This chapter is for sp00kier_in_Enochian. Hope I gave you enough time to study for your test, and that it goes well!

You rushed over to Derek, not taking the time to see if Dean was behind you. Pulling on Derek's shirt, you cussed when you couldn't pry him out of the water. The force holding him down was too strong.

"Y/N, get back!" Dean yelled, and you stepped back just in time for him to shoot at the spirit. You heard an unearthly scream before it vanished, leaving Derek gasping for air. Helping him to his knees, you patted his back to help release some of the water still in his lungs.

"Was that a ghost?" He managed to stutter out, his color slowly returning to normal.

"More like a vengeful spirit. Who did you kill to get it to come after you?" Dean asked, his attitude towards the man more than a little harsh, and you glared up at him. 

"A little sympathy?" You asked, even though you probably would have acted the same way if you hadn't of been talking to the guy earlier. Usually while hunting, you were gruff, not wanting to get close to those affected by your case. But Derek had seemed like a nice guy, even though he wasn't really your type.

You could have sworn Dean rolled his eyes at you, before turning back to Derek. "I'm going to need you to come with us."

"What? Why?" Derek asked, seeming a little confused and upset. You didn't blame the man, and Dean wasn't helping matters any. 

"Derek, something is after you. We can help you, but you need to stay with us." You told him gently, placing your hand on his shoulder. Before you could say anything else, Dean was over there, grabbing the man by the arm, pulling him up and towards the Impala.

"You wouldn't happen to have a change of clothes in your car?" Dean growled. "I really don't want to get my car wet."

Derek rubbed the back of his head, thinking slowly.  "Yeah, I think I got my work out bag in my truck. I'm parked right over there."

Keeping him in your eyesight as the tall, lumbering man went to his pick up, just to make sure nothing else was going to happen. "Of course it had to be football jocks. Probably sacrificed one of their own to win the game tomorrow."

"What's got your panties in a twist?" You asked Dean, annoyed with his bad attitude, especially towards Derek who hadn't done anything to him yet.

"I'm starting to hate college towns." He muttered as Derek started stripping where he stood, and even though he wasn't your type, you still enjoyed the view of the muscled back, and the rippling arms as they pulled on a tank top. "And brainless football jocks."

"Really? I thought you'd be itching to go back in, you seemed like you had your hands full of those giggling college girls." You said, your jaw tensing at the thought. It wasn't like you to feel this way towards a man, especially one you felt like strangling most of the time.

"Now what?" Derek asked, standing in front of you in a tank top and shorts, his muscles pulling the cotton tight. You could have sworn Dean's eye was going to twitch with how tense his face was. 

"We head back to our hotel room. You tell us what happened, and we try to save your ass." Dean growled, moving to the front door of the Impala. 

"Your hotel room? You're sharing a room?" Was all the Derek got out of Dean's sentence, and you realized that he was even starting to get on your nerves.

"Yes. We work together, and we share a room, along with his brother." You explained, before sliding into the car, letting Derek sit in the backseat. The ride to the hotel room was awkward, to say the least. Derek kept trying to strike up a conversation with you, and each time Dean would turn the music up louder, until it was blasting in the car, giving you a satisfied smile when you shot him an irritated look.

As soon as Dean pulled into the parking lot, he was out of the car, leaving you behind to deal with Derek. You waited for him, and he came up beside you, shivering, goosebumps showing in the cold night air. "I think that dude hates me." He said, nodding his head in Dean's way.

"Nah, he hates everyone." You said, before dragging Derek inside. Dean must have already given Sam the cliff notes, because they were standing there together, waiting for you.

"Okay, college boy, sit down and start from the beginning." Dean ordered, grabbing a beer from the fridge. 

"What do you mean?" Derek asked, and you were about ready to deck him. "Hey, can I have one?" He asked Dean, holding his hand out but Dean gave him a glance before shaking his head no and sitting down.

"About your friend? The one you were going to tell me about before we were interrupted." You said, glaring at Dean, before crossing your arms. You watched as his eyes drifted down for a moment, before coming back up to rest on Derek, and you looked down to see the V of your shirt low, showing off some serious cleavage. Tugging it back up a little, you turned to Derek. 

"Oh, um, yeah. His name was Conner, and we were just playing around during the end of summer break. We were up in the mountains, swimming in one of the lakes up there. We were picking on Conner, telling him to jump off this waterfall. We didn't actually expect him to do it, but he did. And then he didn't come back up. We freaked, and ran down to the bottom, but he was already floating back to the top, dead. Cops ruled it as an accident, but we've always blamed ourselves. And now he's come back, to kill us all and I'm the only one left." Derek said, the most words you had heard out of his mouth at one time.

"Okay. Is your friend buried in the local cemetery?" Sam asked, and Derek nodded.

"Alright, Y/N, why don't you stay back with Derek, keep an eye on him. Dean and I will go dig up the body, and salt and burn it." Sam suggested, but Dean's eyes narrowed as he looked at you.

"No." Dean said, and all eyes were on him. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Fine, you stay with him, and Y/N and I will go." Sam tried again, but you knew if you left Dean alone with Derek, he would end up killing him.

"Not a good idea Sam." You said, and Sam sighed. 

"Fine. You know what, I will go. You two stay here, with Derek. And without killing anyone. We're trying to save people. Got it?" He said tiredly, before taking the keys from Dean and leaving. You felt bad for making Sam do the heavy work by himself, but you didn't trust Dean with Derek, and he didn't seem to trust you either.

"Alright. Now we sit and wait." Dean said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair, happy that he got to stay behind and make sure the two of you weren't going to end up naked in his bed or something. You shook your head, before turning your attention to Derek. He seemed like a kicked puppy, and you felt a little sorry for him.

"I'm sorry this is all happening to you. I know it must be hard to wrap your mind around." You said, trying to be nice.

He looked up at you, his golden brown eyes shining in the dim hotel light. "It is. I can't believe he's gone. He was an amazing wide receiver. I don't know what our team is going to do without him." 

You ground your teeth together, thinking how stupid he was, how he didn't even care his friend was dead. He was more interested in the football team. You couldn't wait until he was out of your hair. "I think I'm going to be sick." He said, standing up and rushing into the bathroom. As soon as he was gone, Dean turned to you with a raised eyebrow.

"Really? That's who you go for? I thought you'd have better taste than that." He teased, and you threw the pillow at him.

"For your information, I was never interested. I was just trying to get information. Like we were supposed to be doing. But you were too busy oogling some poor girls breasts to even do your job." You answered, before you heard struggling coming from the bathroom. "Oh you've got to be kidding me. Hurry up Sam." You muttered, before banging on the door. 

"Help!" Derek yelled, garbled, and you pushed against the door but it would budge.

"Dean, come on!" You said, and with a groan, Dean came over, slamming his shoulder on the door. A couple of more times, and the cheap hinges finally gave away and Dean almost fell into the bathroom.

"Really? Death by toilet? That is a horrible way to go." Dean said, before shooting the shotgun he had in his hand, at the ghost holding Derek down. He vanished for a moment, and Derek was able to take a breath, before the ghost showed up again. "Damn it Y/N, we should have gone for the salt!" Dean yelled.

You raced back into the room, grabbing the container of salt, moving to Derek's side just as the ghost reappeared. "No, he must die." It said, shoving you and you landed in the tub, smacking your head against the wall.

"Stupid freaking ghost. So dramatic." You muttered as Dean shot at it again. As soon as it disappeared, you climbed back out, sprinkling salt around Derek. Before you could get the salt in a complete circle, the ghost appeared again, turning it's eyes on you.

"Leave us be. I need to finish this." He said, grabbing you by the neck, holding you up until your feet were dangling on the floor.

"Y/N!" Dean yelled, unable to get a good shot off. Your sight was beginning to blur, and you tried to grasp the ghost's arm, but swung through thin air instead. Just as you felt yourself start to go limp, you saw flames flicker up from the bottom of the ghost, and he dropped you. Landing back in the tub, you watched as his body was covered in flames, before vanishing from sight.

"Is it done?" Derek asked, his face still covered in toilet water.

"Yeah. It's over." Dean said, holding his shotgun while standing by the door.

Derek turned to look at you, not even offering to help you up. "Y/N, I don't think it's going to work between us." Was all he said before he hightailed it out of the motel room. You and Dean just stared at each other in shock.

"Man, he was something." You said, making Dean do a double take.

"You mean, even after he got his face shoved in a toilet, and he didn't even help you, you still like him?" He asked, a frown on his face.

"Hell no." You said, and his green eyes flew up to meet yours. "I can't stand the guy. Never could. I was just saying he was a piece of work, and not a good one at that."

Dean chuckled, coming over to help you up, holding his hand out. You reached for it, standing up, but before you could climb over, your feet slipped out from underneath you, planting you against Dean's chest as he caught you. Your faces were inches apart, and you got caught up in his green eyes. You felt his strong arms holding you steady, his heart beating fast as his chest was pressed against yours. Without even thinking, you closed the distance, pressing your lips to his, waiting to see what he would do. Would he push you away, or pull you closer?