A/N Ah sorry for the long wait! School's really taken it's toll on me, it totally sucks out loud. Anyway hope you like this chapter, I don't like it too much, I don't think I put in enough detail D: Anyway enjoy!


They had a pop quiz in English today, fortunately for Dean George had read the book they were supposed to have read over the Summer and he was able to copy her answers. The trick to cheating, he learned, was altering your answers so that it looked like they were your own, but still kept enough of the original answer to make it correct. George cornered him after class and scolded him for cheating, then made sure he had altered the answers enough so that she wouldn't be caught for letting him cheat off her.

Once the bell rang Dean exited the classroom with George and pulled her into an empty classroom and shut the door behind him, he led her to the back of the room and sat down on a table, pulling her onto his lap. He nuzzled her neck and his tongue flicked across the underside of her ear.

"I'm starting to like this you know"

"Why are we here?" she asked, moving her head away from his mouth and turning slightly to look him in the eyes.

"You said you want to help with the exorcism right?" Dean quirked a questioning eyebrow and she nodded. "Well we need to wait, we can't just do it in plain daylight in front of everyone" she sighed slightly and his lips quirked into a slight smirk "We don't have much to do until then"

"Let's go sit in the bleachers, we can finish our homework" George smiled and Dean frowned, a small crease appearing between his eyebrows "Please?" she pouted, giving Dean a look of complete innocence.

"Fine" he sighed and she grinned, tugging him up to a standing position.

She latched onto his arm and rested her head on his shoulder, Dean kissed her ear lobe and then moved up to her hair, he kissed it but all he really wanted to do was breathe in her intoxicating scent. George grinned and stood on her toes, bringing her mouth near his ear, she sucked his ear lobe into her mouth and then dragged it through her teeth.

"Is smelling me a habit of yours Winchester?" she smirked slightly and Dean grinned.

"No. But I sure as hell would like to make it one" he smirked and buried his nose in the crook of her neck, breathing in deeply.

She smiled slightly and nuzzled into him, her insides filling up with a pleasant feeling and her stomach churning in a million different directions. He kissed her neck and then ran his tongue along her collarbone before pulling his arm out of her grasp and wrapping it around her shoulders. They sat outside in the bleachers for an hour, George working on her homework and Dean watching the soccer practice, once practice ended they picked Sam up and George rushed off to find Mr. Eckley while Sam and Dean hurried off to the library to set their plan in action.

George approached the classroom door tentatively, she knocked and then opened the door carefully.

"Mr. Eckley? Are you still here?" She poked her head inside the classroom cautiously, her heart drumming loudly in her ears.

"Yes Ms. Reynolds? Do you need something?"

"Oh well, I was reading this book in the library and I found this phrase that I couldn't really understand, I went through a dozen books but I just couldn't translate it, so I was hoping you could help me?"

"Of course. Do you have the book?"

"No, Mr. James wouldn't let me check it out" George pouted and gave him an innocently pleading look "Please Mr. Eckley, I know you're busy, but I'd really appreciate it if you helped me"

He sighed and stood up, pushing his glasses up against his nose and walking around his desk and to the door he nodded stiffly at her and she grinned, holding the door for him and leading him to the library. He followed her to a table in the back of the library where a Latin book was lying open in the center of the table, he sat down and pulled the book towards him.

"Now, where is this phrase?" No response "Ms. Reynolds?" Mr. Eckley glanced up.

George was standing there, just outside the perimeter of the table, her body shaking all over as she glared daggers at Mr. Eckley.

"Get the fuck out of my teacher you demonic son of a bitch!" she growled, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits when Mr. Eckley grinned, his eyes turning black.

"And why would I want to do that? He's so warm" It stepped closer to her. "I haven't seen you since you were a little girl you know" he grinned wickedly "You've grown since then" it's eyes roamed over her chest, her curves, her legs, and then flitted back up to her face "You've grown into a beautiful woman if you don't mind me saying so" It licked it's lips.

"How long have you been in Mr. Eckley?" George began to circle the table, her eyes locked on it's the whole time.

"Oh, for quite a while now. I've been watching you" It grinned and winked at her playfully. "I would never hurt you though, that's against the rules" it pouted.

"What do you want?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, so I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer"

"GET OUT!" George yelled, her muscles tensing and her fists clenching, she glared at Mr. Eckley, her breath coming out short gasps "GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE" she began to sob and hiccup, the anger on her face dripping from every word.

She felt like her head was about to explode, as if something had gotten inside of her and was pounding against the sides of her skull, her whole body had gone numb with pain, and a surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins. She felt angry at the demon, frustrated at the secrets being kept from her, annoyed that she was being treated like a child and she felt like something had invaded her head, like there was something trying to push its way in and impose itself on her soul. She dropped down to her knees, shoving her hands into her hair and pushing down hard against her skull, a fistful of hair clenched in each of her hands. She squeezed her eyes shut and grit her teeth together breathing in through her nose and exhaling through her mouth.

Dean rushed out from behind a bookcase, his shotgun raised and at the ready, Sam followed closely behind with a flask of holy water in one hand and a book of exorcisms in the other. Dean rushed over to George's side, swearing under his breath and glaring at the demon. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her face into his chest, stroking her hair reassuringly with one hand and pointing his gun at the demon with the other.

"What are you doing to her you motherfucking bastard?"

"Me? Nothing" it blinked, tilting it's head to one side and grinning "What have you done to her? Nothing...holy I presume" it smirked and cocked a suggestive eyebrow.

"Shut the fuck up." Dean stood up, pulling George up with her as he backed away to stand behind Sam, his gun still pointed at the demon.

Sam threw the holy water in its face and then began to read the exorcism, he only paused to take a breath and soon it began to choke out black smoke, grabbing Mr. Eckley's neck as it began to stumble around, its entire body shaking from the effort it was making to stay inside the meat suit. Sam persisted and Dean didn't lower his gun for a single second, though he kept a firm hold around George's shoulders, helping her stay up.

George had her face buried in Dean's chest, she was panting heavily, the invader was still trying to push its way into her head but the pressure was diminishing slightly. She grit her teeth, trying to keep herself from yelling. She could hear the thing screaming and yelling, using Mr. Eckley's body to do so. As the thing in Mr. Eckley screamed the thing inside of her seemed to be pleased, it stopped trying to hurt her and slowly the pain in her head started to go away. She felt the urge to grin, her insides exploding with happiness, and she giggled into Dean's chest quietly, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to prevent her grin from turning into a full scale laugh.

"George" Dean whispered into her hair, rubbing her arm affectionately. "George, it's okay"

She knew it was okay, she knew because she was now so filled with happiness she felt like she could jump for joy and kiss Dean until her lips chapped. Unfortunately she couldn't do either or Sam and Dean would probably think she was a nutcase, so she carefully pulled herself away, wiping the tears that had dried on her cheeks, and kissed Dean on the cheek.

"Thank you" she smiled and turned her attention to Mr. Eckley, he had collapsed on the floor, but he was breathing and he was alive.

They rushed over to his side, George rolled him over and pushed some of his damp hair away from his face. Sam checked for a pulse and then rushed off to get a wet towel and some water.

"Mr. Eckley?' George called out worriedly, chewing at her lip "Mr. Eckley are you okay?"

"George?" he croaked. "Wussgoinon?" he bolted up into a sitting position, looking around wildly for some sort of clue as to what was happening to him.

"Dunno, we just found you here, Mr. Eckley, are you okay?" Dean helped him get to his feet and then pulled out a chair for him to sit on.

"Found me?" he echoed while glancing out at the window, an odd look on his face. "How long have I been here?"

"We don't know Mr. Eckley, we just walked in and found you lying here." George furrowed her brows "What do you last remember?"

"Oh well, I was grading some papers in the classroom and then...nothing" he looked confused and he furrowed his brow, a small frown appearing on his lips.

"Maybe you should go home? Get some rest" George smiled reassuringly at him.

Sam showed up, a wet towel in his hand, and handed it to Mr. Eckley.

"You should put this on your forehead, sir. It'll help" Sam smiled and Mr. Eckley took the towel, dropping his head back and dabbing his forehead with it.

"Thank you. I think I'll be going home now" Mr. Eckley stood up, gave them one last strange look, and walked out of the library.

"Will he be okay?" George bit her lip worriedly.

"He should be, he obviously just thinks it was a dream or something" Dean smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Come on we should go home. Get your stuff Sammy"

**

"Dean?" Sam stood in the doorway of his bedroom, wearing pajamas and his wet hair plastered across his face.

"Yeah?" Dean glanced up at Sam, his hands still cleaning his gun absentmindedly. "Something wrong?" he furrowed his brow when he noticed the strange look on Sam's face.

"Well, Dean, don't you think it's a little weird?" Sam stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

"What is?"

"How dad just keeps leaving us alone. I'm sure you've noticed it Dean, and tonight, he's never let us do an exorcism alone before"

"Maybe he's just...starting to trust us a little more" Dean shrugged, looking indifferent "Really, I don't know why you care Sam. You're always complaining about how Dad treats us like children and then when he finally does leave us alone you start complaining about that too?"

"I'm not complaining" Sam glared defiantly "I'm just saying it's a little weird that he's treating us so differently all of a sudden"

"Just go to sleep Sam, and stop worrying about it. I'm sure dad has a good reason for everything he does" Dean cocked an eyebrow at Sam, frowning ever so slightly.

"Fine. By the way I heard that there was a like a dance going on at your school or something?"

"So?"

"So, are you going to ask George to go with you?"

"What are you talking about?" Dean snorted slightly, rolling his eyes.

"Please Dean, you guys were practically playing tonsil hockey in the hospital, and all you ever do is flirt with her and stare at her boobs" Sam rolled his eyes and Dean blinked, his eyebrows shooting up into his hair.

"Sam, you never allowed to say that again. Ever, understand?"

"Dean-"

"Go away"

"Fine!" Sam yelled and stomped out into the hallway, slamming the door behind him.

Dean sighed and ran a hand over his face, he went back to cleaning his gun. He was doing it to keep his hands busy, his thoughts wandering off to George. He knew about the dance, of course, no one at school couldn't know. They probably chopped down a whole forest to make all the posters and flyers which were practically coating the hallways. He was also getting half a dozen anonymous love letters and girls kept batting their eyelashes at him when he walked to and from class. He had honestly considered taking George, but he knew how much she hated that dance, and he was pretty sure she didn't even own a dress. He had been to plenty of dances before, borrowing his dad's tux for most of them, and he usually found them incredibly boring, especially the dancing part. Despite all of that he still wanted to take George, just to see what it would feel like, and he had to admit the idea of dancing with her seemed pretty appealing, especially if she was wearing one of those strapless dresses that you couldn't wear any underwear with.

Dean smiled slightly and glanced out his window, the light was turned off in George's room, but he could see a faint silhouette of her sleeping form. He frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought of the danger he was putting her in. He didn't like it, and he didn't like the way the damned demon was looking at her either. He didn't know what it did to her but it shook her up pretty bad. He took her all the way up to her room and held her until she fell asleep, she didn't talk the entire time and her face was pale and clammy. He wanted to hold her and protect her as long as he was capable of doing so but he knew that the idea was completely unrealistic. He tried to think of ways for it to work but beyond dragging her around with him wherever he went there really was no solution. He sighed in vexation and put his gun back together, throwing himself down onto the bed and closing his eyes, trying his best to fall asleep.