Dean headed back to Melody's dressing room and knocked on the door. When she didn't answer right away and he heard a soft whimper from inside the room, a lifetime of training kicked in and his spidy senses began tingling. He reached around under his jacket for the weapon he always kept tucked in the back of his pants, taking comfort in the smooth feeling of the ivory against his fingers. As he stretched his hand towards the doorknob, prepared to face whatever was inside, Melody opened the door sobbing.

Dean immediately pushed past her, gun raised, making sure to keep her safely behind his back as he cleared every corner of the room. Dean then turned on Melody, "Are you OK? Did something hurt you?"

The poor girl stood frozen, eyes trained on the gun in Dean's hand and mouth agape. Dean lowered his weapon and grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to look up at Dean. "Melody, what attacked you?"

"What? Nothing. It's just… they might change Castiel's story line." The actress sniffled again at the thought.

"So nothing attacked you. This is just about the movie?"

"W-why do you have a gun?" Melody's voice was shaking and shallow.

"I thought it would be good to be prepared considering recent circumstances."

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry if I scared you." Melody took a deep breath to calm herself and turned back to walk into the room, heading straight for the small couch that sat in the corner where her box of tissues were. "I heard that they want to change the whole story so that Anna is Dean's love interest instead of Castiel. Apparently, Nick wants to work more with Sophia, who is playing Anna just because he is a fan of Dr. Sexy. It's not fair!"

Dean followed her inside to sit next to her on the couch. "Uh, sorry to hear about that."

"I mean, in the books, it's so obvious that Castiel is in love with Dean. How could they change that?"

"Wait… Castiel is… what?"

"Oh, I know that Dean was with Anna and not Castiel in the books, but Anna ended up betraying him and Castiel is the one who stuck around. Shouldn't that mean that Castiel is the one Dean should be with?" The actress was full on crying again, making Dean extremely uncomfortable.

Dean tried consoling her, "You're right. Listen, Anna was a one night stand at best. She was there and willing and I'll bet Dean was also kind of curious about being with an angel. But it didn't really mean anything." Dean couldn't believe he was actually arguing the case for why fake Cas should be with fake Dean. His life was weird.

"I know, right?" Melody looked up at him through tear filled eyes. "Castiel is the one who saved Dean from hell. He rejected millions of years of training and even torture to rebel for Dean. He chose Dean over his own family and he was even willing to die for him multiple times. And even in that one book when Dean went to the future, Castiel stayed with him and gave up his powers when the rest of the angels left. How can anyone not see how much Castiel is in love with Dean?"

Dean was dumbstruck. No one had ever really laid it all out there like that. Could Cas really feel that way about him? Everything that Melody had just said was swirling around in his head, making him dizzy from thinking about it all. From the moment he had met Castiel his life has been a constant race to save the world, his loved ones or his own skin. He barely had time to breathe, much less take time to consider the motivation behind Cas' actions.

A couple of memories of getting tossed around by Castiel came to the forefront now. Dean remembered Cas telling him that he rebelled, was hunted, gave up everything and he did all of it for Dean, not for peace or for heaven or for humanity, but for Dean. At the time, the depth of those words didn't really register. He was a little more focused on the broken nose and cheekbone that Cas had given him in that alley. But now, thinking about what Cas had said and what Melody just told him, he had to take another look at what his friend really meant by those words.

And Melody didn't even know about everything that Cas had done since the failed Apocalypse. He kept coming back to Dean over and over again, long after his original responsibilities to him were over. The dude had taken on the archangel Raphael without him, just to spare Dean from getting back into the hunting life. He had taken on Sam's crazy into himself and had helped gank Dick Roman. In purgatory, he tried to protect Dean by leading the Leviathans away from him. And in Lucifer's crypt, something had broken Naomi's control over Cas.

Could it really be that Cas felt that strongly about him? Dean couldn't understand why. Castiel was an angel of the Lord. He has been alive longer than Dean could comprehend. He must have seen and guarded millions of people in his time. Why Dean? Why this high school dropout with nothing to his name but a '67 Impala? He was just a hunter (who, honestly had seen better days). He had been at the center of a shitstorm for as long as he could remember. Hell, he had almost destroyed the world because he couldn't even hold out in hell. What would someone like Cas want with him? It just didn't make sense.

He had nothing to offer, and yet, here Cas was, with him. The first thing Cas had done after losing his grace was to seek out Dean. Cas trusted him and needed him. But love?

The actresses sniffles brought Dean out of his contemplation. "That's the whole reason that they cast Castiel as a woman. What do you think would have happened if Castiel had chosen a female vessel?"

Dean looked at the beautiful actress in front of him. Her sad eyes were pools of blue that he could get lost in and reminded him too much of his friend. What if Cas had burst through those barn doors in Melody's body? Would he have acted differently? Hell yes! Let's just say there's no way Cas would still be a virgin. That night a few years ago before they took on Raphael? Dean is pretty sure his last-night-on-earth speech would have been used to get the angel into a bed, but certainly not some prostitutes'. Hell, if he is being honest with himself, after Cas' failed attempt to get laid, he looked so adorably confused that Dean almost had kissed the guy in that alley.

"Yeah, I guess I see what you mean." Dean told Melody sheepishly.

"In the books, Dean Winchester is way too wrapped up in his whole masculine bravado to ever see past Castiel's male vessel to realize how perfect they could be for each other. This movie was going to give their love story a chance," the actress had put her hand on Dean's arm and moved closer. He could tell how much she cared about the story (his story). She was starting to make him see how fans could take an interest in the Supernatural books.

Dean thought about what she had said. Did he really come across that way? Had he been too stubborn to see what Melody was seeing?

Just then, the lights began to flicker and the temperature dropped about thirty degrees. Dean knew immediately he needed to get Melody far away from whatever was haunting this set. The lights in the room burst, casting them into darkness. He turned to Melody, "You're in danger. We have to get you out of here. Stay close."

Damn, he just had his standard handgun, not the sawed-off with the salt rounds. He frantically searched the room for something iron when he noticed the vanity table she was using had wrought-iron legs. He quickly turned over the table and slammed his foot down, breaking one of the legs off. Melody jumped and screamed at the unexpected behavior but he turned and growled at her get behind him.

Melody did as she was told and followed barely a footstep behind Dean, holding onto the back of his jacket. He knew the spirit had to be close. Something slammed into the front of him, nearly knocking him off his feet. When the spirit flickered into visibility, he could see it was a woman and she was holding what looked like blue flames in each hand, which would explain the burns. Melody screamed and practically crawled up Dean's back.

Dean swung the table leg through the spirit and watched as it dissipated. "It won't be gone long. Come on."

"What was that?" Melody was gulping down huge gasps of air in her panic.

But before Dean could answer the ghost appeared again, this time behind Melody, who panicked and lost her footing, falling in a heap on the floor. The spirit of the woman leaned over Melody, barely and inch away from her face, staring into her eyes, snarling. But just as Dean was about to take another swing, the woman disappeared.

Dean grabbed Melody's hand and helped her to her feet then shoved her towards the door. Melody didn't hesitate and ran with Dean following behind, keeping an eye out for the spirit to make another appearance. Once outside, Dean remembered that Sam took the Impala. "You got a car?" he asked Melody.

"Yes, over here," she ran towards a yellow Beetle, "but I left the keys inside."

"Don't worry, we don't need keys. Get in the passenger side." Dean jumped into the driver's seat and quickly slammed his hand up into the dashboard under the steering wheel to find the wires needed to hotwire the car. In a moment, the car whirred to life and Dean was high-tailing it back to the motel.

Melody was hugging her chest with her arms and rocking back and forth mumbling, "Oh my God, oh my God."

"Are you hurt?"

The actress continued her rocking and mumbling, squeezing her eyes shut. Dean grabbed her shoulder and gave her a slight shake. "Melody, are you hurt?"

She finally got enough composure to look to Dean with wide eyes, "N-no. But I heard her in my head. She just kept saying 'mine.' What was that?"

"That was a vengeful spirit, just like you read about in the books. We are pretty sure that's what hurt the other actresses and we are trying to figure out who it was so we can destroy it. Did she look familiar to you?"

"No. Wait, spirits are real?"

"Sorry, but all those bad things from the Supernatural books that go bump in the night are real."

"I can't believe this," the actress breathed. "So you are what, kind of like the brothers from the books?"

"You could say that."