Dean woke up to a ray of sunlight filtering in through the window, and George's quiet humming. Dean recognized the tune, it was Mötorhead but it was too early for him to remember what the name of the song was.

"The hell?" he grunted out when he caught sight of her.

She was in her underwear, or something not far from it, a black bra and boxers. She was standing in front of a medium sized chalkboard, every inch covered by mathematical equations that Dean couldn't make heads or tails of.

She had a pair of headphones on and was bopping her head to the beat, which he could hear from where he was laying on the bed.

Dean remember the night before, George curled up into his chest while he lay on his side, one of his arms up by his side and the other in her hair that Dean could never get enough of, breathing in the smell that always seemed to linger around him, even when she wasn't near.

They talked for a while, Dean told her that the salt was protection against anything that could happen.

George showing him a necklace her father had given her that he had seen but never really paid attention to. It was a pentagram and a symbol Dean had never seen before; she said that her dad told her it was to protect her from evil.

Which led to Dean explaining the stuff behind pentagrams.

And George didn't ask, not once, how he knew all of this.

She did ask him something once, something weird, she asked him if he'd ever heard of anyone, or anything, she seemed to be adding in her head, called Alistair.

Dean shook his head and said he'd ask around for her and George said it was okay, that he didn't have to bother himself.

Dean stayed awake long after she had drifted to sleep, watching her. He could practically feel the innocence radiating from her, her lips parted slightly and her eyes occasionally darting here and there from behind her lids, her beautiful hair like silk running through his fingers.

She didn't seem to realize he was awake, so Dean left her there and went to take a shower that he figured would help him wake up a bit more.

When Dean got out of the bathroom, toweling his wet hair, he stumbled over something big and solid, and landed into a pile of clothes.

"What the hell?" George and Dean both said simultaneously.

George sat up quickly, pulling her headphones off. Dean was enjoying being among George's underwear too much to bother getting up.

"Dean what the hell?"

"Hm?" he asked, his eyes closed a smirk creeping up on his face.

George growled and pulled him up, roughly pushing him onto the bed. She was still in her bra and boxers and Dean couldn't help but notice that she looked sexy as hell, all pissed off.

He smirked.

"Chill George"

"You just fell over me Dean and you want me to chill?"

"Yeah pretty much" he caught sight of her aggravated expression and sighed.

"I should be the one pissed you know"

"And why is that?"

"Well, I come out of the shower and what do I find? A hot chick in her underwear trying to get a peek at me from under the door. And then I trip over her. Sorry, but wouldn't you be pissed if you were me?"

George's eyes narrowed as she cocked her eyebrow.

"I wasn't trying to see you naked, that would be more your thing" Dean opened his mouth give some cocky retort but she continued.

"But if I was, I'd expect you to be all proud and happy about it. Knowing you."

"You didn't let me finish"

"What more is there to say?"

"I wouldn't be pissed that I tripped over her, I'd be pissed that I actually thought to change in the bathroom instead of out here" Dean winked and George shook her head and sighed.

"Do you ever let up?"

"Nope," he flashed an innocent grin.

George sighed and muttered a curse word under her breath before flopping down onto the bed beside him. She sighed deeply and stretched out, yawning loudly.

"You look tired," Dean pointed out

"Didn't get much sleep. Woke up at 3 fucking AM"

Dean turned to face her, a smirk creeping up on his face.

"This is awesome"

"What is?"

"Us in bed together, me just getting out of the shower, you probably all wet for me. It's pretty awesome"

George rolled her eyes.

"That's nice Dean. You keep living in that fantasy world of yours"

"I sure as hell will" Dean let out a low groan of pleasure as he closed his eyes.

George rested her head against Dean's chest and his arm immediately wrapped around her. She played with a loose string on his shirt and Dean kept his eyes closed, trying to hide the fact that he was enjoying it way too much than he should have been.

"You gonna tell me what you were really doing on the floor or should I just go on thinking you were trying to get a peek at my dick?"

George rolled her eyes and looked up, she found that he had opened a single eye and was looking down at her, an eyebrow cocked and an amused expression on his face. She hit him forcefully and sat up, playing with a loose strand of her hair.

"I was thinking"

"'Bout what?"

"Homework, realized I had some that needed finishing and figured I might as well get it over with" she jerked her thumb in the direction of the chalkboard.

"Homework? Over the summer? Man that sucks ass big time"

"Yeah. I take an extra advanced math class"

Dean looked her over once and then finally said, "Huh"

"What?"

"Nothing. Just didn't classify you as the type is all"

"You calling me dumb?"

"No no, I'm just saying, you never seemed like the nerd genius type," George rolled her eyes.

"Smooth"

In actuality, Dean was impressed. It was true, he never classified George as the type to be taking an advanced math class but he never classified her as stupid either.

"You want breakfast? I figured I'd wait for you before I got some"

"Sure"

George pulled on a shirt and some jeans, and then dragged Dean to the kitchen. They had waffles and whip cream and coffee, and then, after checking up on their siblings, headed out.

"When's your dad getting back Dean?"

"Not sure. He hasn't been gone longer than a month without leaving us with one of his friends though. So he should be back soon"

George nodded.

"When's your dad getting back?"

"End of the week. First day of school. Man what a shitty day that will be"

Dean hadn't realized how close the first day of school was. Now the realization hit him. He had been in one place for more than a month and he was about to go to school in the same place. His dad hasn't even so much as mentioned moving out.

It was almost like having a home.

But Dean learned a long time ago not to be too hopeful about anything.

"You don't like Erin much do you?"

"Not really" Dean responded, his tone was icy.

George sighed.

"Why? You got the hots for the guy or something?"

"You know I don't, Dean," she muttered under her breath quietly.

"I just figured we could hang out with him for a while. Since you both love to smoke oh so much I'm sure you could swap smoking stories"

"What's your deal George? Why do you hate smoking so much?"

"I just do, man. It's disgusting and gross and it kills people"

Dean frowned, it was obvious there was something more to it, but she didn't want to say. Probably something like a grandfather dying because of lung cancer or something.

"Alright, whatever let's go get him then," Dean caved, he couldn't help it, and besides, he was bored out of his fucking mind.

George wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a squeeze. Dean pressed his face into her hair and kissed it gently.

Goddamit this girl was turning him into a chick.

Erin didn't live too far away from George, but it still took them a good ten minutes to get there.

George rung the door bell and it was answered by a bulky man in his mid-forties, his frame filled up the whole doorway. The square shape of his head was emphasized by a close cropped buzz cut. He wore army pants tucked into black boots, and a white shirt. Muscles bulged out from beneath the shirt and a pair of army tags hung around his neck.

"Hey Mr. Harrison. Erin free?"

Mr. Harrison smiled and nodded.

"Hello there dollface. Yeah he's free, in his room, probably still asleep. Why don't you and your…mate have a go at waking him up?"

"Yessir" George saluted him and trudged into the house, Dean following close behind her.

The house wasn't as big as George's. It was only one floor and was consisted of a kitchen that opened up to a medium sized living room. There was a door leading to bathroom and two others that lead to the bedrooms.

Dean could tell immediately which door was Erin's.

It was heavily graffitied and there were signs and posters covering most of it. It was that door that George opened and stepped through. Dean followed her and surveyed the room.

The curtain was drawn, casting an eerie bluish glow on everything. It was as messy as George's room if not more and the walls were covered from top to bottom with inspirational posters and band posters. The desk in one corner of the room was littered with papers and pens and colored pencils.

In the opposite corner was a narrow bed, covered by a black quilt most of which was now bunched up on the floor, and lying in the bed was Erin, wearing pretty much nothing but a pair of boxers. His naturally sandy blond hair was all over the place, sticking out at odd angles, and his mouth was hanging open slightly. Dean saw that his back was heavily tattooed and that a lot of his leg was tattooed as well.

"Erin, get up you lazy ass" George drawled out, while roughly shaking his shoulder.

Dean cleared a chair, getting rid of this piles of clothing on it and sat down. When he glanced back at Erin and George Erin had woken up and she and George seemed to be having some sort of glaring contest.

"Get the bloody hell out of my room woman"

George shook her head firmly.

"I'm not getting out until I see you out of bed"

"Why?"

George shrugged.

Erin sighed and dropped his head back onto the pillow, muttering incoherent things.

George folded her arms over her chest and sat in Dean's lap, one arm wrapped around his shoulders.

"Hey" Erin said, getting up again and nodding in Dean's direction.

"Hey" Dean said nodding back.

Erin let out a little grunt of disapproval and got out of bed, shaking the hair out of his eyes. He stretched out once and then started walking out, to go to the bathroom obviously.

"Meet us at the diner" George called out after him.

He simply waved his hand and slammed the door behind him.

"George?"

"Hm?" she rested her neck against the crook of his neck.

"Why are you in my lap?"

"I couldn't find anywhere else to sit"

"You could sit on the floor"

"Maybe I wanted to sit in your lap"

"Now why would you want that?"

George leaned in and kissed the patch under his ear where he'd forgotten to shave. She nipped at his ear and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"You missed a spot" she smiled.

Dean smiled back and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear so he could see her better. George smiled and got off his lap, pulling him up with her.

"Come on let's go before the perv thinks we're doing something in here"

Dean wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck, George stopped and swayed on the stopped.

"Weren't we doing something?"

George laughed and Dean could feel the vibration running through both their bodies.

"But he doesn't need to know that"

"Good point" Dean said before kissing her neck and releasing her.

George went out into the living room where Erin's dad was on the couch, drinking beer and watching some kind of sports game.

"I congratulate you on waking him up. Would either of you like a beer?"

"You have to be 21 to drink alcohol in this country Mr. Harrison"

"Blimey I forgot that! It's too early for young lot to be drinking anyway"

George smiled and saluted him once more before exiting the house.

"Mind if we stop by my house for a second? I need to get something"

Dean realized that he had forgotten his 9 mm. in his room while trying to come up with ways to kill Erin. He had shotguns in his duffel, a machete in his duffel and a shank in his boot. All that he needed was a handgun and he'd be set.

"Sure"

Dean had George wait in the living room for him as he thundered up the stairs. George got up and wandered around the living room before returning to the table with all the pictures.

She smiled at all the happy faces staring back at her and titled her head to one side. She ran a finger along a picture of a younger Dean. He was such an adorable kid. She heard a sound behind her and automatically assumed it was Dean.

"You were a really cute kid" She didn't turn around.

There was no reply and George furrowed her eyebrows, if she found him too preoccupied with staring at her ass she would give him a nice shiner he could remember her buy when he finally did leave.

"Dean? Did you hear me?" she turned around, a hand on her jutted hip.

The two figures standing before her were definitely not Dean.

George's hand fell from her hip and her mouth hung open slightly, her eyes widening in shock.

"Billy? Mackenzie?" George's breath caught in her throat when the two things nodded their heads.

The things were in the shape of two children that George recognized as Billy and Mackenzie, the two kids who died in the house a couple of years ago. Their faces were white as snow and their eyes were like empty, bottomless elevator shafts. Their clothes were covered with their blood and George could see where they had been cut open. Their hair resembled rats' nests.

George shuddered.

"Help us" one of them, the girl, croaked out in a hoarse voice.

"Please" the boy added.

George's expression changed from shock and horror to wonder and amazement. She tilted her head to one side and furrowed her eyebrows slightly.

"How?"

"Please" the boy repeated.

George dropped down to her knees and found them inches away. The little girl reached out to touch her cheek. Her fingers were ice cold and goosebumps sprang up along George's arms but she made no sign of moving away. The little girl seemed to color when they made contact and she smiled.

"So warm...Billy, come here! She's so warm"

The little boy touched her other cheek and smiled, placing his entire palm on it.

"Yeah. So warm"

George's heart warmed at the sight of the two children, she wanted to help them, if only she knew how.

"What happened to you?"

"We were killed"

"The others got us" Billy volunteered.

"The…others?" George's tone was skeptical.

"Yeah, the other ghosts" Mackenzie said, seating herself in George's lap.

It felt uncomfortable but once again George made no sign of movement, even as Billy joined his sister in her lap.

"How many are there?"

"I dunno. Ten maybe?" Billy smiled.

"That's a lot" George remarked.

"Yeah. Your mom's here too you know" Mackenzie stated.

"What?" George's face held an expression of bewilderment as she regarded the little girl.

"She isn't allowed to see you though. And if she tries to she shows up" Billy rolled his eyes.

"Who's she?" George asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No one knows. Her name's Lilith though" Mackenzie all but spat it out.

George had opened her mouth to ask one of the million and a half questions that were floating around inside her head when Dean rounded the corner, a sawed off in his hands his face showing nothing but anger.

No shock, no amazement.

"Get away from her" Dean growled out and raised the shotgun but the two kids were gone before he could aim.

"Did they hurt you?" Dean asked, running up to her and bending down to inspect her.

George shook her head. She was shaking now that the shock had worn off. She had just been talking to two people who were supposed to be dead but were now very much alive, they had been sitting in her lap for Christ's sake.

"Are you okay? Are you sure?" George nodded slowly.

Normally she'd be worried about showing fear. Normally she'd be damned before she let anyone know she was afraid of something. But this was Dean, and Dean screamed abnormality.

Dean went on with his inspection, taking hold of her head gently and turning it from left to right, examining her jaw and neck and everything his eyes could reach. He then moved onto her arms. Once he seemed satisfied enough with this examination, finding nothing out of the ordinary, he dropped George's hands and stood up.

"I don't get it" he said confused, running a hand through his hair and looking out the window distractedly.

George pulled her legs up to her chest and buried her face between her knees. When she looked up again Dean was in front of her, watching her closely like he would a ticking bomb.

"Dean…those two kids…they died…three years ago. I swear I was at their funeral. I swear I swear" George's tone was hysterical.

"Shh…I know. I know" Dean pulled her in to his chest and George grabbed hold of his shirt, breathing in the smell of his cologne and his deodorant.

He stroked her hair and rubbed her back, trying to think of ways to calm her down and explain all of this to her, and trying to come up with an explanation for himself.

Why didn't they hurt her? They didn't even try.

George, on the other hand, let Dean's hands soothe her, letting her whole body go limp in his arms. She let her thoughts wander. Lilith. Alistair. Who the fuck were these people and what the hell did they want with her?

George pulled away from Dean, catching the expression of distraction on his face and decided to leave him be. She picked up the sawed off from where it had been dropped on the ground and curled up on the couch.

Dean sat down next to her, taking the gun and placing it next to him. He watched her for a little bit, trying to think of the right thing to say.

"George, what exactly did they say to you?" Dean's tone was careful, like he was worried she was about to lose her sanity any minute.

"They asked for my help. They seemed so alone. God" she buried her face in the couch.

"Is that all?" Dean hated treating her like all the other victims he had ever met but he didn't know what else to do.

"No" it was muffled but Dean understood.

He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, stroking her jawline with his thumb gently. She brought her face away from the couch to look at him, her expression was difficult to read and Dean wasn't so sure he wanted to know what she was feeling at that moment.

"They told me my mother's still here. As in she's one of them"

"Your mother died here?" Dean was surprised, he had no idea.

George nodded.

"In the backyard. They said she couldn't come and talk to me because some bitch named Lilith stops her"

Dean pulled her into his chest once more, he stroked her hair and let her clutch his shirt for dear life. George rested her head against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart.

"What do you think it feels like to die Dean?" Dean kissed the top of her head.

"I have no idea George. God, you're turning me into a fucking pussy"

She laughed and pulled away from him and stretched up to kiss him on the cheek. She brought her lips close to his ear and whispered into them.

"Thank you"

"C'mon. I've got something for you" Dean pulled her up and she titled her head to one side, looking slightly confused, but she followed him anyway.

Dean took her to his room, letting go of her hand in the doorway. George folded her arms over her chest and jutted a hip out to the side.

"If you're trying to get layed I'll tell you now that it isn't gonna work" Dean laughed as a response, shaking his head at her antics.

Dean went over to his bed and pulled out a shank from under the mattress. George walked over to the windows and swiped her finger along it, bringing it up to her lips.

Salt.

"Here" Dean held the knife out for her.

George took it cautiously.

"What's this?"

"A shank"

"Yeah I know what it is. But why are you giving it to me?"

"To protect you. It won't do much against a ghost. But it'll do a little bit at least. And remember to salt your windows"

George smiled and threw her arms around him.

"If you want a gun I've got one of those too" George laughed and pulled away from him.

"No, I think I'm good in that department"

"Good. Keep one in your room"

"Why are you doing all this Dean?"

"Because I'm worried about you George"

"Will you teach me more about this stuff Dean?"

He smiled and nodded.

"How about we wait for my dad to get back? He's the expert"

"Is this what he does?"

"It's kind of the family business"

"Reason why you move around so much?"

"Exactly"

Dean screamed abnormality, and she figured he was the best to teach her how to be abnormal.