Wolfie: I don't own anything related to Supernatural, just all the changes I make to have Dean be female. It's looking like two part chapters is going to be a normal occurrence. But it's better than you suffering through reading agonizingly long chapters am I right? Lastly if you have any suggestions for a new title please let me know, I would love to hear them. The best one will become the new title of this book. Now please read, review, and I hope you have enjoyed this story so far.

Chapter 9: "Yellow Fever" pt. 2

Not long after the incident at the hotel, the one where Dean coughed up a wood chip, the Impala soon pulled to a stop in front of an old mill. But not just any old mill the only mill that was in this town. What once must have been a bustling mill that had given jobs to many now sat barren, rusted, and unkempt. Untouched by man since the day it shut down, but Sam insisted that this was where their answers lie. After all this was the only place for miles that would have wood chips instead of concrete or asphalt for a driveway. Now normally Dean would be all for searching through a spooky abandoned mill, but the sickness had its claws deep in her now. Even as she shut off the cars engine and willingly climbed out she appeared hesitant and scared to be here. Her eyes trained on the mill, as if it would come alive and try to eat her the moment she set foot inside the rusted, rotting, moldy building. With her gaze still trained on the building Dean came to a conclusion, she was not going in there, nothing could possibly make her go in there.

"I'm not going in there." Dean said, voicing her conclusion to Sam with a shake of her head as she looked at him.

"I need backup, and you're all I've got." Sam said as Dean opened her mouth as if to protest. "You're going in, Dean." He said as he walked around to the trunk, waiting for her to come open the trunk. Dean however hadn't moved yet, she just took out a bottle of whiskey and started drinking from it.

"Ugh." Dean groaned as she stopped drinking, the liquid burning her throat as she shut the driver's side door. "Let's do this." She stated, feigning confidence as she exhaled sharply and sniffed slightly as she began to unlock the trunk. "It is a little spooky, isn't it?" Dean asked but Sam said nothing in return as she opened the trunk and he opened the weapons stash with a grunt soon after. "Oh, I'm not carrying that." She said when Sam had tried to hand her her gun after propping open the stash. "It could go off." Dean reasoned when the male hunter had stood up straight and looked at her strangely. "I'll man the flashlight." She proposed as she quickly took hold of the flashlight she spotted.

"You do that." Sam said with a small nod as Dean nodded too, clearly happy about this compromise as they headed inside.

The mill was dark and dusty as the two hunters walked inside, Sam having taken the lead since he had the shotgun. The only light they had was provided by the small amount of sunlight coming in from the outside and from the flashlight Dean held. The EMF meter went off from within Sam's coat pocket as soon as they had gotten to this part of the building. For a moment they had both thought that this meant the ghost was here. That is till Dean realized that her hand was a little too close to Sam, the EMF quieting slightly when she pulled it away. It was safe to say that with her around the EMF meter was useless, so they had to do this without it. Depositing the EMF meter back into his pocket Sam aimed the shotgun once again as he tried to continue to walk. Only for him to notice something on the floor and nearly give Dean a heart attack trying to draw her attention to it. Crouching down Sam pulled what appeared to be a silver ring out from under an old paper on the floor. Dean soon crouched next to him, shining some light on the ring so he could read the inscription engraved in it.

""To Frank. Love, Jessie"." Sam read aloud as his fingers soon began to mess with the ring. "Frank O'Brien's ring." He stated as he soon realized that this was the missing ring from Frank's hand.

"What the hell was Frank doing here?" Dean asked as this wasn't exactly the place she thought a grieving husband would go to.

"No idea." Sam admitted, that was a question they had yet to reveal an answer to.

With the ring found and the information that Frank had been here once upon a time the continued their trip deeper into the factory. A metal rattling sound soon caught their attention as they approached its source, two sets of metal lockers. Obviously they had been lockers that the workers had once used to store their valuables and coats as they worked. The rattling sound was coming from the middle locker of the set to their left, the only locker of the three that was completely shut. As Dean stayed a few steps back Sam was the one who approached the locker, opening it quickly on the count of three. Revealing a grey tabby cat that had been trapped inside the locker, it screeched as it jumped out of the locker. This pulled a scream of shock and fear from Dean at the cat's screech as the cat scampered off. Most likely to find its way out of the factory in order to enjoy its newfound freedom. Sam watches on in a mix of worry and dumbfoundment as Dean's screams fade into her gasping. The sandy blonde female hunching over slightly and resting her hands on her knees as she caught her breath.

"That was scary!" Dean said with a goofy yet mildly scared smile as she breathed heavily. "Wait." She whimpered out and quickly followed after Sam when he just walked past her rather than saying anything.

Soon their search led them to quite a large and frankly very secluded office. Papers and wood chips scattered all across the concrete floor was what Dean and Sam had noticed first. And as the tall male began to inspect some papers he spotted that left his female companion to notice the lone desk up against the wall. And as she approached the desk Sam found an old, worn, laminated Cassity & Sons Lumber Mill security pass card. According to the name on it the pass belonged to a man named Luther Garland. Dean however wasn't paying attention to that as she found what appeared to be a charcoal drawing of Frank's late wife Jessie. And just to make sure she was right she pulled out the copy of the news article and looked at the picture. They were identical as she couldn't help but draw Sam's attention to this as she tried to pick up the picture. Only to have part of it rip as the bottom right corner was trapped beneath a weight that was on the desk. And just like that the old machinery in the factory roared to life in response to the picture being ripped as Dean yelped in fright and turned around. As they both looked around it appeared that the machinery had a mind of its own.

Though as Dean slowly turned to look at Sam she spotted something behind him. A tall, hulking figure stood in the corner, head down with his back to them. Sam, having noticed Dean staring at something, half turned to see what it was. Only to turn around all the way and take aim with the shotgun when he noticed the figure. The male, who was much taller and bigger than them, didn't seem to know they were there as the male hunter inched closer to him. Sam wanted answers and his first instinct was to call out to the male that had appeared out of nowhere. So that's what he did, and when it didn't seem to get the figures attention he glanced back at Dean. Only to witness as she bolted out the nearby door, away from the danger and back to the safety of the Impala. Sam letting out a sigh, turning back just in time to see the figure turn towards him, revealing himself to be Luther Garland. An angry snarl was on Luther's face, guttural sounds of rage escaping his throat as he attempted to charge at Sam. Only to be met with a buck shot full of salt to the face as he disappeared, all the machinery shutting off at once in the process. Leaving Sam to collect the old security pass before jogging back out to the Impala.

"Guess we got the right place." Sam said, panting slightly as he showed Dean the pass once he reached her, having found her hidden by the front of her car finishing off her whiskey.

"..." Dean however was quiet though, she was running out of time and things were just getting more complicated.

"C'mon Dean." Sam said as he held Dean up and back into the car as they drove off to the Sheriff's department.

"This is the Garland file." The deputy said as he handed a file to Sam, who was now in his fed get up after a quick stop at the motel on their way here.

"Thanks." Sam said, clearing his throat slightly as he began to look through the file.

"Is she... drunk?" The deputy asked when he noticed Dean, also in a fed get up, standing behind Sam. Scratching at her inner forearm and looking hella out of it as she glanced at an old woman who was staring at her from her spot on the waiting area's couch.

"No." Sam stated quickly after looking back at Dean, who gave him a sort of awkward smile and wink alongside a thumbs up. "Deputy, according to this, Luther Garland's cause of death was physical trauma. Uh what does that mean?" He asked since that seemed a little fishy, most police files were a bit more detailed than that.

"The guy died 20 years ago- before my time. Sorry." The deputy said, which wasn't very helpful but at least he was sorry about it.

"Then can we talk to the Sheriff?" Sam asked curiously, if the deputy didn't know something then he would.

"Um, he's out sick today." The deputy said as he glanced back to the Sheriff' office for a moment.

"Well, if you see him, will you have him call us? We're staying at the Bluebird. Mind if I take this?" Sam asked as he shut and held up the file as the deputy shook his head no in response.

"Know what?" Dean asked the deputy after watching Sam walk past her and motion for her to follow in the process. "You're awesome." She said with an adorable smile, the deputy smiling at the praise with a chuckle.

"Thanks. Um, y-you too, I guess." The deputy said, not knowing what else to say as Sam quickly came back and gently, yet quickly, led Dean back outside to the car

As they left the two hunters completely missed the conversation the deputy had with the Sheriff over the intercom on his phone. Proving that what he said about the Sheriff having been home sick to be false... Still dressed up as the FBI Sam and Dean headed to an assisted living home that was more of a hospital. The female hunter getting startled by an old woman with a mobile IV that she nearly had run into. Sam simply urged Dean along as by now she was paranoid about the situation. Voicing her concern about how their badges were fake and what if they get busted and go to jail. Now since Sam didn't want their cover to be blown he tried to get Dean to be quiet and calm down. Now he hadn't meant to sound as harsh as he did but they had to keep up appearances. How were they supposed to sell the charade that they were FBI agents if Dean continued to panic? Sam did try to get her to take a deep breath with him, which she did. But Dean made it quite clear that it hadn't made her feel better by shaking her head no when asked if it did. So really all Sam could do was remind her not to scratch as they walked into a nearly empty room that was set up for Bingo.

"Mr. Garland." Sam called out as they approached a loan man in a wheel chair at a table near a window. "Hi. Um, I'm Agent Tyler. This is Agent Perry- FBI. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your brother Luther." He explained as Dean and him came to stand infront of the older male on the other side of the table.

"Let me see some ID." Mr. Garland said, causing Dean to look to Sam with wide eyes, on the brink of panicking once again.

"Certainly." Sam stated, pulling out his FBI ID immediately as Dean did so as well a few seconds later as they both handed them to Mr. Garland.

"Those are real. Obviously." Dean said when Mr. Garland turned his gaze towards her as Sam cleared his throat. "I mean, who would pretend to be an FBI agent, huh? That's just nutty." She said only to have the tall male next to her subtly nudge her with his foot, trying to get her to stop rambling.

"What do you want to know?" Mr. Garland asked as he simply shut their ID's and handed them back to the two fake agents.

"Uh, well... according to this, your brother Luther died of physical trauma." Sam said, opening the file as he sat down at the table, his words gaining a scoff from Mr. Garland that did not go unnoticed. "You don't agree." He observed as he looked at the older male that sat across from them.

"No, I don't." Mr. Garland admitted, proving Sam's observation to be correct.

"Well, then, what would you call it?" Sam asked curiously as Dean sat down in the available chair next to him.

"Don't matter what an old man thinks." Mr. Garland said, eluding to the fact that people have not cared about his opinion enough times to make him feel like it doesn't matter at all.

"Mr. Garland... We're just trying to get the truth on your brother. Please." Sam said, giving Mr. Garland nothing but the honest to God truth as that seemed to have changed his mind.

"Everybody was scared of Luther. They called him a monster." Mr. Garland said as he slowly reached over and took Luther's old security badge from the file, looking at the dirty, laminated picture of his brother. "He was too big, too mean-looking. Just too, different. Didn't matter he was the kindest man I ever knew. Didn't matter he'd never hurt no one." He said, unavoidably going down memory lane as he looked at the security pass. "A lot of people failed Luther. I was one of them. I was a widower with three young'uns, and I told myself there was nothing I could do." Mr. Garland said, trying to keep his voice even despite his guilt and sorrow at failing his brother.

"Mr. Garland, um... do you recognize this woman?" Sam asked as he unfolded the picture Dean had ripped and passed it over to Mr. Garland.

"It's Jessie O'Brien. Her man, Frank, killed Luther." Mr. Garland sated bluntly after only looking at the picture for a moment.

"How do you know that?" Sam asked, wondering what kind of evidence Mr. Garland had that could make him say something like that.

"Everybody knows. They just don't talk about it." Mr. Garland revealed, effectively paving the way for what he said next. "Jessie was a receptionist at the mill. She was always real nice to Luther, and he had a crush on her. But Frank didn't like it. And when Jessie went missing, Frank was sure that Luther had done something to her." He explained as Sam nodded slightly at this information. "Turns out the old gal killed herself, but Frank didn't know that. They found Luther with a chain wrapped around his neck. He was dragged up and down the stretch outside that plant till he was past dead." Mr. Garland said, just talking about it made his heart ache.

"And O'Brien was never arrested?" Dean asked, managing to fight through the ghost sickness long enough to sound like her old self.

"I screamed to every cop in town. They didn't want to look into Frank. He was a pillar of the community. My brother was just the town freak." Mr. Garland said with a bitter smile and a tilt of his head.

"You must have hated Frank O'Brien." Sam assumed, knowing that that's how he would feel if something like that happened to Dean.

"I did for a long time, but life's too short for hate, son. And Frank wasn't thinking straight. His wife had vanished. He was terrified." Mr. Garland said, managing to bring himself to Frank's defense even after all he had done. "A damn shame he had to put Luther through the same, but... that's fear. It spreads and spreads." He said, fear was sometimes a disease as well as an emotion.

After thanking Mr. Garland for his time they took their leave, heaving out the back to where they parked them Impala. Dean revealed that her itchy arms were actually road rash and that she guessed that Luther swallowed wood chips as he was dragged down the road. Sam had to agree, pointing out that she was actually experiencing Luther's death in slow motion. In contrast to the fact that the death had most likely happened within the span of an hour. Or possibly less than that seeing as Luther had been beyond dead come the time that Frank eventually stopped dragging him by that chain. Dean made it quite clear she was ready to torch some bones and get healthy again but Sam quickly dashed her hopes. Enlightening her to the fact that Luther had been road-hauled, his body having been ripped to pieces. Meaning that Luther's remains were probably scattered all over that road and mixed in with the wood chips. Which meant that going and burning Luther's bones wouldn't solve their problem. They'd just be salting and burning a corps without any rhyme or reason, which was not what they were about. Dean had hoped that Sam was kidding her but he wasn't and the stress of it all had finally gotten to her.

"You know what? Screw this." Dean said as she made to walk away rather than climb into the Impala.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dean. Come on." Sam said as he followed after Dean before she stopped before she even left the side of the Impala.

"No, I mean, come on, Sam. What are we doing?!" Dean asked as if she had suddenly forgotten why they were here.

"We're hunting a ghost." Sam reminded, amnesia wasn't a symptom of ghost sickness now was it?

"A ghost- exactly. Who does that?" Dean asked, absolutely bewildered at the notion of hunting a ghost now.

"Us." Sam stated slowly, staying calm unlike Dean.

"Us? Right. And that, Sam- that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean, come on. We hunt monsters! What the hell?!" Dean exclaimed, her voice becoming slightly higher as her anxiety rises. "I mean, normal people, they see a monster, and they run. But not us- no, no, no. We-We search out things that want to kill us. Yeah? Huh? Or eat us!" She ranted as all Sam could do was watch and listen as she spirals. "You know who does that? Crazy people! We... are insane! You know, and then there's the bad diner food and then the skeevy motel rooms and then the truck-stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean, who wants this life, Sam? Huh? Seriously?" Dean asked a she looked to Sam, wishing he had the answers that she was looking for.

"..." Sam opened his mouth to say something, anything that may help Dean calm down but he never got the chance to.

"Do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so!" Dean exclaimed, assuming she already knew the answer despite not letting Sam answer for himself. "I mean, I drive too fast, and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again, a-and I sing along. I'm annoying. I know that. And you- you're gassy!" She exclaimed, and he didn't know why she drifted off to there but she did. "You eat half a burrito, and you get toxic! I mean, you know what? You can forget it." Dean said, tossing Sam the keys to the Impala before she began to walk away.

"Whoa, Dean. Where are you going?" Sam asked, Dean shouldn't be wandering off on her own in this condition.

"Stay away from me, Sam, okay? 'Cause I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and- and- and the hell hounds and the ghost sickness and the damn apocalypse. I'm out. I'm done. Quitting." Dean said as she walked back to Sam so he could see she was serious before walking away quickly as he sighed.

So there Dean was, walking down the street in the middle of the night, wearing a pantsuit and heels that pinched her feet. Though as she loosened the collar of her shirt there were these small foot falls behind her followed by a snarl that made her freeze mid step. The snarl sounded eerily like that of a hell hound, but upon slowly turning around she found a little Yorkie standing behind her. The small dog stared innocently up at her with a little pink bow in it's fur and had obviously gotten out of her yard. However Dean was not in her right mind at the moment, and her fight or flight saw the adorable little dog as something to be feared. So she ran, she ran and ran as the little Yorkie thought that it was a game and chased after the terrified hunter. Tripping and knocking over some poor dumpster diver's shopping cart of salvaged dumpster finds in the process as she ran. Barely sticking around long enough to tell the dumpster diver to run from the Yorkie, probably looking like a crazy person in the process as she kept running. Making it back to the hotel room just in time to have Sam come back and find her sitting on one of the beds, utterly winded.

"I looked everywhere for you, Dean. How the hell did you get here?" Sam asked, approaching Dean as she looked up at him with wide, deer caught in headlight eyes.

"Ran." Dean stated, her voice wavering a bit as she spoke as this gained a small sigh from Sam as he sat on the other bed. "What do we do now? I got less than four hours on the clock. I'm gonna die, Sammy." She said sorrowfully as she looked at the tall brunette as he sighed.

"Yeah, you are. You're going back." Sam uttered, which was not exactly what Dean had expected from him.

"Back?" Dean asked nervously, what did Sam mean by back?

"Downstairs, Dean- Hell." Sam said, turning his head to finally look Dean in the eyes. "It's about damn time, too." He stated as she could soon hear her own heart beating loudly in her ears. "Truth is, you've been a real pain in my ass." Sam said, his voice becoming deeper, darker as Dean watched him look at her again through distorted, shaking vision. Though instead of hazel eyes staring back at her, they were the yellow eyes that belonged to Azazel.

"No!" Dean exclaimed through her panting, having lunged at Sam only to be pinned against the wall behind her by an invisible force. "You get out of Sam, you evil son of a bitch!" She ordered, gaining a chuckle from the male in question as he stood up.

"No one's possessing me, Dean. This is what I'm going to become. This is what I want to become." Sam said, his voice echoing in that deeper, dark tone as he approached Dean. "There's nothing you can do about it." He stated as his eyes became yellow once again.

"Ugh!" Dean grunted as Sam suddenly had her by the throat, choking her as she struggled to breathe.

"Hey, hey, hey, Dean." Sam suddenly called out, voiced back to normal as he had his hand braced on Dean's shoulder. "Hey, Dean. Dean. Dean." He continued, trying to ground her and snap her out of whatever hallucination she was in, backing off once she had snapped out of it.

"Sammy..." Dean croaked out, shaken by the fact that she felt like she had been choked but she hadn't been.

"C'mon Dean." Sam said, supporting Dean's weight as she practically collapsed into his chest when she peeled herself from the wall.

Dean made no move to complain when Sam hooked an arm under her knees and picked her up bridal style. Or when he sat her down one of the beds before handing her one of her shirts back from when she was a man and a pair of shorts. Nor did she say a word in regards to him saying she should change into those and get comfortable. She was just far too exhausted, her limbs feeling like led and her stomach feeling like it was eating away at itself. Dean just stiffly began to change, barely registering Sam leaving after saying he was meeting up with Bobby. Only noticing she was alone in the room when she sluggishly moved to sit and watch TV after she finished changing. Settling on watching some kind of stop-motion cartoon as she scratched at her forearm. Soon getting shocked at how the horse in the show got a lasso around its neck as it was dragged out of town. Which certainly didn't help how Dean felt but she didn't dare try and change the channel. Though she did shut off the TV when Sam called, telling her only the bits and pieces that she needed to know. Those being that they had a plan, that she needed to ride out the trip, to hang in there, and that was it.

Dean didn't like being left in the dark like this though, but with less than two hours to go she has no choice but to put blind faith in Sam. With the TV now off she was left in silence that was soon pierced by hell hound howling. Dean flinched at the sound as she could once again hear her heart beating loudly in her ears once again. The howling morphing into barking and snarling as it gets louder and louder. Her head snapping towards the door when pounding soon mixed in with the barks and snarls as her vision became distorted and shaky yet again. Dean ducking down behind the chair as it continued, though it wasn't hell hounds on the other side of the door. As the door burst open she could see the blurry form of the Sheriff in the doorway, standing as he entered the room. Naturally she had questions, but those died on her lips when she saw the gun in his blood stained hand. He had questions too, mainly about Luther and why they were looking into his death. Though Dean was more concerned with the fact that he was sick like her as she saw the blood staining the inner forearms of his shirt. Dean tried to tell him to relax, if they stayed relaxed then maybe they'd both get out of this in one piece but he didn't listen.

The Sheriff just backhanded Dean across the face, going into a downward spiral about Frank and how he was his friend. Going on to say he didn't bust him and he wasn't going to be taken down for that. The sheriff tried to aim his gun at Dean to shoot her as she had recovered from being backhanded across the face, still freaked out about guns. When they both seemed to try and go for the gun it turned to a scuffle initiated by the sick older male. It was just a flurry of blows that left Dean feeling more sore than before as she did her best to fight back. Only managing to throw the sheriff off of herself when the hallucinations made her see him as a black eyed demon. His body landed on the glass coffee table as it collapsed under his weight with a crash. As Dean approached him slowly, wanting to help, the sheriff breathed heavily and started clutching at his chest. Clearly distressed, telling her to stay back and not calming down no matter what she tells him, and then just like that he was gone. All Dean could bring herself to do was cover the Sheriff's body with the blanket from her bed.

Soon she sat down on the other bed as she scratched at her arms yet again. Dean could hear Sam's voice, his taunting words from her earlier hallucination ringing crystal clear in her ears. It all mixed in with the barking, the loud beating, and the loud ticking coming from the nearby bedside clock. In that moment Dean noticed the bible laying on the floor at her feet, quickly snatching it up and holding it close. Holding onto it for dear life as if it was the only life line she had right now, because it honestly was. Dean was trying with all her might to stay calm but was teetering on the edge hanging on by only the smallest of threads. Her eyes were shut tightly, hoping that the bible itself would will away this sickness. So then she could get back to saving people, hunting things, not slowly starving because even food scares her. The cool, slightly textured cover of the bible pressed against her lips brought her little comfort though. Soon however, Dean's eyes snapped open in shock at a voice she heard. A voice she had hoped to never hear again, especially so soon.

"Hi, Dean." The sweet, childish voice said from next to her as the ticking stopped, Dean slowly turning her head to see young Lilith next to her.

"No. No." Dean uttered with a gasp as she looked away from the smiling little girl, her grip on the bible tightening.

"Yes. It's me- Lilith. Oh, I missed you so much." Lilith said as she suddenly hugged Dean, the hunter trying her best to keep her composure. "It's time to go back now." She said only to have the sandy blonde female peel herself from the hug quickly and moved away from the little girl.

"You-You are not real." Dean said, trying to reassure herself as she pointed the bible at Lilith.

"What's the matter, Dean? Don't you remember all the fun you had down there?" Lilith asked as Dean slowly looked at her, the arm holding out the bible beginning to shake. "You do remember. 4 months is like 40 years in Hell. Like doggy years. And you remember every second." She said as she slid off the bed, approaching the sick female who saw her through distorted, shaky vision.

"Ugh." Dean groaned, doubling over and clutching at her heart as Lilith watched her drop to her knees. "You are not real." She strained out, trying to will the little girl away only to be forced to look at her.

"It doesn't matter. You're still gonna die. You're still gonna burn." Lilith said, her eyes that eerie milky white as Dean was forced to look her in the eyes.

"Why me? Why'd I get infected?" Dean asked as Lilith released her head with a smile, her eyes returning to normal.

"Silly goose. You know why, Dean. Listen to your heart." Lilith said, resting her hands on her hips as Dean looked at her in confusion.

"What?" Dean asked, what did Lilith mean by listen to her heart,

"Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom." Lilith said, pulling sounds of pain from Dean, for each time she said that her heart felt like it was being strangled. "Ba-boom! Ba-boom! Ba-boom! Ba-boom! Ba-boom!" She exclaimed as the older female was now on her back, a hand to her chest as she scooted away from the demonic child.

Lilith's repetition of ba-boom continued as pain exploded in Dean's chest, her heart beating loudly in her ears. Struggled gasps escaping her throat as she lay helplessly on the ground, struggling to breath to the point that she just stopped without warning. For a moment she felt like her energy was being sapped from her as her heart slowed, then just like that it was gone. Dean gasping loudly and coughing as she was suddenly fine, the bloody scratched at road rash on her arms were gone, and Lilith was gone. She was utterly alone, and all she could bring herself to do was pant. Her head flopped down on her bag on the floor as she stared at the ceiling. Safe to say she had been more than happy to get the hell out of town when Sam came back. Not even bothering to change again as she packed, slipped on her boots, and headed straight to the Impala. Avoiding any and all questions that Sam had about why the sheriff was dead and why the room had been a mess. All she wanted to do now was have a beer and hear the whole story now that they had met up with Bobby.

"So, you guys road-hauled a ghost... with a chain?" Dean asked, wondering if she heard right as she gave one beer to Sam and kept the other for herself when Bobby declined it.

"Iron chain etched with spell work." Sam corrected as he motioned to Bobby, who had a proud smile on his face at his handy work.

"Hmm. Now, that's a new one." Dean commented before taking a sip of her beer.

"It was what he was most afraid of. It was pretty brutal, though." Sam said, honestly feeling bad that he had to put Luther through that.

"On the upside, I'm still alive, so, uh, go team." Dean said with a smile as she lightly raised her beer into the air.

"Yeah. How you feeling, by the way?" Sam asked as he looked at Dean, she never did give him a chance to ask that before.

"Fine." Dean stated, she was right as rain, no more anxiety, no more hallucinations.

"You sure, Dean? 'Cause this line of work can get awful scary." Bobby said, both him and Sam looking at Dean as if she'll spill her guts at any moment.

"I'm fine." Dean repeated insistently, showing even more that she was back to her old self. "You want to go hunting? I'll hunt. I'll kill anything." She said as Bobby and Sam looked at one another.

"Aw." Sam cooed with a smile that Bobby returned whole-heartedly.

"She's adorable." Bobby stated, both of them bursting out laughing as Dean turned away from them, sulking as she drank more of her beer. "I got to get out of here. You two drive safe." He said as he walked around to the driver's side of his car.

"You too, Bobby. Hey, thanks." Sam said, him and Dean watching as Bobby climbed in his car, the engine turning over and starting as he drove away. "So, uh... so, what did you see? Near the end, I mean." He asked, wanting to try his luck again since she hadn't answered him before.

"Oh, besides a cop beating my ass?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow as she looked at Sam.

"Seriously." Sam stated as Dean inhaled sharply, hesitant to say anything as she was silent, licking her lips as they suddenly felt dry.

"Howler monkeys. Whole roomful of them. Those things creep the hell out of me." Dean lied, honestly trying to make herself feel better about what she did see.

"Right." Sam uttered, not really seeming to believe Dean yet deciding not to call her out on it.

"No, no. Just the usual stuff, Sammy. Nothing I couldn't handle." Dean reassured, taking another drink as the conversation was clearly over for now. The two of them soon finished off their beers before climbing in the Impala and followed Bobby's lead by leaving.