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The next thing I knew I was stood in a motel with Dean and I could smell Ruby. I looked around the room trying to find her. Now is my time to kill that Bitch! Thanks God, I guess you do care, remind me to do something extra good for dropping her in my lap like this. I thought as I looked around. Dean took off his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.
"We're in my motel room." Dean said explaining where we were. I grunted and tried to figure out what the odd smell was I recognised.
"Keep her safe, take her with you Dean. She will be useful to you." Castiel said
"Keep her safe? She a werewolf Cass, one of the bad guys!" Dean cried out pointing to me. I stood perfectly still and watched the pair look at me. I'd never been judged on my dark side before and I wasn't sure what an angel could say to convince anyone to trust me. If I was in Dean's shoes I would have probably reacted the same.
"You must know better then most that just because there is evil inside you that it doesn't make you who you are." Castiel said turning back to Dean.
"Cass-" Dean sighed out running a hand threw his short hair.
"You can trust her Dean. She is what you call one of the good guys." Castiel said and then disappeared. Dean sighed and sat on the end of the bed while I smelt around the room.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked confused. I looked at him and smiled.
"You said you worked with a demon..." I said trailing off. Clearly Ruby hadn't been the room for a while, but it was the closet I had been to her in months.
"Yeah, well, it's not by my choice anyway." Dean said standing up and walking over to me.
"Ruby?" I asked smelling her the most on the other bed and I physically shuddered.
"Yeah..." Dean said looking at the other bed and shuddering too figuring what I smelt too. "You, you know her?" He asked turning his back on the bed.
"I am going to kill her." I said plainly then smiled.
"Okay..." Dean said looking worried.
"It's a long story, but she's an evil bitch and I will kill her for setting me up." I sighed. I looked around and the smell hit me but I couldn't place it. "So, you and your bother, been hunters long?" I asked trying to show Dean that I was as human as I could be.
"Life time." Dean said sitting at the table, I sat next to him and smiled. We sat in an awkward silence for a long time before Dean broke it. "Think we should take out the ghost still?" Dean asked making convocation.
"Yeah, can I grab my stuff?" I asked realising I only had my gun and stupid FBI suit on. Dean smiled with a cheeky glint in his eyes.
"No need, I'm guessing those two bags are yours." Dean said pointing to my bags by the side of the other bed.
"Ok, well I need to change, can I use your bathroom?" I asked walking over to the bags and grabbing one of them.
"Sure, I'm gonna get changed out here." Dean said with another cheeky smile. I laughed and walked into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and changed, then check all my weapons and smiled when I found my family knife and favourite gun. I shoved it down my back and made my way out of the bathroom, Dean was slipping on a shirt. I paused for a moment admiring the great job god had done in creating Dean. Sure he wasn't someone I wouldn't push out of bed. I also realised that I was going to need his help in convincing his brother to let me kill Ruby. Something I would only be able to do by earning his trust and working with him.
"You ready?" I asked putting my bag back down.
"Yeah, I just need to ring my brother." Dean said pulling out his phone. I turned my back on him and listened in on the convocation. It was another advantage to being supernatural, free phone taps.
"Hey?" The male voice said answering the phone.
"Hey I can't really talk, but I've found the girl." Dean said softly, he was keeping his voice low, I guess so that I wouldn't hear what he was saying.
"Wow, really? Is, is she ok? Didn't Castiel say she might be hurt?" The voice asked sounding genuinely worried for me.
"She's er..." Dean paused and for a heartbeat I wasn't sure if he was going to spill my beans. I really didn't need everyone know who the hell I was. "Yeah, yeah she's ok not hurt. We're going to salt and burn the bones of the dude who's being killing everyone. Got a name yet?" Dean asked a little louder.
"Marc Strong, he was a guy who had mental difficulties. Apparently the town used to tease him and all he would do was give rope burns back. A couple of jocks got done for the murder but, never went to jail. The judge was the lead jocks son." The voice explained the ghost. I felt a cold chill come from the bathroom. I looked in that direction and there was a guy stood in the door way. His image jumped and flickered. It was clear he was the ghost.
"Dean?" I said softly looking at a man who had been shot with a shotgun stood smiling at me. His chest was full of buck shot holes, but his grin and his wondering eyes told me more. God even ghost's want to jump my bones I thought smiling at the ghost. For the moment he didn't seem too bad as ghost went.
"Just a second," Dean said and continued his convocation. "So where is he buried?"
"Dean." I said a little louder, trying to get his attention without spooking Caspar.
"In the cemetery, but I don't know if you should take the girl with you." The guy down the phone said. The ghost started to move forward.
"Oh I'd say I'd be safer in the cemetery right now. Dean!" I shouted still smiling at the ghost who was smiling back at me. Dean turned to shout at me and reached for his gun. "Don't! He seems calm. Just leave and salt and burn him." I said still looking at the ghost.
"But, he could kill you." Dean said softly watching the ghost move slowly closer to me. Dean took a step closer to me and then froze when the ghost glared at Dean.
"Seriously, don't piss him off." I hissed while still smiling at the ghost who had resumed walking towards me.
"He could kill you. Cass told me to look after you." Dean whispered at me, watching the ghost too.
"Dean? Dean what's happening?" The male voice said sounding panicked.
"Dean, I'm special, remember. Just go, I can look after myself a little while anyway." I said smiling forward.
"Are you sure?" Dean asked as the ghost got within a hand of me.
"Go. Hurry." I said softly. Dean shook his head and took off. A few seconds later I herd a car engine roar out.
The ghost moved closer and touched my cheek, I didn't flinched although his hand was so cold it nearly took my breath away. I stood perfectly still as he watched me.
"You're pretty." He finally said tilting his head to one side and smiling, some drool escaping his lips.
"Thanks, what's your name?" I asked giving him a small smile. It was the best acting I had ever done, every inch of me was crying out to run, grab some salt and iron and wait it out fighting.
"My names Marc. M...A...R...C..." He said in a child's voice. "What's your name?" He asked putting his hand on my cheek again. The cold ran down my spine and I repressed a shiver.
"Megan, I'm Megan. Nice to meet you Marc." I said and held my right hand out. I had no idea what I was doing, I was hoping I could keep him occupied long enough to let Dean and his brother salt and burn Marc's bones before anyone else got hurt. Marc put his hand out and suddenly grabbed my left wrist.
"What are you doing?" I asked surprised at how strong he was, I'd never known a ghost with a grip that strong. I was strong, stronger than humans and it was a tight grip to me.
"You're with them aren't you?" Marc asked getting agitated.
"Who?" I asked acting dumb. His face screwed up and he shook his head.
"You're with THEM!" He shouted squeezing my wrist tighter. It actually hurt. I tried to pull it free but he wasn't budging. It was then that I started to panic. I had got myself in way over my head, and not for the first time in my hunting career.
"I don't know what you talking about." I said trying to pull my hand free. Marc was too strong, my wrist was well and truly stuck in his grasp.
"LIAR!" He screamed and took my left wrist in both hands and twisted it. I screamed as it cracked and felt like he had broken my wrist rather than just a twist. He let it go and I clutched it close to my chest. The pain throbbing through me.
"Look Marc, you're scaring me." I said stepping back and holding my wrist close to me. I knew it would heal by tomorrow, but that didn't stop it killing now.
"You. The pretty girls, they are always with THEM!" Marc screamed and disappeared. I pulled out my gun and held it tight in my hand waiting for him to appear again. I walked around the room looking for salt or something iron I could bash him with but the room was a bust. I decided there was only one way to deal. I cracked my neck and waited as the werewolf in me burned in my veins. Something pushed me to the floor and I dropped my gun. I rolled on my back and looked up at Marc.
"You're pretty eyes... they look like a doggy." Marc said confused. His hand hovering over my chest. I growled and kicked him away jumping to my feet.
"Glad you noticed." I growled smiling at him.
"You sound mad. Don't... don't be mad. No, no don't be mad..." Marc started to rant as a wind started in the room.
"Marc stop it!" I shouted as the wind got worse and Marc was screaming to himself. I had to use my good arm to cover my eyes as the wind got worse still.
"No, no don't be mad. NO!" He shouted and I went flying into the wall with a massive thud. I slid down the wall feeling worse for wear but tried to scramble to my feet.
"YOU... bad!" Marc screamed in my face out of no where knocking me onto my backside. "BAD PERSON! BAD! BAD! I know it. BLOOD! SO MUCH BLOOD! IN YOUR MOUTH!" Marc started to scream in my face and I was shocked. I was half concussed and half shocked at what he said I couldn't make myself move as I watched him reach into my chest and grab my heart.
"Stop!" I wheezed out as he squeezed. I couldn't feel my legs and arms as they started to tingle. Then each breath started to burn my lungs as white spots appeared in my vision.
"BAD. BLOOD BAD!" He screamed holding tighter. I gasped for breath as blood started to pour out of my mouth. My chest felt like it was being ripped apart. I'd never experience anything like that before.
"Go to hell... please." I gasped as I went dizzy and things turned black.
