Callie had to admit. This was not a brilliant idea. In fact, other than finding the cross and destroying it and the alter, they really had no idea. How they have managed to survive this long is beyond me.

"There's Layla's car." Sam pointed out. Dean nodded. Callie sighed. Dean had been beating himself over this Layla chick ever since he had been healed. She knew that he felt guilty that he was healed and she wasn't even if he didn't exactly say it out loud. I feel like I know the man better than he knows himself which was odd. She had tried not to think about it so much. The odd thought that made her feel more connected to Dean than she had ever felt connected to anyone before. They had technically only known each other a few months so why did she feel like it was so much longer? Not that she minded per say. It was nice to feel connected to someone. Sure, she had Andrea who she had known forever but after all the crap that went down with her dad and Peters avenging spirit, things between the friends had gotten…strained. She just felt…safe for lack of a better word. It had been a long time since Callie had felt safe. She tried not to dwell on what would happen when the case ended and she had to leave. They did ask her to stay…sort of? Could she though? Could she give up her job and life and live on the road with two ghostbusting brothers? Pfft who was she kidding of course she could. She would in a heartbeat. Not only was she connected to Dean but she was fascinated by their work and it did fill up the hole in her life she wasn't even really aware was there. Would they still want her though? She knew what she wanted. Adventure and excitement that wasn't revolved around which doctor was going to grab her ass today, peace within her life – the kind that made you satisfied with what you were doing and the ultimate one which had only began to grow recently – love. Well….she'd settle with finding out whether or not his lips were as smooth as what they looked to be. She had to fight the urge a few times they had been close. She'd like nothing more than to pull him close and….

"Callie?" the deep voice pulled her from her thoughts. She looked over and saw Dean was leaning on her opened door. They had arrived.

"You ok sugar?" She couldn't deny that the nickname didn't send chills down her spine. When did she start acting like a love sick high schooler? She cleared her throat and grabbed the hand that Dean held out, ignoring the jolt. He pulled her gentle from the car and tilted his head at her.

"I'm good. Just in thought." She prayed that the blush wasn't as bad as she thought.

"Must be good thoughts. You were quiet the whole time." He smirked at her. Oh you have no idea.

"You wish. I was thinking about the plan…or lack of."

"We have a plan…"

"No we don't." Callie glared at him.

"Guys, argue about the lack of plan later. Right now, we got work to do." Sam interrupted with a small smile. He motioned over to the tent. Callie stuck her tongue out at Dean and walked over to Sam. Dean grinned and couldn't help but wonder what she would do if he grabbed her and kissed her? Freak out probably. They had had a few 'moments' together since she had joined them and he knew that she was comfortable with them but did that mean that she was comfortable with him? Enough to …he didn't know what. He knew it wouldn't be a one night stand obviously it was Callie after all but he didn't know if he would make it through if he decided to act on the overwhelming emotional pull towards her and she rejected him. That would crush him all over again. Keep it slow. Don't scare her. Don't let her go. Dean rubbed the ache in his chest and made his way over to his brother and Callie.

"They're starting but no sign of Sue Ann." Callie murmured. He caught a whiff of vanilla and fought the urge to pull her into him. Focus Dean. Focus on the job.

"She must be in the house." Sam nodded and they made their way silently towards the house.

"You go find Sue Ann, I'll catch up." Dean said.

"What? Why?" Callie asked.

"Cause we need to split up. Go with Sam, It'll be okay." Dean nodded. She shook her head.

"There is no point two people going in. we'd make too much noise. I'll go with you, more of interference." Callie turned to Sam. "You got this?"

"Yeah I got this. We'll meet by the car in an hour okay?" Callie and Dean nodded.

"Alright sugar, follow my lead." He cupped his hands and stepped out from hiding.

"Hey!" he yelled to the two cops coming down the stairs. They look up. Dean grabbed Callie's hand and squeezed.

"You gunna put the fear of God into me?" he asked.

"Pfft the only thing they're putting away is doughnuts." Callie yelled. Dean laughed before taking off, dragging Callie behind him as the cops gave chase.

"Around the car park then double back towards the tent." Callie huffed out. Dean nodded and took a sharp right. Callie turned and saw the cops were falling back. She giggled as they kept running.

Finally after almost half an hour minutes they had slowed down and made their way back towards the tent. Dean still hadn't let go of her hand. They were crouched behind a car.

"So, how's the plan?" Dean asked, breathing a little harder

"Oh it's brilliant. Running around like a headless chicken. I don't know how you come up with them." She rolled her eyes. Dean just chuckled and stood, looking around for the cops.

"Think we're good." He pulled her up and they began to make their way back to the tent. Some of the lights suddenly went out. They stopped and looked around. Callie got a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Dean…" they watched the line of lights lighting the path go out one by one. Dean squeezed her hand tightly and pulled her slightly behind him. He would protect her from anything. Although he had a funny feeling that what was coming, wasn't after Callie at all. He turned and felt a cold shiver down his spine. The reaper was back…and heading straight for them. Callie screamed in horror as Dean convulsed.

"Dean!" She screamed grabbing his shoulders and tried to pull him away. She couldn't see anything but knew the reaper had turned on Dean. He fell to his knees, taking her with him as his eyes began to glaze over.

"Oh God no. Please no no no." Callie cried cradling Dean from behind. "Please, don't do this. He doesn't deserve to die. Please, take me instead." She begged the invisible reaper. And as sudden as it came on, it stopped. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as Dean gasped in air. Sam had gotten to Sue Ann. Dean was safe. She leant forward and put her forehead on his.

"It's over. You're okay." She whispered kissing his forehead before leaning against it again. "It's all good."

"Next time, we have a better plan." Dean gasped squeezing her arm that was wrapped around his chest from behind. Callie huffed out a laugh and nodded.

"A plan sounds fantastic."

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Dean sat down on the bed and huffed a sigh. They had hightailed it away from the LeGranges place and driven back to the motel after regrouping and explaining what happened. It had been a silent drive, everyone reflecting on what happened.

"You ok?" Callie asked. Sam caught her eye and nodded to the door. He'll grab food. He knew she would be the one to drag his brother out of whatever funk he had sunk himself into. She nodded and turned back to Dean. She waited a few more moments but got nothing.

"What is it Dean?" she asked gently.

"We did the right thing didn't we?" he asked. She sighed and sat down next to him.

"Course we did." She said. He shook his head.

"Doesn't feel like it." She ran her hand over his back in small circles.

"You are alive Dean. That's a win in my books." He turned and glared at her, ready to argue that his life was not worth anything when she cut him off.

"I know that sounds terrible and you know I wouldn't wish death on anyone. I know this is killing your consciousness but I can't find it in myself to give a shit." She shrugged. "I saw your scans, read the test results… hell I even cornered the goddamn doctor and demanded he tell me what will happen." She turned to face him. "You had a month Dean. And that was only if you were very,very lucky." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You were going to die and I couldn't think of anything worse. And then you got better and I know it was at the cost of someone else and I know you feel terrible about it…" the tears were falling down her face again. Dean pulled her into him and held her as she began to sob.

"I'm sorry Dean but I don't care. You're alive. I almost had to watch you die to tonight and it scared the shit out of me. I don't have to say goodbye." she pushed away and he reached up and cupped her cheek, brushing away the tears. "If that makes me a bad person than ok. I am a bad person but if it means that I get to hold on to you for just that little bit longer than I don't care." His lips silenced her sob as they pressed against hers. They were softer than she imagined and lit a fire within her body. She gasped at the contact and he used it to slide his tongue in. She ran her hands up and through his short hair. The thumb on her cheek moved slowly in circles while his other hand slid around her waist and pulled her close. She moaned softly and it sent a chill down his back. He was kissing her. Her. His Callie. He was kissing Callie.

"I'm sor…" She placed a finger over his lips.

"Don't apologise. Please. It will ruin the whole thing." She grinned. "Besides I'm not complaining." He smiled back and lent in to capture her sweetness again but the hotel door opened.

"Okay I've got Chinese. Chinese is a good comfort food and beer. And a bottle of whiskey cause I don't know about you guys but I really need a couple of…" Sam stopped talking when he noticed how close Callie and Dean were sitting on the bed. Callie was bright red and Dean glared at him. Clearly he had interrupted something. He smiled sheepishly.

"Want me to go and get something else?" he asked. Callie blushed deeper and stood up to grab the bags from him.

"Shut up Sam." She mumbled moving to the table. Sam turned to Dean who ran a hand through his hair.

"Sorry." He mouthed. Dean gave him the finger and moved to grab a beer.

"Here's to a hell of a week." He said passing a beer around to Callie and Sam.

"Amen to that." Callie raised her bottle and took a long swig. What a week it had been.

"So…what's the plan?" Sam asked, breaking the awkward silence. Callie shrugged.

"Go back to the real world I guess." She swallowed her food and took a sip of beer. "Won't be as exciting though."

"You could always stay. With us." Dean piped up softly. Callie looked up and smiled softly at him.

"You really want some nurse cramping your style?"

"Like Dean said before, you are small, quiet and smart. We could use the help?" Sam added.

"You wouldn't mind?" Callie asked unsure. She didn't want to intrude.

"You won't be intruding. More the merrier." Dean added as if reading her mind. "I'd like you to stay." Callie's heart skipped a beat.

"Me too." Sam joined in smiling a dimpled smile.

"Come on sugar. What's there to think about? Open road, monsters to hunt, legends to research and the company of the two badass sexy hunters in the USA." Dean grinned. She blushed, the feeling of his lips still tingling on hers.

"Well, with an offer like that how can a girl refuse?" she grinned. "I'm in." The brothers raised their beers in salute.

"Welcome to the family business Callie."

Welcome back Callie.

AN: Was there any doubt?

So I know that I could have probably put this all in one chapter but I got stuck how to do it half way through so there you go.

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Next chapter should be up soon. Hopefully.

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