If Dean was still by the door than who was standing behind you? Not exactly sure you wanted to find out, you still found yourself slowing turning. Getting ready to face whatever had goosebumps rising on your skin, the hair standing on your neck. Whatever you had expected, it wasn't the shimmering, ethereal person in front of you.  She was about your height, with long, curly, black hair that cascaded down her back. Dressed in a long white nightgown, she flickered like a candle, as if she was having trouble staying visible. 

You stared at her, transfixed, barely noticing that she was raising her arm, the lace on her nightgown flowing with the movement, her hand getting closer and closer to your chest. "Who are you?" You asked her, hearing heavy footsteps from the other end of the room. But you couldn't look to see if it was Dean. This woman had you entranced, as if in a spell. 

"He will never love you." She said, her voice eerily foreboding.

"What?" You asked, but before you could get an answer, you felt a cold, burning sensation in your chest, and you couldn't breathe. Clutching your chest, it felt like a frozen vise around your heart, squeezing and hurting horribly. The worst thing you had ever felt, you tried clawing at her arms, but your hands just slid right through hers. 

"He will never love you." She repeated it, and black dots started swimming through your vision, and you felt yourself grow weaker under her hold. 

"Dean." You whispered weakly, just as a long, iron bar swung from high above, cutting the ghost in half, vanishing her. The grip on your heart vanished, but you still felt weak, your knees giving out, seconds away from falling to the floor. 

"Y/N!" Dean yelled, noticing your buckling knees. Dropping the bar, he caught you just as you collapsed, holding you tight to his chest. "Hold on sweetheart, you'll be fine." He told you, but you could see the worry in his eyes just as yours closed and you knew no more.

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"Sam, that ghost had her hand wrapped around her heart! And she kept repeating these words, but I couldn't hear what they were! Maybe we shouldn't involve her, I don't want her getting hurt any more." You could hear Dean saying in a hushed voice as you slowly came to. Your entire body hurt as you lay still in bed, your eyes closed as you took stock of what was going on.

You now completely believed Sam and Dean. You had been on the edge earlier that morning, but seeing that ghost, and feeling her cold hand wrapped around your heart had been enough to cement the opinion that ghosts were real. Which meant that other monsters were real, and Sam and Dean truly hunted them. 

"Dean, calm down. She seems fine, we'll check her out when she wakes up. And shouldn't you let her decide? Maybe after this morning she will run home, and we will never see her again." Sam told his brother, while you kept your eyes closed.

The bed you were currently laying on shifted, as if somebody had sat down on it. A hand was gently brushed against your skin, moving the hair back from your face. "I know that's a possibility. But I hope it's not the direction she takes. I know it's only been a day, but Sammy, I really like this girl." Dean said, and you felt your heart beat rise at his words. 

Pretending to wake up, you moaned, before stretching your arms, feeling Dean's touch vanish. Missing his touch instantly, you blinked your eyes, focusing into his vibrant green ones.

"Hi." You said softly, losing yourself in his gaze.

"Hi yourself." He answered back, a smile appearing on his face . "How are you feeling?"

He slowly sat back, giving you room to sit up. You scooted back, until your back was against the head board. Sam came over, handing you a glass of water, and some aspirin. "A little sore. But at least I believe you now." You answered.

"Can you tell us about her?" Sam asked you, perching on the edge of the other bed, his elbows on his knees as he waited your answer.

"Well, at first it got so cold, and I thought that Dean was standing right behind me. But when I turned, I saw this woman, with long, beautiful dark hair, wearing a long, white nightgown. She was raising her hand, and she kept repeating the phrase, "He will never love you." 

"What did she mean by that? Do you have a boyfriend or a husband back home?" Sam asked, his gaze not on you anymore, but on his brother who had tensed up beside you.

"I have no idea what she meant, because there is no significant other back home." You told them, feeling Dean relax at the news.

"Well, at least this gives us something to go on. Dean, why don't you start looking through the old archives down in the library, while I look on the laptop?" Sam suggested.

You moved to get out of bed, realizing that at some point in time, someone had been nice enough to put your shirt on you. "What can I do?" You asked, and they both looked at you in surprise.

"What?" You countered. "I don't want to sit here and do nothing. Give me a job!" 

Sam glanced over to his brother, and you followed his gaze. "Well, we weren't sure if you would want to stick around, after what happened." Dean muttered, his gaze on his lap, never once looking up at you, and you wondered if he was anxious about your answer.

"I don't want to run away. I want to help. If this ghost is hurting innocent people, I want to help stop her." You insisted, even though that was only part of your reasoning. The main part was the pair of green eyes that finally looked up at you, full of hope and another emotion you weren't quite sure you could name yet. You had just met Dean Winchester, and you weren't ready to leave him behind yet, even if that did mean you had to deal with a ghost. A ghost that had just attempted to kill you.