After I had settled into my room, I had went over to the boys room. Sam and I was shifting through papers that had the victims names on and we were trying to figure out what connects each murder. Sam was sat, and I was standing next to him, but Dean was pacing, to the side of us. 

I then heard Dean chuckle at something, as I popped my head up from reading the sheets of papers to see him looking at an antique wedding dress which was displayed on the wall, but it was hanged in a certain way.

"What the--" Dean states as he stares up at the weddings dress.

"What?" Sam had asked, who had turned to face Dean.

"That's normal," Dean had turned around to face us both and pointed to the dress on the wall. "Why the hell would anyone stay here? I'm amazed they kept in business this long," Dean had walked away from the dress, but my eyes went back down to the paper in my hand. 

"All right. Victim number one. Joan Edison, 43 years old, a realtor. Handling the sale of the hotel," Sam had said, reading what it has written down on his papers. "And victim number two was Larry Williams. Moving some stuff out to Goodwill," Sam had went to the other piece of paper in his hand. There was already a connection between the two.

"Well, there's a connection," I had spoken, as I stepped forward and placed the sheet of paper I had onto the table. "They were both tied up shutting the place down," my voice was gently as it soared through the room.

"Yeah, maybe someone doesn't wanna leave and they're using Hoodoo to fight back," Sam had replied, his eyes gazing over me and Dean. 

"Who do you think our witch doctor is, that Susan lady?" Dean had pipped up, wondering if the owner was the one killing them.

"No, it doesn't seem likely," Sam began, his eyes on Dean. "I mean, she's the one selling," 

"So what then, Sherwin?" Dean asked, referring to the butler, but again it wouldn't be him, as Hoodoo takes a lot of energy to do things like that.

"Possible not," I replied to Dean as his eyes went to mine, but it was still possible he could be.

"Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay?" Dean went off topic, but it did make me grow a smile.

"Well, you are kind of butch. Probably think you're overcompensating," Sam replied without missing a beat. His comment only made my smile wider.

Dean laughs, but he does it in a mocking way. "Right," his eyes went over to me, to see me laughing. "And you stop smiling," he states to me, his tone stern and meaningful, but that only made me laugh. 

"How cute. I can see you as a butch lesbian," I said mockingly to him, as he gives me a fake smile. "Go, see what you find. And I'll stay here on research," I said to them both, before grabbing the papers from the table. This was going to be a long research lesson.

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Sam and Dean had ventured off to see what they can find about all of this. As I was currently in my room, looking over the papers, but there wasn't much to go on besides the victims being associated with the hotels closure. I sat on my double bed - though I sank into it like it was going to swallow me whole - it was the same pattern in the boys room. Actually it was the boys room, but with a double bed. All that was missing was the wedding dress on the wall. 

Now that I was alone, I had blood bag pulled from my duffel bag, and I sipped through the tubing. I was half-way down, the taste of blood was electric, it went down smoothly like water. It was like heaven right now, no boys to worry about, no ghosts knocking on my door. Yet... 

As I took another sip, but a longer and bigger one this time around. The slurping noise when something is empty came to my ears, making me look at the blood bag which was empty. 

Swiftly, there was a knock on my door, and my head shot to it, hearing a steady heart beat beyond. Within a blur, I had vamp-sped over to my bag which was across the room, and stuffed the blood bag into it. 

I began to walk over to the door, as a knock was placed on it again. I swung it open to see Dean standing on the other side. "Ok, so there's a Granny in the building and we think she's our witch-doctor. So, I'm going to go dig up some dirt on boomin' Granny and Sam is in our room checking on old obits, freak accidents and what knots," Dean states as I nodded to him. 

"Okay, I'll do my own research and compare it with Sam later," I replied to Dean who gives me a nod of his head. 

"Thanks, Gabby," he states, before moving from the door way, but his eyes lingered on me, before he actually went down the hallway.

I smile to myself, not sure why, but I had this feeling in my stomach. Not a bad one, but a happy one, it was kind of strange. But I know that this case isn't going to get solved by itself. We're not that lucky...

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A few hours had passed, and now it was night. I had researched all hours, but I couldn't find nothing about the hotel that we didn't already know. As the research hadn't gotten me anywhere, I was going to look for some more clues.

As I stood from the seat I sat om, the papers and Sam's laptop, was placed in front of me on the table. Just as I went over to the window, I began to hear chattering from outside. I must have not noticed before since I was working away like a  bee. I go over to my window, and pull the curtain back to see a few police cars, and a body zipped up in a bag. Remains me of my time in a body bag, and it wasn't very long ago. 

There must have been another death in the hotel. We need to put a stop to this right now, before someone else dies. Frustratingly, I grab my leather jacket from the bed, heading for the door, before opening it and letting it slam behind me. 

I walked just a few feet down the hall, to see the boys door ajar and the key in it's slot, but it was askew. I look at it strangely before entering the room. Sam is sat in the arm chair, staring into space. I then her the key jingle as I shot around to see Dean, removing the key from the door and shutting it.

"There's been another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room," Dean states in his business-mode, as he goes pass me. 

"Yeah. I saw," Sam replied, but it sounded dark. 

"We've gotta figure this out, and fast. What'd you find out about Granny," Dean had said, unzipping his bag and shuffling through it. Sam was quite, and he would have responded by now. 

"I couldn't find anything about the house much," I replied to Dean, as I frown as I came more into the room, seeing Sam in the arm chair, his arms sagging at the side.

"You're bossy," Sam states, making Dean cock his head to him in surprise as I also look at him in surprise. 

"What?" Dean states, confused what was happening. 

"You're bossy. And short," he states, before laughing to himself but it wasn't a normal laughter it sounded like a sloppy one. 

"Are you drunk?" Dean had asked the million dollar question, and I took a quick sniff of the air, and it did smell like booze. 

"Yeah. So?" Sam replies, as he held his arms out for effect. "Stupid."

"Dude, what are you thinking? We're working a case," Dean bits Sam's head off, but Sam wasn't himself right now. His eyes began to tear up, as he looks straight forward.

"That guy who hung himself. I couldn't save him," Sam's voice sounded lost and broken, like he was blaming himself in a way.

"You couldn't have done anything to save him," I said to Sam, because he couldn't and I know what it felt like when you can't help a person. 

"That's an excuse, Gabby," his eyes wondered to mine, all glossy and watery. "I should've found a way to save him. I should've saved Ava too," the blame train, everyone.

"You can't save everyone, even you said that," Dean had wagered in, and I think it was the best. He knows Sam better than me, right now.

With a quick strike to the table at his side, Sam had slammed his fist down. "No, Dean! You don't understand alright. The more people I save, the more I can change,"

"Change what?" Dean asked.

"My destiny, Dean!" Sam raised his voice at Dean, as he lent forward and held his hands to his chest, like he was pointing at himself.

"All right. Time for bed. Come on, Sasquatch," Dean leans over and hauls Sam up by his shoulders from the seat. "Come on," 

"I need you to watch out for me," Sam states, as Dean helps him to his feet as I stood back and let Dean took charge on this.

"Yeah. I always do,"

"No! No, no, no. You have to watch out for me, all right? And if I ever... turn into something that I'm not," Sam had began, his voice just tore me apart and not in a good way, he sounded beat. "You have to kill me,"

"Sam," Dean and I said in union, as we dismissed his comment as he was drunk.

"Dean, Dad told you to do it, you have to," Sam had shoved Dean, getting angry. 

"Yeah, well, Dad's an ass," Dean replied back, as I see Sam frown with confusion. "He never should have said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids,"

"No, he was right to say it. Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies," Sam raised his voice to get his point across, but Dean and I aren't dead.

"Yeah, well, I'm not dying, neither is Gabby, okay? And neither are you. Come on, sit down," Dean pushes Sam to his own bed and forces him onto the bed.

Sam stays seated, and reaches up and clutches Dean's jacket, as Dean's right hand curls into the fabric at Sam's shoulder. "No, please! Dean, you're the only one who can do it. Promise," 

"Don't ask that of me," Dean couldn't make a promise to that, neither would I and I think Sam knows that. 

"Dean, please. You have to promise me," they both stared at each other longingly, Sam was waiting for Dean to say he would.

"I promise," Dean said to him, but I don't think he really means it, he needed a way for Sam to shut up and sleep. But that I was hoping for.

"Thanks," Sam began as he reaches up and grabs Dean face with both hands. "Thank you. You are..."

"All right. Come on," Dean states in a whisper before Sam could get anymore out. He bats Sam's hands away and shoves him on the bed. Sam falls back, then turns over on his stomach to plant his face in the pillow, hugging it with both arms. Dean had sat on his own bed, and rubs a hand over his face, clearly he was stressed.

"Dean," my voice soft, as I took a few steps forward. His eyes flickered to meet mine. "You're not serious are you?" I looked over to Sam for a brief second. 

"No! Of course not," Dean snapped back in a hush voice, but something in his eyes told me something else.

I sighed as my eyes wondered the room, not knowing where I want them to look. "Go," I spoke after a moment. "Have a look around, see what you can find," but my eyes came back to meet Dean's hazel-green ones. "I'll stay with him," Dean only smiled at my words, before he stood, and walked over to me. 

Without any warning, he crushes me into his embrace. I stood shocked for a moment, before wrapping my arms around him. Smelling in his sweet scent, and his heart beat that picked up for a moment. 

I didn't say anything as I knew what it was for...

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A/N

Omg, guys, this was so cute, the ending. Ah! I could die, lol. But anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter, more will come soon. 

-Josh(Yoshi)