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We stayed at Bobby's for a few days until we caught wind of something in Massachusetts. The guys got a call from an old acquaintance on one of their dad's phones. Apparently, her house was being haunted and it was attacking her daughter.

We packed up and headed out. We drove straight through, stopping only to pick up food, fill up the car or use a bathroom.

I was driving, when we finally entered the oddly named town of Housatonic. Dean was resting his head in my lap, sleeping. Sam was in the back, sleeping.

I nudged Dean awake after pulling over, "What's up, hun?" He asked sitting up and looking around, "Oh, we're here." He turned around nudged Sam awake, "Come on, Sammy, we're here."

"What's the address again?" I asked.

He motioned for me to move over and I slipped over his lap as he took the wheel. He drove us to an older white two-storey house. It was definitely an older house and had the potential to have any number of this in it.

"That's it." Dean said as he cut the engine. "What's ya think?" He asked me.

"I think it's a pretty old house and there could be any number of ghosts in there." I replied.

"That's why we're here." Sam added.

I slipped my jacket on and we got out of the car and headed to the door.

Dean knocked a woman, looking frazzled answered displaying a kind smile. "Can I… Dean? Sammy?"

"Yup, that's us." Dean said with a smile.

"Please, come in." She held the door open, pausing as I walked in last.

A girl, in her early teens walked down the stairs, looking just as frazzled as her mother, if not more.

"Katie, this is Sam and Dean Winchester and…"

"Dee Cavanaugh." I said softly.

"And Dee." She smiled warmly at me. "I wasn't aware that the boys had a woman with them. I'm Donna." She shook my hand and then ushered us into the living room. "Please, sit down, I'll get you all something to drink."

We sat down on the sofa, me in the middle. A few moments later Donna returned with a tray of cookies and lemonade. She set the tray on the table in front of us and then sat down in across from us, her daughter sitting beside her.

"So, how long has it been?" Donna asked the guys.

"Summer before 6th grade." Sam replied with a soft smile.

"Mmm, I remember. You assigned yourself your own reading list."

Dean chuckled, "That's right. I forgot about that."

Sam turned to Katie, "Your mom happens to be the best babysitter we ever had."

"Well, when I was a maid at the Mayflower, out of the interstate- long before you were even an idea- their daddy used to pass through town and leave the boys with me while he went off to work… One time, he was gone for two weeks."

"Two weeks?" Katied asked.

"Mm-hmm. Oh, he'd always come limping back. He loved you boys." Donna replied.

"Did you know what he did all that time?" Katie asked.

"Little Sammy kept trying to tell me. Of course, I didn't believe him. Not at first, anyway."

"Katie, our dad, um, happened to be an expert at getting rid of ghosts. And now, so are we." Sam said softly.

"That's why I called them sweetie. They can help us." Donna said as a man- probably her husband- came into the room carrying suitcases.

"Sounds like you guys got yourself a poltergeist." Dean said.

"Started a month or two after we moved in." The man said.

"Yeah, first it was, uh, just bumps and knocks and scratches on the walls. And then it started breaking things." Donna added.

"And then it attacked Katie?" Sam asked.

"That was two nights ago." The man said.

"Can you show them, honey?" Donna asked Katie.

The girl stood up and lifted her shirt slightly, there were two words scratched into her skin.

"'Murdered Chylde'." Sam read it.

"Katie, everything's gonna be fine. I promise. Why don't you guys take yourselves a little vacation, and , uh, we'll take care of it." Dean said.

"When you get back everything will be better, we promise. You'll be able to feel safe in your home again." I said with a soft smile.

Donna stood up and sighed softly, "Thank you. All of you." The three of them left, Donna leaving us a set of keys and telling us where to leave them when we were done.

I stood in the foyer, feeling the dark energy around me. "Whatever is here, is very angry."

"Yeah, thanks for that, love. We kind of figured that out when it scratched up the kid with a message. Let's get some food and start searching for clues." Dean said.

We left the house and drove into town and stopped at a diner.

Sam and I sat across from eachother at a table as Dean waited at the counter for our food. I was busy on my laptop searching for clues of any kind.

Dean set our food down, handing same and I our salads, "Ya know, I get why Dee it's this rabbit food, she's always been a health nut, but it's just weird that you eat it too."

"Why? Nothing wrong with eating healthy versus dying of a heart attack." Sam said, eyeing Dean's bacon burger and chilli-cheese fries.

"Well, figure if I'm gonna die young, might as well enjoy my food." Dean smirked.

I shrugged, "So, true." I reach over and stole a fry.

Dean smiled and kissed my cheek, "See Dee understands."

Sam and I shook our salads up as they were called Health Quake Salad Shakes.

"Oh, you shake it up, baby." Dean said with a grin. "You know, poltergeist aside, Donna looked pretty good, don't you think?"

"Dude, don't tell me you've still got the hots for our babysitter." Sam said with a chuckle.

"What? No, That's weird." Dean chuckled. "Besides, we've got Dee." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and I turned to kiss him quickly. "I was just saying even with all this going on they're still hanging in there."

"Yeah, they are." Sam said.

"So, what do you got?" Dean asked.

"Well, like I said the house is old. A few centuries. There's a legend, it's unconfirmed, but it's a place to start. Supposedly, in the 1720s the house was owned by a guy named Isaiah Pickett." I turned the laptop so that both the guys could lean forward and see it. "Legend says he hung a woman in his backyard for witchcraft- Maggie Briggs."

"Okay, so an angry ghost witch?" Dean asked.

I shrugged.

"If it's true, that still doesn't explain what 'Murdered Chylde' means." Sam said.

"No, or where the bitch is buried." Dean added.

"You know, I mean, it's a long way back, but I can see if I can find something in the town records." Sam offered. "We can finish eating and then get rooms. I'll head out to see what I can't find and give you two some alone time."

Dean's hand slid to my thigh, "Sounds good, man."

We finished eating and headed out. We ended up getting a double instead of two separate rooms. Sam took his room key and headed out.

Dean and I spent a couple of hours in bed, enjoying the brief luxury of being alone. As well as enjoying eachother's bodies twice.

I got up and took a nice long shower while Dean sat and cleaned our guns. When I got out Dean was gone. I quickly got dressed and noticed that it was the middle of the night. Sam hadn't returned yet.

I dried my hair and brushed it. As I opened my laptop and started to check emails. Finding the one from Chelsea with the list of potential directors. I was going over the information when Sam came in. The guns still on the bed.

"Oh, uh, hi." He said rather shyly.

I eyed him, "Hello to you too. Where have you been?"

"I uh, was getting food. I brought you a salad, is that alright?" He looked at me strangely.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry. I'm pretty sure Dean's out there looking for you now."

"Oh, uh, I'll call him."

I nodded as a message on my screen popped up, Chelsea needed me to sign and fax papers over right away, even though it was the middle of the night. I found a location in town that was a 24 hr copy and fax office place.

I sighed, "Alright, I've gotta go and work on some stuff for the foundation." I said slipping my boots on and grabbing my jacket. "Let Dean know, I've got my phone."

He nodded. I grabbed my laptop and revolver that was loaded and slipped them in my messenger bag. I headed out and walked the 20 minutes to the office place. Thankfully, with free wifi as well.

I opened my laptop I connected the skype call with Chelsea.

"What are you doing working this late?" I asked her.

"Trying to get this done. If we can get the paperwork done and set up a conference call say tomorrow around… 11am then we can get every situated with the foundation so that you can continue to have fun with your guys."

"Alright." I gave her the fax number at the place and gave the guy my credit card information to pay for it. "All set. Send them over and you can go over it with me and I'll sign them. Get the meeting set up and I'll have to do it over the phone or skype."

"That's fine. Alright it's sending now. So, it's pretty basic since there is no salary involved."

My phone rang and I answered it after telling Chelsea to hold on a second. "Hello?"

"Babe, where you at? Sam said you just left. Then he pulled a rookie move and let the maid in with the guns out so we had to bail." Dean said.

"Dean, it's the middle of the night. What hotel has maid service so late?" I asked.

"I don't know, but we're out. Where are you?"

"I have some work to do for the foundation. I'll be a while and then I have something I have to do at 11am, figure I'll go to the library for that. You think you two can handle the you-know-what? Or I can meet up with you after that and we can go together."

"Yeah, either way. See how it plays out. How long you gonna be?"

"I have no idea. I might end up just meeting up with you after my meeting at 11."

"Alright, sounds good. Love you."

"Love you too."

I hung up and went back to Chelsea who was smirking at me. "Do you tell both of them that you love them?"

"Uh, yeah, it's kinda part of this. Love all around… Guess I'm stuck in the 70s of free love, minus the weed." I chuckled.

"Yeah, but I know you, Dee, you wouldn't say it if you didn't mean it."

"Yes, Chelsea, I love both of them and they both love me. Are we ready to get this done?"

"Alright."

It took us three hours to go over the contract that she had drawn up. With a few changes and re-faxing and signing, we got it done. By that time she had a confirmed set time for 11am for the conference call from the perspective board members.

I closed my laptop and headed out. The sun was already rising, so I figured that I would get some coffee as I finished the emails from Ted in the cafe with free wifi.

At some point I fell asleep on my laptop. I waitress came by and politely offered me a free refill and I took it to go seeing that it was somehow going on 10:30.

I got to the library at 10:45 and set up my laptop.

The meeting literally took four hours. Three hours of me profusely explaining that the foundation was to remain- no matter what- non-profit, including the board members.

I closed the conference call and received another skype call. Confused I connected it. Staring at me was a teenage boy.

"Dee! Thank God!"

"I'm sorry, do I know you."

"It's Sam."

"Uh, no, he's not here…"

"No, Dee, I'm Sam!"

I eyed the boy curiously, "Look, if this is some kind of weird joke-"

"Nereida… it's me."

My heart hammered, "What the hell?"

"Yeah, I don't really know. I'm clearly not in my body and whoever is in mine isn't me."

"Yeah, I got that. What's going on?"

"I'm not too sure, actually, but you need to find Dean and… my body."

"Alright. I'm on it."

I disconnected my laptop and took my phone out trying to call Dean. He wasn't answering. I spent the next three hours trying to call him and walked to the house, hoping he would be there.

Finally my phone rang.

"Dean?"

"Where the hell are you, Dee?"

"Looking for you!"

"We're back at the hotel."

"You been checking your messages?"

"Not yet, why? We got the ghost taken care of."

"Yeah, I know that. I'm here at the house right now. Look, Sam isn't Sam."

"I know he's acting a bit weird... "

"No, Dean it's literally not Sam! Someone is in his body and he's in some kids."

"Um, alright."

"I'm headed to you now."

I hung up and headed out, slipping my revolver and hiding it in my jacket, as it had on inside pocket that held it pretty well. I ran toward the motel. It took me fifteen minutes to get there and by the time I was there, I peaked in through the window.

Dean was standing facing a girl, her eyes black… a demon.

I took a deep breath and willed my power to force the door open, it blasted open.

Dean and the Sam- not the real him- were chanting. The kid, my real Sam, was tied to a chair.

"Who are you? Wait, what are you doing? Are you trying to exorcise me?" the demon looked between Dean and Sam. The demon lifted the kid by the neck. "You little piece of crap!" She flung her free arm out to me, then froze.

I figured she had been trying to throw me back. Dean lunged, but she tossed him back.

I aimed my revolver at her, "Let him go!"

"And why would I do that? That gun won't do anything to me." She narrowed her eyes at Sam, "He tried to exorcise me. Hard to speak when I've got your throat."

I stepped toward her, "Good thing I don't words!" I laid my hand on her shoulder and the room filled with a bright light as I used my energy to remove the demon inside the girl.

Sam scrambled backward, "What did you do?"

I slowly lowered the unconscious girl to the floor as Dean got up and cut the ties that bound the kid.

"That was a manual exorcism." I said, aiming my revolver at the kid. "And you're gonna reverse this body switching, right?"

He cowered, shielding his face with his hands, "Yes, yes, I swear. I'l do it! Please don't kill me!"

I smirked and slipped the revolver into my jacket and kneeled down before him. "One, I wouldn't because you're literally just a kid. Two, you happen to be in the body of someone very important to me. And three, we need you to reverse this." I offered him my hand.

He was reluctant, "Are you gonna do that light thingy to me?"

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you a demon?" he shook his head, "Then no."

He took my hand and I pulled him to his feet. Holding Sam's hand, without him being in his body was strangely empty of the energy we shared. I slipped my hand out.

Dean eyed the door, "You realize you busted the door down… without busting the door at all, right?"

I shrugged. "Just another day on the job."

"Rescuing our asses again." The kid, with Sam inside said.

"What is she?"

"Well, Gary, she's… kinda our guardian angel." Sam said, from Gary's body.

"She's an angel?!" Gary said.

"No, I'm not." I replied.

"Can we get going to get me back to my body, please?" Sam said.

We piled into the impala once the girl, Nora, woke up. She sat up front beside me in the middle with Dean driving. From the back Gary told us where their friend, Trevor's house was.

We headed in, Dean had his arm wrapped around my waist as I was beginning to feel exhausted. "You alright, babe?"

"I haven't eaten since yesterday, and I haven't slept since… well, I don't really call taking a nap on my laptop as sleep, so since we were driving and I slept in the car." I replied.

Dean kissed my temple, "Food and sleep after this, promise."

I nodded as we headed into the basement. Sam and Gary sat across from each other a bowl between them as Gary completed the reversal so that Sam would be back in his own body.

I leaned against a wall and crossed my arms. A few words were chanted and Sam was back in his body.

"You good?" Dean asked.

"Yeah I'm good." Sam replied with a smile as he walked over to me and wrapped me in his arms and kissed me quickly.

"Wait, so which one of you is she with?" Gary asked intrigued.

"That, is none of your business." Dean replied as we headed upstairs.

We all piled back into the car, the kids in the back. We drove Gary and Nora over to Gary's house and I stayed in the car, resting my head against the seat.

Nora peaked her head into the window, "Uh, thanks, by the way."

"No thanks necessary, but, uh, do me a favor? Stay away from stuff you don't understand. I get that you like him, but did you ever think about just telling him? It's easier than you think, and you might be surprised."

She blushed and nodded as she walked away. I laid my head back down and closed my eyes. A few minutes later the guys returned on either side of me. Sam gently tugged my arm toward him and I leaned into him as he wrapped an arm around me.

"We'll drive for a bit, get some rest. Or did you want food first?" Dean asked.

"No, I'm fine right now." I said, my eyes closed.

"Alright."

I couldn't get comfortable and then realized I had my revolver still digging into my side. I sat up and removed it and slid it into the glove box. Then I curled back up beside Sam and closed my eyes.

I fell asleep, but it wasn't a peaceful sleep as I was beyond exhausted. After a couple hours we pulled into a 24 hour diner and got out.

We ate and made our way to a hotel. I fell asleep quickly.