I've been crazy busy with work and studies (that are now finished.. woop), that why this is a little bit late. Also feels a bit uninspired but ah well...

I have some future chapters in mind and can't really decide whether I wanna M-rate this whole story, or if should make them separate for people who want to read...

(yes i have a somewhat dirty mind)

As per usual, nothing is mine 'cept for the spelling mistakes.

Dean woke up to Sam bursting through the door, he sat up straight in bed causing pain to sear through his back and bit back a moan. He watched as Sam put a tray on the table and then quickly ran out of the room again only to lead Mia in and up to Deans bed.

"Watch her." Sam grabbed one of the duffels and ran out again. It all happened so fast and Dean was still groggy by all the meds and sleep, he shook his head to clear it and looked up at Mia, who had tears streaming down her face. He shifted uncomfortably, women and crying, he'd rather handle monsters and ghost.

"Uhm.. You alright?" She blinked and shrugged, putting the cup she was still holding on to down on the bedside table, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

"Who? me? Yea, just peachy." Dean reached forward and grabbed her hand, pulling her down to sit next to him and leaned back, letting his aching body rest.

"What happened?" She just looked at him blankly for a couple of seconds, shrugged again and looked around the room, eyes focusing on the tray Sam had put on the table.

"We should get you some food." She went to get up but Dean grabbed her arm and pulled her back down again, needing to know what Sam was out there fighting, and also strangely worried about her well-being.

"Just tell me what happened."

She closed her eyes and tried to pull herself together long enough to just talk to him, but she knew that even thinking about it now would send her in to the panic that was already building up inside of her. She needed to focus on something else, if even for a second, just needed some space or she would break down. She turned to look at him to try to make him understand.

"Just let me get you some food." She saw the protest forming and pleading eyes met his.

"Please."

He let go of her arm and let her get up and she quickly went in to the little kitchen and turned the tap on, both hands on the kitchen sink she let her self feel all the panic and fear as she slowly counted to ten, small hasty breaths escaping her, making her lightheaded.

Dean sat up in bed again, carefully putting his bare-feet down on the floor, itching to get out there and help Sam, and craving to know what had happened. The water had been running out in the kitchen for too long now and he was a bit worried about what she was up to.

Mia had her forehead leaned against the kitchen-sink, somehow trying to force the cool feeling to soothe the heat and dizzyness that seemed to be taking over her body. She tried to remember Bryan the way he was, so happy and light, but all that came up was him pointing at her, the whisper echoing that it was all her fault and then watching as he slowly took a few steps towards her and blood starting to form little patterns on his clothes, and now Sam was out there, what if he got hurt because of her as well.

She jumped when she felt a hand on her back and saw Dean's feet, half covered in too long sweatpants, coming in to her view. He reached over her and turned the tap off, then grabbed her shoulders and straightened her up. She slowly lifted her head and looked in to his eyes and seeing the concern there everything just poured out of her. How she was worried about Sam, what had happened, how this was the first time Bryan had ever spoken to her, how scared she was. Dean patiently listened and let out a small breath, knowing that if it was just a standard ghost Sam would most likely be fine. She was sobbing now and Dean looked around for some tissues and grabbed a bit of kitchen-roll, handed it to her and patted her shoulder in what he thought would be a reassuring way, hoping for the tears to stop.

They both kind of jumped when Sam burst through the door and stormed in to the kitchen.

"What the hell are you doing out of bed?" Dean rolled his eyes, trust Sam to get pissed over tiny details when he was the one out hunting a ghost. Sam walked up to Dean and Mia and grabbed Deans shoulders, leading him back to bed and pushing him down on to it.

"Hey! Hey! Get off me!" When Sam was satisfied that Dean was again in bed and not hurt he sat down next to him to give him the lowdown.

"Well, whatever that was, it's not there anymore. He disappeared the second she wasn't by my side." Dean nodded.

"So defiantly vengeful spirit then?"

"Yep. I'm gonna go make sure the bones are really burned, there are other remains as well, but they're in the forest and I don't want to be caught in there with him if there's still crap in his coffin to burn!"

"How do you know that there are remains in the forest?"

"Mia told me when you were out cold. I'm gonna need her to show me where as well, but first things first, I'm gonna head to the graveyard." Sam saw Deans worried look.

"Don't worry, man. I'm pretty sure there will be nothing there, I just wanna make sure. Watch the girl?" He nodded towards the kitchen, where they could hear water boiling and Mia messing around, seeming to have pulled out of the worry now that Sam was back and alright.

"Just be careful, Sammy."

"It's Sam. And I'm gonna eat first, let it get a bit later before I go mutilate yet another corpse."

Dean signed.

"Strange lives."