You didn't pay any attention to the fact that you were loosely wrapped up in a towel, it being the only thing covering you up from Dean's view. You were too busy launching yourself into his arms, your heart still pounding from your scare.

You hastily noticed he was still dressed in the same jeans and flannel, before you pressed your head tightly to his chest, relieved to feel his arms tighten around you. You felt his head move back and forth, before he whispered into your ear. "Sweetheart, not that I mind having you wet and almost naked in my arms, but maybe the hallway isn't the best place."

You didn't even mind his teasing, you just nodded in understanding. But when he started pushing you back, into your room, you tensed up, fighting against the movement. "No, not back there." You whispered.

"Okay, we don't have to." He agreed, gently steering you down the hallway, keeping you tucked underneath his protective arm. You were shivering, and you weren't sure if it was because of the cool air filtering through the hallway, the scare you had just received, or the fact that you were securely wrapped in Dean's arms.

"Here, you can come calm down in here." He told you, opening the door to his room.

"Hey Dean, what was all the fuss about?" His brother Sam asked, standing up from the chair by the small table, his eyebrow raising when he noticed you and your state of undress.

"Not sure yet. Just needed to get her out of there. But hey Sam, could you go get her key, check the room out?" He asked his brother, as he guided you to the edge of one of their beds. You glanced around, noticing their room was much different than yours. There were two full size iron frame beds against the wall attached to yours, with a long dresser in front of them. A small TV was on top, currently turned to a doctor sitcom. Near the window was a table, and a small fridge.

Dean left you alone for a moment, turning to the dresser, where he pulled out a plain gray t-shirt and a pair of boxers. "Here, this might be more comfortable than the towel. At least until we go back and get your clothes."

You nodded, taking them from him, setting them in your lap, but you made no move to get up and change. "So you heard the scream too?" You asked quietly, your eyes trained on the TV in front of you.

He sat down next to you, forcing your attention on him. "Yeah, I did. I thought it was you."

Shaking your head, you explained. "I decided to take a nice long, bath. But then the air got cooler, a lot colder. Thinking my air conditioner had somehow been turned on, I still slid into the bathub. But then, the lights started to flicker. Shaking that off as part of an old hotel, I couldn't shake off the fact that something was weird. Or watching me. Then this person, somewhat hazy, screamed loud, right next to me. Was it...was it a ghost?" You asked, forcing out the words.

Just then Sam returned, and you decided it would be a good idea to finally change. Sam hadn't brought back any of your clothes, so clutching the t-shirts and boxers tightly to you, you went into their bathroom, still shaking a little bit. You hoped whatever happened to you in your bathroom wouldn't be repeated here in theirs.

Quickly you slid the towel off, throwing the t-shirt on, chuckling when it came almost to your knees. Slipping the boxers on, you doubled up the elastic, hoping they would stay up. Leaving the bathroom, you stepped into the main room, just in time to see the brothers arguing about something.

"What is it?" You asked, as they immediately stopped once you were noticed. Dean came forward, his eyes lighting up as he took in the view of you wearing his clothes.

"That's my favorite outfit of yours so far." He flirted, biting his lip as he stared at you. Blushing under his heated gaze, you didn't let it distract you.

"What were you guys talking about?" You insisted, as Dean guided you back to the edge of the bed, where you sat down.

"Well, I need to tell you something. And you're probably going to think we're nuts." Dean started, rubbing the back of his head.

"No I won't." You argued, placing your hand gently on his arm to solidify your words.

"This might be hard to believe, but Sam and I, we hunt things for a living. Not your every day hunters either, but ghosts, vampires, werewolves. You name it, we hunt it." Dean told you, his eyes busy searching yours. You weren't sure if he was begging you to believe him, or waiting for you to laugh him off the bed. 

"Really?" Was how you answered, as you took a moment to process it.

He nodded. "Yeah, and we're pretty sure there is at least one ghost haunting this hotel. That's why we're here. Listen, you can stay with us tonight, and then we will help you pack your stuff up tomorrow." 

You sat there, your mouth open. "So, you tell me that all the folklore monsters are real, and that there are ghosts here, and you want me to run with my tail between my legs?" You finally asked, glancing between both men. Sam was standing at the far wall, leaning against it, his hands in his pockets. Dean was sitting next to you, his face down so you couldn't see what he was thinking, or feeling. But at your words he looked up, a surprised look gracing his face.

"Well, yeah. Most people freak out over news like that." Was all he could say.

Squaring your shoulders, you stared him down. "Just to let you know, I'm not most people. I always believed we weren't the only things to exist. I want to help you hunt it."

"But you might get hurt." Dean argued, and you just shrugged your shoulders.

"I don't think so. I think you will protect me. But please, I need this." You begged, wanting the chance to live a life like those in the novels you had helped publish.

"If we let you do this, there will need to be rules." Dean insisted, while Sam rolled his eyes in the background. "First, you stay behind us at all times, following our lead. Got it?"

You nodded, waiting for the next rule. "Salt will protect you from ghosts. If we tell you to stay inside of the ring of salt, no complaints."

"Stay in the salt. Got it." You confirmed. 

"Okay." Was all he said, and you threw your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him tight in a hug.

"Oh my god, thank you so much!! You won't regret it, I promise you!" You squealed, as his arms came to wrap around you. "What do we do first?"

"Sleep." Sam answered, taking off his flannel shirt, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt. The thought of returning to your room, alone, had you pulling back from Dean, and wrapping your hair around your finger nervously.

"Do you want to stay with us tonight?" Dean asked you, sensing your hesitance, and you nodded, hoping you weren't coming across as too eager.

"Yeah, I might be helping hunt a ghost, but I'm not sure I'm ready to face my room just yet." You admitted.

Dean nodded. "You can bunk with me for the night. If that's okay?"

Was it okay? It was more than okay, you thought to yourself. You couldn't believe that you were sleeping in the same bed with this handsome, caring man who you had only met earlier that night. Things had certainly changed for you, and you were excited to see where tomorrow would take you.