2

I woke up in Dean's arm, exactly how I had fallen asleep. He was still sound asleep while I felt fully energized. I quietly and carefully slipped off the bed and got into a pair of yoga pants and a workout tank top.

I made a pot of coffee and waited until I had a fresh cup to head on the balcony off the bedroom wall. It offered a great view of the wildflower field that grew behind Harold's office. It was a beautiful day and I was going to do my yoga out there.

On the balcony I laid the mat down and set my coffee down on the table. I started with my basic stretches that led into my more complex stances.

I was startled when a move turned me around and Dean was standing in the doorway, jeans on, no shirt and a cup of coffee steaming from a mug.

"You're gonna have to stop that at some point." He said with a smirk.

I smiled, "Stop what?"

"You're perfect. Every time I think you've topped your perfection, you prove me wrong." He sipped from his mug.

I shook my head, "I'm far from perfect. And you haven't even known me a day"

"You're the closest thing to perfect I've ever seen. And I feel like I've known you longer." He approached me and kissed my cheek. "I know we're meeting Sam for lunch, but do you-"

"Help yourself." I smiled up at him and he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine before heading back inside.

I understood what he meant about the feeling like we had known each other longer. It was strange, but it wasn't an overwhelming strange.

I finished my routine and left my mat. I took my mug and headed back inside. Dean was finishing up a bowl of cereal then he rinsed the bowl and put it in the dishwasher. I wasn't big on breakfast, but I liked cereal occasionally for other meals.

We still had a couple of hours until we were scheduled to meet Sam. I knew I wanted to shower before we left, but I couldn't pull my eyes from Dean's exposed perfect chest. He stretched his arms above his head then poured himself more coffee.

I finally pulled my eyes from him and decided a shower was needed. I finished my coffee and headed into the bathroom. I started the shower and stood in front of the mirror as I combed my hair after pulling the ponytail out.

Dean appeared in the bathroom doorway. "I'd join you, but I left my change of clothes in my car."

I smiled, "No problem. Take your clothes off. We can wash them."

I walked back into the kitchen and opened the closet door where I had stashed the washing machine. I had opted for a higher technology of something similar to the machines that Japan used. It washed and dried a smaller load of clothes in less than a half hour. Dean could shower with me and have clean and dry clothes by the time we were done.

He handed me a bundle of clothes, his jeans, boxers, socks and his shirt. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. I tossed the clothes in with the soap.

"Where's the dryer?" He asked.

"It does both, washes and dries. It's only good for smaller loads. I use it for clothes only. Bedding, blankets and jackets I wash in the office where there's a larger washer and dryer."

"Nice." He started to head back to the shower. I followed behind him.

When he was in the bathroom he let the towel fall to the floor as he stepped into the shower. I stripped my clothes and followed him into the stone shower. He turned and faced me.

"This bathroom is amazing!" He said, wrapping his arms around me.

"Harold undated it when his daughter decided to move in here. I got lucky when he offered it to me. I was happily staying at the hotel, but Harold made the offer so I could be closer to my car and have more privacy in my own place. He wasn't even going to charge me rent, but I managed to convince him to take a few hundred every month."

I turned on the second shower head and started to wash my hair. Within a few minutes Dean and I were fully clean, our hair dripping wet.

I was wringing out my hair when I caught him staring at me. I stepped toward him and he wrapped his arms around me. I ran my hands over his perfectly formed chest as his fingers brushed teasingly along my back.

I turned off the water and pulled from his reach as I handed him a clean towel. I quickly wrapped a towel around me and took a second to quickly towel dry my hair.

When we were sufficiently dried we headed out toward the bed. I went to the dresser and pulled out clothes. I felt Dean wrap his arms around me. He spun me around to face him as he playfully undid the towel wrapped around me and let it fall to the floor.

"We still have a bit more time to waste before we need to leave." He gripped my thighs in both his hands and lifted me up in his arms.

He laid me on the bed and kissed his way up my leg and over my stomach then up to my lips. We spent another half hour rolling in the sheets, teasing, kissing, caressing. Until we were both breathless and smiling from elated pleasure.

I glanced toward the clock and knew we needed to get dressed and start heading to the tavern. Dean kissed my forehead and he sighed and climbed off the bed.

I went back to the dresser and finished gathering clothes. I slipped on a pair of pink underwear and a matching bra. I picked a pair of jean shorts and pulled on a tight black tank top that was low cut and made my cleavage look amazing. I added a simple cream colored sleeveless lace cardigan. I draped a bronze heart pendant that hung between my breasts and down toward my stomach, it was also a flash drive.

I finished my country look with a dark colored brown belt and a pair of matching ankle boots. Once I had moved to Montana I had taken a weird change of style, but it really worked for me and I loved it.

I headed to the bathroom, catching a glimpse of Dean as he finished buckling his belt, still shirtless. My hair had mostly dried so I brushed it and added some frizz cream. My hair was being well behaved, curling slightly toward the ends. Living in the small town and focusing on my car had left me to neglect my hair and it had grown clear down to my hips.

I had finally cut it a few weeks before and had opted to keep most of the length. My hair now fell to the middle of my back. I decided to leave my hair down, but grabbed a couple of hair ties just incase and slipped them on my wrist.

Dean was sitting on the end of the bed and slipping his boots on. "So," He said as I exited the bathroom. "I was thinking that we could talk to Margaret about the house. She had to have spent plenty of time there and might know something we can't find in the history society."

"That's a good idea. I should visit her anyway. We can go after lunch. She grew up in the house. She has tons of stories, maybe something can help." I grabbed my leather strapped watch and put it on my bare wrist.

"Then we can go to the history society with hopefully a bit more information on what we're looking for. Otherwise, we have a ton of history to dig through." He stood up and smoothed his jeans down then grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and put it on.

I grabbed my sunglasses and my cellphone from the counter. My cell phone case had a compartment for my bank card and ID so that I didn't need to carry a wallet. I slipped my phone in my back pocket and put the sunglasses on as we headed toward the door. I grabbed the keys and tossed them at Dean.

"I'll drive from the Tavern, since I know where we're going." I said, answering his wide smile.

He wrapped an arm around me and kissed me before opening the door. He headed down the stairs and was at the car before I was even half way down the stairs. He had popped the hood and stared at the engine in all the awe he had displayed the night before.

"Sorry, I just had to get a better look at it under the sun. Plus I wanted to get a better look at the slant 6." He said, his eyes gazing intently at the engine.

I pointed out areas that had been welded and changed to fit the design. I explained why certain things looked so strange and he asked questions like an eager child learning everything about a true passion.

"I think I need to bring over the Impala and have you look under her hood." He smirked at me as he lowered Aphrodite's hood.

"I'd love to." I replied as he pulled me toward him.

His lips met mine and he held me so delicately and yet looked at me with eyes that spoke volumes of emotions that neither of us should be feeling having met just the day before. He kissed me and ushered me to the passenger's side where he opened the door for me.

We were at the tavern by 1:06pm. Sam was already sitting at the same table from the night before. Dean had his arm around my waist as we entered the tavern. It was still early and the tavern had only opened just over an hour before.

Dean ushered me into the booth and sat on the outside. His arm was draped behind my shoulders.

Sam smiled kindly, "So, I couldn't find anything online. Let's hope the history society can help more."

"Actually, we're going to visit Margaret first. See what she can tell us. Should be able to help us narrow our search down a bit before we hit the society." Dean said as he gazed briefly at the tavern's lunch menu.

Ted approached the table with a wide smile. "Good afternoon. Hope you three are staying out of trouble."

I smiled, "Of course. We have a lot of things to do, I was wondering if-"

Ted held up a hand, "No need. You can have as much time off as necessary. Just let me know." His smile was tender and warm. "Now, what can I get for you all."

"Cheeseburger, with everything." Dean replied with a smile.

Sam ordered the same and Ted already knew what I prefered to eat from the lunch menu. We thanked him as he put in our orders with the cook.

Kelsey was at the bar, wiping the counter down as she gestured for me to come over. Dean moved so that I could go to the counter and talk with her. He had kissed my cheek before I walked away.

"You're glowing!" Kelsey said, smiling widely at me. "How was it? Tell me it was earth shattering! It changed your world, right?"

I giggled, "It was amazing." I glanced back at Dean as he smiled at me. "He's amazing."

"He's hot! That's for sure! I'd love a roll through the sheets with him." She bit her lower lip then shook her head. "You always get the hotties."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at her, "You have plenty of guys drooling over you."

The tavern door opened and Blake entered. He approached the bar and sat down in the seat beside where I stood.

"How's it going, Dee?" He asked with a smile.

"Good. You?" I replied being polite.

He smiled wider, "I'd be better if you actually took a night off and had a proper date with me."

I sighed and looked away, "You lost that chance, Blake. Go flirt with another girl. you've got plenty of admirers around here."

Blake had been the star quarterback of the football team. He had even gotten a scholarship to a university to play. he was great until he got injured and lost his scholarship and came back home. He was currently studying to replace the county deputy and work with the sheriff.

The town girls still fawned over him, but I was no longer one of them.

He trailed his fingers up my bare arm. "I remember we had lots of fun."

I pulled my arm away from him, "In the past, Blake. Get over it."

Kelsey finished wiping a glass down, "Get lost, Blake. Dee's no longer interested."

Blake smirked, "There's a part of her that still remembers." He moved closer and leaned toward my ear. "The way your back arched beneath me. The move of your hips under me." His voice was seductive, but it only served to turn my stomach.

I stepped away from him. Kelsey poured me three glasses of Ted's wife's famous iced tea and dropped lemon wedges into the glasses.

Dean appeared behind me, "Need help with those?" He asked with a smile.

I nodded and reached for the glasses. Dean leaned over me, his arms along either side of me as he picked up two of the three glasses. His lips grazed against my cheek. It was a move to stake his claim against Blake, so that Blake understood I was with him and not interested.

I smiled and thanked Kelsey as I took the final glass and we returned to the table. Dean handed one of his glasses to Sam and waited for me to slide in before he sat down beside me. His arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me toward him.

"Who's the jerk?" Dean asked.

"Someone who continues to remind me that we have history. I continue to remind him that it's going to stay history."

"So," Sam interjected to change the subject. "you mentioned Margaret being released from the hospital soon. You mind me asking why she was there to begin with?"

I set my tea down and nodded. "She was diagnosed with cancer, long before I got to town. Her last round of chemo killed off the remaining cancer cells and now she's recovering. She was all set to come home just a week before Heather died. Losing her daughter made her health unstable. But she's getting better again, and I am determined to get the house ready for Margaret to come home. It's what Heather would want. It's the least I can do."

Our food arrived and Kelsey delivered it with a bright smile. "Enjoy." She said before returning to the counter.

Dean dropped his arm from my shoulders and started eating. I was quickly learning that he had an intense appetite. I picked at my half sandwich after I finished my salad.

Ted stopped by the table to make sure our food was good. "Glad you're enjoying it. Oh, and Dee, Lucy wanted me to tell you to stop by for dinner soon. She just finished picking fresh ingredients for your favorite pie! She knows how much you love her strawberry rhubarb pie! When should I tell her you're stopping by? You could bring your friends too. You know she'd enjoy the company."

I glanced at Dean and Sam. Dean was smiling widely at me and nodded. Sam shrugged, "Pie was mentioned. If you think I have a choice, you're wrong." he chuckled.

"How's tomorrow night?" I asked looking at Ted.

He beamed, "Lucy will be thrilled! I'll let her know. Come by the house around five." He smiled and waved as he walked away.

"Who's Lucy?" Dean asked as he downed the rest of his tea.

"Ted's wife. She's a sweet lady. And she makes the best pies in town." I replied.

Dean wiped his mouth with a napkin and then kissed my cheek.

"Cars, a hot girl and pie. I'm sure Dean has just found his version of heaven." Sam said with a smirk as he leaned back.

"Don't mock me, Sam!" Dean barked, not unkindly.

"Well, if we're done eating we can head to the hospital." I said.

Sam nodded and stood up. Dean followed his lead and pulled my keys out of his pocket and handed them to me. Before I could grab them, Sam took them. "Maybe I could drive this time?" He smiled.

Dean grabbed the keys from him and handed them to me. "I've seen the way you handle speedsters, and there's no way you could handle Aphrodite."

I snickered and headed toward the door.

"You realize it's still just a car." Sam said.

Dean and I turned on our heels and looked at him. "Aphrodite is not just a car!" We said together.

Sam chuckled and put his hands up, "Alright."

I couldn't hide my smile as I glanced at Dean. He wrapped his arm around my waist and ushered me out the door. The look of Aphrodite under the shining sun still took my breath away. She had originally been painted a deep royal purple. I had added a coat of metallic, sparkly paint that made her gleam with hues of purple, blue and green all while shimmering. It was stunning.

As I approached the driver's side I ran my hand tenderly along her lines. I still got a thrill every time I entered the driver's seat and heard the engine roar to life. Sam was in the back seat and Dean was in the passenger's seat.

I drove to the hospital as Sam prattled on in the back about what we could be dealing with. We headed up in the elevator to the third floor where Margaret's room was located.

Doctor Stevens stopped me in the hallway, "Here to visit Margaret?" He was a bit older than me, but still held the handsomeness of youth. He had graduated early and started work at the hospital shortly after graduating. He had been transferred to Margaret's case shortly after I had come to town.

I had made my initial interest in him known, but he was dedicated to his work and hardly noticed my flirting. Although, as my flirting stopped he seemed to finally understand and started flirting with me.

I nodded, "Yeah, we're still getting the house ready."

"And who are your friends?" He asked glancing at Sam and Dean.

"This is Sam and Dean." I introduced them and they shook hands. "They're helping me with the finishing touches on the house. They just want to meet Margaret and ask her opinions on a few things."

"I'm sure she'll be happy to see you."

"How's she doing?" I asked as we headed down the hall.

"Much better. I'm sure once the house is ready she'll also be ready to return home." He stopped at the nurses station and dropped off a few files and picked up more. "Enjoy your visit." He said before walking back the way we had come from.

I motioned for the guys to follow me down the corridor and entered Margaret's private room.

Months ago I had opened a charity in Margaret's honor. I sent regular payments to the hospital for Margaret and few other families at the hospital. I received a tax break for my charity and Margaret received the care Heather would've wanted. Heather nor Margaret even knew of my financial help, they just assumed it was from a random charity, not knowing it was coming from someone closer to home.

Margaret was sitting in a chair looking out the window. She turned and beamed at me. She wobbled to her feet and held her arms out for me. "Dee, such a sight for these tired eyes!"

I wrapped my arms around her and then helped her back into her chair. She was still recovering and gaining her strength. Her hair was finally growing back and soon enough she would be a picture of health.

"How have you been?" I asked her as I picked up the blanket from the floor and put it back on her lap.

"Much better. They took me for a walk through the garden this morning. I really enjoyed that. And now you're here." She smiled and closed her eyes. "It's a good day."

She patted my hand, "I brought a couple of visitors to meet you." I said.

She sat up straighter and turned to glance at Sam and Dean. I introduced them and Sam moved to sit in a seat beside her.

"We're trying to help Dee with the house, so that she can bring you home. I just want to know a little bit more about the house."

Margaret beamed at him, "I'll tell you anything you want. Anything to help Heather rest in peace."

Sam looked confused.

"I told her. I came to her first, but clearly I don't know what I'm dealing with. Maybe she can tell you something useful." I shrugged.

Sam nodded and returned to Margaret. They spoke quietly and I busied myself with changing her flowers out. I threw out the wilted flowers and rinsed her vase.

"I'm going to head to the gift shop to get some fresh flowers for you, alright, Margaret?"

She waved at me as she talked to Sam.

"I'll go with you." Dean said, clearly not needed to coax anything out of Margaret. Sam was handling Margaret just fine.

I set the vase down and slipped my hand in Dean's. He laced our fingers together and we headed back toward the elevator.

Once the elevator doors closed Dean looked at me, "So, you just came here and told her that you thought her daughter was killed by the evil house and she believed you?"

I nodded, "For the most part. I came and told her what Sandra had said and she believed me."

I pulled Dean toward me and he wrapped his hand around my waist, wriggling his hand under my shirt to touch my bare skin. I jolt of desire flooded my body as I pressed myself against him and kissed him. He held me against him and kissed me harder, spinning me around so that my back was against the elevator wall.

A ding announced our arrival on the ground floor. I gently pushed Dean off a little and smiled. "There will be more time for that later."

Dean smirked and kissed me briefly before taking my hand. "There better be." He said playfully as we headed toward the gift shop.

I went straight to the flowers while he got distracted by the gag gifts. I picked out a fresh bundle of lilies and grabbed a few boxes of Margaret's favorite candy. I made my purchase and found Dean leaning against the doorframe of the entrance to the shop.

"Are we done?" He asked, sticking his hand in my back pocket as we headed toward the elevator.

Back in Margaret's room I filled the vase with water and arranged the flowers for her and set in back on her bedside table.

Sam stood up and smiled as he closed a small notebook and put it back in his pocket. "Thank you. I think we may be able to narrow the research down now."

Margaret beamed, "Glad I could help."

"Let's head to the history society." Dean said clapping his hands together.

I nodded and walked over to Margaret and hugged her briefly. "Soon enough you'll be out of this hospital and back home."

"All thanks to you, my dear. Stay safe, and don't do anything reckless." She kissed my cheek and let me go.

I followed Dean and Sam out into the corridor. "Anything?" Dean asked his brother.

"The house is old enough that there have been plenty of deaths at the house. But there was one who died and was buried near the original house. When the house burned down it took everything with it, including the surround trees. They couldn't find the original blueprints until after the house had been finished, by then the location of the burial was lost." He pulled out his book and flipped through it. "A Charles the second. Maybe if we find a picture we can tell if the ghost is his."

"Then we just have to figure out where he's buried and burn him."

I raised an eyebrow, but assumed they would explain to me later. "And if the ghost isn't him?"

"Then we're back to square one. Hopefully we can find a picture to match the ghost at the very least." Sam replied as the elevator opened on the ground level.

We all headed to my car. Sam climbed back into the backseat and smiled as he got comfortable on the velvet covered seats.

The history society was nothing more than a closed off section of the library. The librarian, Mrs. Wiseman, was a volunteer. She loved books and history and spent most of her time in the library. She was a walking history text on the town and would be able to help us. She led us right to the books and materials we needed and even showed us a picture of the fabled Charles the second.

While Sam scoured over books I located the once lost copy of the original house's blueprints and the copy of the restoration. The houses hadn't been built in the same places because of the fire's damage.

Dean and I looked over the blueprints while Sam gathered as much information as he could about Charles the second. We knew who our ghost was, but now we needed to figure out where his body was buried.

"These blueprints are no help." Dean finally said plopping down in a chair. "The second house wasn't built anywhere near the original location and there's no blueprint for the whole grounds, just the house and a basic map telling us where the property lines were and still are."

I chewed on the inside of my lip as I gazed at the blueprints side by side. There was only one thing that was original from when the house was first built and that was the giant brick wall surrounding the property.

"We can use the wall." I said.

Sam and Dean both glanced at me, "What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"The wall is the same. It was built after the house was finished." I pointed to the original blueprint where the brick walls had been marked on an overview of the properties map. "By figuring out where the house stood in conjunction to the wall we should be able to narrow the area down to find the location."

Sam looked slightly surprised and nodded, "That's a good plan, actually. It still leaves it open for error though, but it's the best idea we have."

"Yeah, and unburying the guy will be enough hard work." Dean said.

I smirked, knowing there were tools that we could use to speed the process for us. "If we wait to start digging tomorrow I can get us a bulldozer."

Dean raised an eyebrow at me, "Seriously?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

"Alright, then let's head back to the house and try to figure out the location while we still have some daylight left. We can mark it and then return tomorrow." Sam gathered up the books and returned them were he found them.

I grabbed the blueprints and laid them down flat. I took pictures of the blueprints and sent them to my laptop. "We'll just have to stop off at my place real quick first."

Dean helped me roll up the blueprints and put them back. We headed back to the car feeling uplifted in having a plan. I drove to my place and ran up the stairs quickly to grab my laptop.

When I headed down the stairs, Dean was leaning against Aphrodite's hood and talking to Sam through the open windows on the car.

I pulled my keys out of my pocket and handed them to Dean. "You remember how to get to the house from here?"

He nodded and opened the passenger's door for me. I quickly slid in and buckled up.

While Dean drove I worked on my laptop. I had an engineering program on my laptop that Marcus and I had used to design certain pieces of Aphrodite's engine. I used it now, inputting the data to give me a schematic of the property.

Sam leaned forward, "What are you doing?" He asked, intrigued.

"It's an engineering program. I inputted the data from the original house's blueprints." I showed him the schematic giving the layout of the original plan. "Here's where the wall is." I pointed to the screen. Then I clicked a few keys and brought a ghost like copy of the new house over the property blueprint. "Here's where the new house is compared to where it was before the fire."

I pulled of the photos of the map marking the burial site. With my finger hovering over the screen I circled a part of the map on the blueprint schematic. "This is about where we should find it. I'll be able to pinpoint better once we get to the house."

Sam smiled, "May I?" He asked pointing to my laptop.

I nodded and handed it back to him. I had saved the schematic and locked it so that he couldn't accidentally change anything.

"You realize this program is designed to engineer parts, not entire blueprints, you know that right?" Sam asked from the back.

I nodded, "Yeah, but with a few properly inputted data it can engineer even bigger projects. I could've used the program when I took an architecture class in college."

Sam shook his head, "I've heard the town people call you the 'gem' of the town. I thought it was just a cute way they all shared what you meant to them, but I think I'm beginning to realize that it's a fitting term for you." He smiled up at me and I blushed, "You truly are a gem. No wonder this town doesn't want to let you go."

Dean rubbed my thigh affectionately and smiled at me, "She's something special, that's for sure." He said tenderly.

My heart was hammering in my chest as my stomach seemed to do somersaults. I had never felt like this before with anyone else. It made me feel like a teenager again, but also a real woman. It was a unique combination and I knew I was never going to be the same for having met these brothers.

We approached the gate and I pulled out the opener from the glovebox. After pressing the button I tossed it back in and it clinked against the gun. I went to close the door and Dean stopped my hand.

"Wait, what do you have..." He pulled out the gun and whistled.

"Why do you have a gun in your glove box?" Sam asked leaning forward.

I shrugged and took the gun from Dean and put it back in the glove box. "I'm a young woman who drives across the country alone. I wanted to make sure I had nothing to fear. I took self defense classes while I worked on Aphrodite in Washington, I can use daggers as well as I can shoot a gun." I opened the glove box and pulled out a small flat box and opened it to show a collection of solid silver throwing daggers that I had been given as a gift before I left Washington.

Dean slid out a dagger and admired it. "These are nice." He gently slid it back. "Where'd you get them?"

"They're all that I received when my dad died. He had made them custom for me and his wife made sure I got them after his death. She sent a few custom made swords from his collection as well. Even though my dad wanted me to have them all."

"Swords?" Dean asked with interest. "Why swords? And what kind?"

"They're replicas of medieval swords. He was really into Dungeons and Dragons and went to all the renaissance fairs. It was his hobby and an interest we both shared."

Dean drove through the gate and parked around the side of the house. The sun was still shining brightly above us and I was happy that after the night before I wouldn't have to enter the house.

Sam handed me back my laptop and I headed to the brick wall. I still had an old architecture program prototype that allowed me to survey from just my laptop using GPS with the program to lay out exact blueprints. I had learned that most of what I had picked up in college could be put to use in real life at some point.

Dean leaned against the hood, "Anything we can do?"

I shook my head, "Just be patient."

I absent mindedly walked along the side of the wall as I typed the necessary data and let the program run as it was meant to. I could hear Dean and Sam talking, but made no action that gave it away. They continued to talk, thinking I was out of hearing range. I eavesdropped as I continued the tedious data entry and waiting.

"She's too far out of your league, Dean." Sam said.

"Are you kidding? She's in a different universe than everyone else." Out of the corner of my eye I watched Dean cross his arms and kick at a rock. "She's perfect."

"You really like her, don't you?"

Dean scratched the back of his neck, "She's not like any other girl I've ever met. I can't stop smiling at her. I've never felt so sure of anyone before. I've never felt like staying in one place for… anyone really, and I kind of want to."

"What are you going to do, Dean? Retire as a hunter and stay here?"

"You know I can't do that." Dean's tone changed.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"For now, we are going to rid the house so that Margaret can move in. Then we'll hang around to be sure we took care of it. I've got work to do on the impala while we're here anyway. She needs a tune up, been running rough."

"And how long do you intend for us to hang around here?"

"Once she's done, we'll figure it out from there."

"You know we can't stay here too long."

"Don't you think I know that?" Dean hissed. "Let's focus on getting this job done first."

Sam stepped away from his brother, "Fine by me." He walked over to me and I pretended not to notice. "So, what is it that you're doing now?"

I put up a finger, "Hold on." I entered in the data quickly and pulled out the measurement stick that looked like a memory card stick and handed it to Sam. "Go stand at the edge of the house and place the stick against the house."

Sam looked at me quizzically but did as he was told. He stepped over the growing flowers and held the stick against the house. "Like this?"

I nodded. "Now press the button on the side and hold it until you hear it beep."

He nodded. A moment later data scrolled across the screen to finish what I needed. "Okay, thank you."

Sam returned the stick to me and I slipped it into a USB port on the laptop. "So, what was that?"

"A digital measurer designed to work with an architecture program." I replied. I looked at the data. "Wait, I need one more." I pulled the stick out. "Can you do the same from the back edge of this side?"

Sam nodded and headed toward the back edge. I walked with my laptop to the front edge and waited for Sam to hold the stick against the house and press the button. The data flicked across my screen.

"Alright, we can leave while I get this done."

"Back to the tavern for some dinner?" Dean asked.

I shook my head, "No, tonight is Thursday and the tavern will be full of rowdy teenagers as a local high school band plays. We can go to your hotel room and order room service." I slid into the back seat and let Sam have the front seat for once.

"I didn't think the hotel had room service." Sam said as he slid into the front seat.

"It doesn't. But knowing the owner means you get special treatment. I'll just call from the room and someone will be willing to bring us what we want." I grinned widely at them as they looked at me from the front then eyed each other and shrugged.

"Well, alright then. Hotel and room service. Let's go." Dean revved the engine and we headed down the highway to the hotel.

When we pulled into the hotel I knew I would need at least another hour of inputting data, but I was certain that I would be able to pinpoint exactly where Charles was buried. Sam led us to the second floor where they had rooms that were joined. We entered in through Sam's room and he handed Dean the key to his room.

Dean went around and unlocked the conjoined doors and I slipped into his room and sat at the table. I set the laptop down and pulled out my phone. I called the tavern and spoke directly with Ted. Sam and Dean had both decided to go with the cooks special of pot roast with veggies and potatoes, I ordered the french dip sandwich.

Sam sat down at the table, "So, what are you doing?"

I was close to finishing the data entry and was waiting for the computer program to finish running other data. I brought up the 3D image of the property.

"Running these two programs with the data we collected from the library and the actual measurements I can create a full image of where the house was, where it is now, and where Uncle Charles was buried. We won't have to go poking through the yard, we'll know exactly where to dig."

Sam nodded, "impressive."

"So, while we wait for the program to finish, can either of you tell me why Uncle Charles had suddenly gone on a killing spree?"

Sam ran his hand through his hair. "Probably the renovations that Heather's grandmother was starting. You said she died shortly after starting them. The renovations probably disturbed Charles. I can't really tell you why. But I'm sure next time you're alone with him you can ask him yourself." he smiled and I knew he was joking. "We don't really focus on the why, if we know the who or what and how. Stopping it seems more important than trying to figure out why. At least in these cases. The why usually gets discovered at some point."

I turned and glanced at Dean lounging on the bed with his arms behind his head. "So, this is what you two do? Drive around and stop ghosts and what not?" I asked.

"Pretty much." Sam replied.

"There's demons and other evil things out there too." Dean added.

"How'd you two get started doing this?"

Dean sat up, "The family business." I picked up on the change in Dean's tone and let the subject fall.

Sam cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence. "So, you're sure you can get a bulldozer for tomorrow?"

I nodded and pulled out my phone. I sent a quick text to Harold to get the owner of the backhoe's number and then texted Harold's friend, Mike.

My phone beeped with Mike's response. SURE THING, DEE. IT'LL HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL AFTER 6 GOT A JOB TO FINISH.

I replied by saying thank you. He offered to drop it off outside the front gate with the keys and leave it there for me. I told him that would be great and that I would leave it outside the gate for him to retrieve it in the morning.

"Alright. Bulldozer will be there tomorrow night after 6. So, after dinner with Lucy and Ted we'll head to the house and get Uncle Charles unburied. By the way, how's unburying him going to end this?"

"We have to burn the remains. It's how we eliminate the spirit and it let's them finally rest." Sam replied.

A knock sounded on Dean's door and he hoped up to answer it. Kelsey stepped in with Hailey behind her and they set our plates down. Behind the girls was Ted carrying a case of beer.

"Thought you three would enjoy a cold one. Took them from the cooler, nice and cold for you." Ted smiled as he set the box on a chair.

"And you just thought we needed a whole case?" I shook my head at him and smiled.

Ted shrugged, "What? I didn't want you to be coming down and fighting your way through the crowd just for a beer. This way you have what you need."

Sam and Dean thanked Ted profusely and I gave him a quick hug.

"I told Lucy about dinner for tomorrow. She's excited, so you better not back out." He eyed Sam and Dean, "Any of you. She expects you all there at 5pm sharp."

Dean nodded, "Yes, sir!"

Ted smiled and said goodnight to us and told us if we needed anything just to call. We all sat down at the table and Dean handed us each a cold bottle. He pulled out his pocket knife and opened the tops for us.

I downed half my beer before setting my bottle down. I was apparently thirstier than I had thought.

Sam stared at me in disbelief, "Hold on a second!" He said, waving a hand in the air. "You can rebuild car engines, you have college degrees, know your way around a computer program- even tweaking it to do what it really shouldn't-, you're very well liked, a good samaritan, are apparently financially fit, you're into renaissance fairs, you're an avid reader- clearly too smart for my brother... And you're sitting here, hiding in this little town... You could be changing the world!"

Dean's hand slid on my thigh, making my stomach flip. "You forgot drop dead gorgeous, Sam!"

"Oh, right." Sam said with a smile, "Can't forget about that. But seriously, why are you hiding your talents away? You really could be changing the world."

I wasn't going to say, 'this is what happens when you're trying to figure out who you're supposed to be because you're lost and confused and feel utterly alone.' It was pathetic, but is was the truth. And that's why I didn't say that.

I sat my sandwich down and swallowed, then took a sip of my beer. "I feel I can change the world simply by being happy and helping individuals. One kindness at a time. Taking on the whole world at a time seems daunting. Figured I'd start smaller." That wasn't a lie, it was just a belief I truly believe but hadn't figured out how to embrace fully.

Sam nodded, "Alright, fine. I get that, but why stay here in this town?" He shoved a bite of potatoes in his mouth as he waited for me to answer.

I finished my beer and Dean was already handing me an opened second one. I thanked him and took a sip of the new one. Then I fidgeted in my chair.

"You've seen Margaret's family home. You've seen that her family has money. But did you know that when she was diagnosed with cancer, her own mother didn't believe her. Heather tried to plead with her grandmother, showing her medical tests, flies and had doctors call her, but she refused to believe that Margaret was sick. She thought Margaret was just lying and trying to get money out of her. Heather was working two jobs when I met her. One at the tavern and a second as a stripper in a nearby town. She was single handedly trying to pay her mother's hospital bills."

"Why not just give her the money then?" Dean asked.

"I tried. Offered hundreds of times. Even tried to go around her back and pay the bills myself, but she had the money returned to my accounts. Then I started looking around the hospital. I saw other families, struggling to afford operations or even basic medical needs." I lowered my gaze from Sam's perfectly puppy eyes. "There was a little girl who was diagnosed with cancer and when she had the Make a Wish foundation here to grant her a final wish before cancer finally claimed her, she only wished for her hospital bills to be paid so that she wouldn't be leaving her parents with a huge debt. She wanted her parents to be able to live and move on with their lives and not be tied down with the debt she knew they had been hiding from her."

I paused to take a drink and cleared my throat, "The foundation agreed to pay a significant portion of the hospital bills, but they had a cap on the amount spent per wish, even they couldn't erase the entire debt.

"By then I had already started investing and was already seeing a large return. With even more advice from Ted I started pulling in thousand of dollars a month. And it just kept piling up. The interest compounded monthly and I continued to follow Ted's advice and invest even more. Then with Ted's help and his connections I started a charity foundation, mostly siphoned only from my own investment accounts. Occasionally, I get donations from other groups. I called it the Lily foundation. It's not like other charities that hold huge events or advertise. I'm a silent owner and donator. I find cases from all around the country where families just can't afford their hospital bills because a member is sick, dying, or they are just down on their luck. I make a donation in the foundation's name and the receivers are given a simple letter with no return address, stating why they were received for the donation and what would be given to them.

"There's a website that was formed for the foundation where people can send in their stories of either needing help or of having received help. No one ever knows it was me.

"I've been donating to Margaret's accounts monthly, until her mother died and she finally inherited her family's money. Heather never knew it was coming from me, only that her mother's story had been heard and the bills were finally being paid. She was able to quit the stirpping job, which she hated."

"And the little girl?" Dean asked, pausing before taking a drink.

"I called the Make a Wish foundation as the president of the Lily Foundation and made an agreement. I would fund the remaining portions of her family's medical bills and the future bills, as well as any funeral costs- should they be forced to face the unthinkable- and in return the foundation would allow her to make another wish knowing that her family's debt was taken care of. I assured them I would cover the cost of whatever her wish was, and I did."

"What did she wish for?" Sam asked, wiping his mouth.

"For what every little girl who only ever gets to sit in a bed and watch disney princess movies wishes for... a trip to disneyland." I smiled at the memory of receiving the photos of her and her family at Disneyland.

I turned my laptop toward me and minimized the program still running the data and brought up the photos the Lily foundation had been sent. I showed Sam and Dean the photos of her smiling widely as she hugged the actor and actresses playing the princesses and princes at the park.

I wiped a stray tear before the guys could catch it and closed the pictures and quickly checked on the program.

I turned the laptop and took a long drink. "She died a week after returning. Finally resting in peace knowing that her medical bills wouldn't make her family sink after she was gone."

"I stand corrected. Seems you are changing the world..." Sam said then smirked at his brother, "And far too good for everyone in the world, including my brother."

"Yes, well some of us are just blessed..." Dean smiled warmly at me. "By Aphrodite herself."

I smiled and basked in the way Dean made me feel, forgetting the sadness. There was also something all too familiar about what he had said. Almost like I had heard him say it to me before, but I knew I hadn't.

I finished eating half my sandwich and finished my second beer. Dean quickly opened a third for me; I clearly wasn't driving home.

I pulled my laptop in front of me while pushing the half eaten sandwich toward the center of the table. The data was finished I quickly added the last information needed and brought up the 3D image.

"Alright." I said and zoomed out for an aerial view. "Uncle Charles was buried right..." A few more clicks and a red x appeared on the screen. "There! Right under where Heather's grandmother was building the far wall for the terrarium."

"And there is the answer of why. His resting ground had sat undisturbed for decades, then they were being built on. Is that wall up yet?" Sam asked leaning over me.

I shook my head, "No, only the first wall here alongside the existing house had been started. The rest of it had been laid out. They were set to cement in the walls a week before she died. Construction stopped after that. Margaret wants to see it done, but on a smaller scale. The wood for the cement had been dug into the ground. Right above Charles' body."

"So, you'll be able to find the exact location tomorrow with the backhoe?" Dean asked.

I nodded, "Easily."

"I don't know about you, Dean, but I don't know how to work a backhoe." Sam glanced at Dean and then me. He chuckled, "Don't tell me, you know how to, don't you?"

I nodded and blushed.

Dean beamed and tapped my knee, "See? She's got us covered!"

"Yeah, but I'm beginning to think she needs to work every case with us!" Sam said, jokingly.

"And how would you two be fairing this case without me?" I asked, with interest.

"Well, today alone we would have been lucky if we didn't spend all day just getting Heather's coroner's report. We wouldn't have known about Margaret in the hospital without asking at least a dozen people first. Talking to Margaret without you would've been awkward. Finding a bulldozer wouldn't have even crossed our minds, except as a joke. Pinpointing who and then where they were buried... that would've taken a few more days and probably a ton of manual digging... at night, trying to hide what we were doing." Sam looked off the distance and nodded, "Yeah, you saved us days worth of hard work. I'd say you're proving to be highly useful."

"No argument here!" Dean added.

Sam finished his beer and set his empty bottle down. He grabbed a second one and Dean popped the top off for him. "Guess we have the day free tomorrow. Dinner with Lucy and Ted at 5 and then we'll head over to the house after that." He headed toward his room. "I'm calling it a night. Can we just meet at the tavern around 4:30?" He asked from the doorway.

Dean nodded, "Yeah, man, sounds good."

"Great." He raised his beer toward us. "Have a good night you two." He closed his side of the door and I heard the lock slide into place.

Dean stood up and closed and locked his side of the door. "So, do we need to take the plates down?"

"We don't have to, but it would be nice." I smiled at him as he picked up two of the plates.

I grabbed the third plate, which was mine. I knew that we could've just put the plates outside the door and Ted would've come around to get them later, but Ted was getting on in years and I tried to help him out as much as possible.

We carried the plates down to the tavern. I told Dean to wait by the bar and I slipped into the kitchen and put them with the rest of the dirty plates.

"I would've gotten those, and you know that." Ted said standing in the walkway behind me with crossed arms.

I smiled, "It's because I know that, that I brought the plates down."

Ted's face wrinkled as he smiled warmly at him, "At that's why my wife adores you!" He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me out of the kitchen. "I'm almost certain you are the only reason why Lucy no longer pesters me about retiring."

"Well, to be honest, I'm usually the one taking you to your appointments that she schedules and she believes me when I tell her the doctor said your healthy. She thinks you keep the truth from her, just to make her feel better and not worry her. I had to assure her that I heard it from the doctor himself. And since the doctor truthfully has no reason for you not to be able to do what you do daily, she no longer pesters you. I just help you out where I can."

"Well, for tonight, you can have some fun. Maybe you should sing us all a song!" Ted said ushering me to the other side of the bar, away from the work area.

"Oh, yes! Please, Dee, you must!" Kelsey pleaded and clapped her hands.

"Oh, now you sing?" Dean teased, with a wide grin.

I shook my head, "No! It was once, and it will never happen again!"

"Why not?" Kelsey pouted at me. "You were so good!"

"I was not!" I replied.

Ted set down two shot glasses. "What's this?" I asked him.

He smirked, "Your favorite."

I picked up the shot glass and sniffed, "You didn't?" He shrugged. I put the glass to my lips and downed it. The sweet cinnamon fire of Sinfire whiskey pleasantly burned down my throat.

I had grown attached to Sinfire after turning 21. Most prefered Fireball Whiskey, but I loved the smoothness and deeper richer sting of the cinnamon in Sinfire. I had been trying to convince Ted to switch to Sinfire since I got there. But he always refused. I even saw fit to get him a bargain by switching to it.

"When did you do it?" I asked setting the glass down. I didn't hesitate as I grabbed for the second glass and downed Dean's shot as well.

Dean chuckled, "I believe that was mine."

"I placed the order last week. You got me such a good deal I couldn't pass it up." He slid a full bottle toward me and I grabbed the bottle.

Sinfire was by no means expensive. It was even regularly cheaper than FireBall, but because it was cheaper, most figured that meant it was weaker, or worse. In my experience that isn't always the case.

I poured another shot for myself and Dean another to replace the one I had taken. He eyed the bottle, but didn't say anything as he downed the shot.

Dean coughed and cleared his throat. "Wow, that packs a punch!" He set the glass down a bit hard. "But I liked it!"

I took my third shot as Dean poured himself another shot. His eyes widened as he watched me down the third shot easily as he slammed his glass down after the second one and hissed.

"How the hell can you take a shot like that?"

Kelsey skipped over, "That's nothing! Wait a second!"

"No!" I screamed after her, knowing what she was doing.

"Don't worry, I have advil and I'll get you water!" She called back to me as she grabbed another liquor bottle and two more shot glasses.

Dean raised an eyebrow at me.

"I hope you can hold your liquor." I said playfully.

"Oh, wait is this a contest?" He asked smirking at me with his crooked grin.

His hand slid around my waist and pulled me toward him. When his lips pressed against mine, the tavern around us slipped from around me. Only he existed and his kiss filled me with desire.

"Alright!" Kelsey set down her tray.

She handed two equally filled shot glasses to Dean then set a glass of iced tea beside him. To the side of me she set a cold bottle of water and a bottle of advil. "For later." She beamed.

"Okay, so what's this?" Dean asked raising his shot glass to his nose. He sniffed and immediately set it down and covered his nose. "Dear God, what is that?!"

"It's Bacardi 151." Kelsey answered. "Burns like hellfire going down your throat and hits your stomach like a brick. Well, for the rest of us. For this freak of nature over here it ain't nothin'!"

Dean pointed to the iced tea, "And that?"

"You'll need a chaser. The sweetness of the tea and bitterness of the lemon in it, make a great chaser." Kelsey answered. "Trust me."

Dean nodded and straightened his shoulders and he brought the foul liquid to his lips. He tipped his head back and downed the liquid. He gripped the shot glass in his hand as his other fist pounded on the counter. "Oh, holy Hell Fire, that burns!" He quickly grabbed the tea and sipped at it then downed half of it. He coughed and pounded his chest then turned to me. "Your turn!" He said trying to smile.

I picked up my shot and quickly threw it down my throat. I didn't whince, hiss, cough, groan, or make any other movement except a sweet smile flashed in his direction. The trick wasn't in downing the liquid, it was in hiding the fact that I felt the sting and burn of the liquid and it's foul taste. Because I knew that it was something I was able to handle easier than most, and it added to a good night. It was literally just a party trick I did to get people to relax a bit more around me.

Dean stared at me in disbelief. "How the hell can you do that? That's impossible!"

I shook my head as I poured a shot of Sinfire and downed it. I knew my tolerance for alcohol. I knew I had at least twenty minutes before even the first shot started to affect me. I waved at Kelsey to get me a tea. If I started hydrating now, I would be able to get through half the bottle of Sinfire before I got a little too buzzed and needed to stop or it might lead to me... singing again.

I grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him toward me so he could hear me over the suddenly loud song. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Grab the bottle and meet me outside." I surprised him and myself when I pulled him closer by the collar of his jacket and kissed him.

His arms wrapped around me and held me against him as his lips parted eagerly for me. I leaned into his kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck.

When he pulled away we were both a little breathless. "I'll meet you outside." He whispered before letting me go.

He grabbed the bottle and nodded in thanks to Ted as he headed out of the tavern. He paused and grabbed the bottle of water and advil for me as well. I downed my tea quickly. Then I smiled and headed to the bathroom. I had had too much liquids as was and needed to pee.

When I exited the bathroom, Blake was waiting just outside for me. I saw him and he smirked widely at me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kelsey step out of the shadows briefly and see him there. She had turned and ran to get Ted. Any fear I had instantly vanished. Blake had all of thirty seconds before Ted came back with his shotgun and dragged him outside.

I crossed my arms, "What do you want?"

Blake stepped closer, "I saw you take that shot and I remembered how sometimes you would get sick after doing it. You did it well, but I wanted to make sure you were alright."

I rolled my eyes. I knew he was lying because I never threw up, at least not from alcohol. I had learned when to hydrate and eat so that I stayed at a happy buzz, as I called it. It allowed me to feel comfortable enough to let loose and allow my inner vixen to take charge. Or perhaps Aphrodite herself possessed me… or just wishful thinking on my talents.

I shook my head. "Whatever. I'm fine, now let me pass."

Blake moved closer toward me and I stepped back. "I can't have you warming the bed of a hotel when I can easily take you home myself."

I shook my head, "No, thank you. I'm fine."

I saw Ted coming from around the corner as Blake moved his arm toward me and grabbed my hand. Ted grabbed Blake's shirt and dragged him away.

"I told you if you bothered her one more I time I was gonna kick your ass out! And I meant it!" Kelsey held open the door for Ted to push Blake through. "Now stay out! And if you so much as look at her the wrong way I will call the sheriff and you'll never be deputized!"

Dean stepped from around the corner and eyed Ted with his shotgun. I stepped toward him as he put the advil in his pocket and put the bottle of water in the crook of his other arm. I took his hand as he extended his arm toward me.

Ted turned to Dean. "See her safe, Dean."

Dean nodded and watched as Ted headed back inside. He handed me the SinFire as we started to walk around the tavern to the hotel.

"I didn't take you for a common whore, Dee. I thought you had class. When did you start spreading your legs for every street rat rolling through?"

I rolled my eyes and tugged Dean's arm, urging him to ignore Blake's taunt.

"He the high school football star?" Dean asked.

I nodded.

"Then for whatever reason he couldn't continue to play football and he hates the world because he's stuck in this town and so he's gotta try to make his stand and find a new place of power? That the type of guy he is?"

I nodded, "Sounds about right."

"Those guys are always asshats!" Dean said.

I hadn't noticed when Blake stepped forward and tapped Dean's shoulder. "Hey, douche! I'm standing right here!"

I shook my head at Dean and tried to urge him back toward the stairs of the hotel. Dean tensed but nodded and followed my direction. Blake stepped forward and grabbed Dean's shoulder. Dean flashed me a look and I nodded as I took the bottle of water from his hands.

In one swift movement Dean pulled away from me, faked a swing with his right hand only to hit Blake in his gut with his left fist. Then when Blake dropped his guard, Dean hit him with a right hook, making Blake stumble back. The way his arms moved told me that he hadn't used his full force behind the hits.

Dean approached me and grabbed the Sinfire from my hands as we headed up the stairs toward his room. He unlocked his door and we slipped inside and he deadbolted the door.

"What did he do to piss you off?" Dean asked before taking a swig of the whiskey.

"After I was here for a few months and had began the internal work on Aphrodite it was apparent I was going to be here for a while. So, I finally decided to put myself out there and try a relationship. Blake was there and he seemed like a nice guy. He took me on dates and I even made him wait until date number four to bring him back to my place." He handed me the bottle and I took a quick swig and relished the cinnamon stinging my throat.

"Call me old school, I figured that meant we were exclusive. After a few weeks I caught him making out with a blond biker chick passing through town and I dumped his ass. We didn't bother me for over a month after that only claiming that we hadn't been exclusive and we were both adults. I was apparently the childish one. But when his 'frenemy' began to show more interest in me at the tavern and snatching moments alone with me, Blake got all super jealous. I thought he was just being nice when he offered to escort me at the house when I got scared to go alone."

"And he took your simple acceptance of kindness as an invite. Made a move you didn't like that pushed your boundaries a little too far? You probably hurt his manhood, pun completely intended, and he's been trying to regain ground ever since?"

"Yeah, pretty dead on actually. How'd you know?" I asked slipping my boots and cardigan off.

"Because that's an asshat move, and that guy is an asshat!" He pulled the advil out of his pocket and set it on the table before slipping his jacket off and onto the back of a chair.

I motioned with my forefinger for him to join me on the bed. He kicked off his boots and brought the Sinfire over to the bed. I took a swig and handed it back to him. I had already downed half the water and knew I was well hydrated for now. He took another drink then put the lid on it and set it on the nightstand that I knew had a mini fridge beside it with more bottled water, should I need it.

I pulled Dean toward me by tugging on his shirt. He leaned toward me and met my lips. One hand trailed from my knee up my thigh and gripped my leg as his other hand wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer. HIs hands loosened as they began caressing.

I pushed him back as I moved closer and straddled him. He smiled and wrapped his hand around my back, his fingers tangling in my hair. His lips eagerly found mine.

I ran my hands over his shoulders and wrapped around his neck as I pressed him to me. His hands went to my shoulders and slipped the cardigan from them. I slipped it off my arms and his hands found the bottom of my tank top and slipped it over my head slowly his hands trailing lightly down my arms and the sides of my body.

I slowly brought my hands down his chest and gripped his shirt and pulled it over his head. His lips met mine hungrily as he wrapped his hands around my waist and pressed me against him.

His lips trailed down my neck and over my shoulder. His fingers ran along every curve of my back and to my shoulders as he lightly removed my bra straps and kissed my shoulder back up to my neck. He grazed his hands down my stomach to my belt buckle and undid.

I got up and his hands trailed my shorts down my legs as his lips tasted my stomach. I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. HIs hands trailed back up my legs and pulled my underwear down.

He ran his hands up my back side as he trailed kisses up my stomach and between my breasts. He stood up and I unbuckled his pants and they fell to the floor. He wrapped his hands around me and lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him.

He laid me on my back taking his time exploring with his lips. I was left breathless and lightheaded. The strange energy flowed in my veins and it made me feel euphoric.

Afterward he pulled my back to his chest and wrapped an arm around me as he kissed my bare shoulder gently. We both fell asleep.