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In a room full of crowded people Dean couldn't hear a damn thing. He was always careful, aware of his surroundings. For someone who was seemingly so carefree he never really knew how to relax. Always on guard, always prepared for the worst (and with good reason). That instinct was ingrained in him for as long as he could remember, so why was it failing him now?

He couldn't breathe at all. He couldn't hear anything this girl said to him. The only thing that was going through his mind were the words "I speak to the dead." God he's not dead is he? He didn't feel dead but Dean didn't even know what being dead felt like. Terrifying thoughts swirled in his brain. Was he now the very thing he hunted? Was Sam dead? If he was then where the hell was he? Was this heaven or hell or something in between? His mind was going a mile a minute, but his face was still like stone.

His blank stare and hardened jaw was starting to freak Laurel out. She couldn't even imagine what he was feeling, or the thoughts that were going through his brain. She couldn't imagine the damage she had done to him. Part of her hated herself for even telling him in the first place. I mean who was she to tell him that; she was barely qualified to do that in the first place. Insecure thoughts ran through her brain. What if she was horribly wrong.

'No' she reminded herself 'You've never been wrong before'

Laurel shook the thoughts away and stared straight at Dean. She needed to take him away from the crowd and somewhere more quiet. She needed to explain this to him further.

"Hey" she whispered to him. He snapped out of his daze and grunted in acknowledgement. He really couldn't find the words to respond.

"Follow me, we need to go somewhere quiet and private" Laurel continued.

She looked around quickly and then turned back down the hall. She walked briskly without turning back not wanting to draw any more attention to herself. Laurel was never really good at playing things cool and she could feel herself sweating from the stress. Her brother always told her to work on her poker face but her mother praised Laurel for her honest behavior and good nature. Right now she honestly wish she listened to her brother. But Laurel had never really done this before. Heard the voices, yeah sure. Talking to them occasionally when she was younger, yeah sure. But this was an entirely different ball park.

Laurel kept walking forward, trusting that Dean was following her. She couldn't hear the sound of foot steps behind her (the dead don't make noise) but she could sense his presence. It was overwhelming; he was an intense guy.

Laurel saw a small supply closet out of the corner of her eye and quickly sped up towards it. The hospital was understaffed with janitors, she knew no one was going to come to the closet for a while. She looked behind her shoulder and saw him standing right behind her. She nearly jumped. Whoever this guy was he was tall, sneaky, and had a stare that steeled right into her soul.

She ushered into the closet, closing and locking the door behind her. She turned the small light on and faced the mystery man again. She opened her mouth to speak but seemed to choke on her words. What could she even say in this situation? Laurel didn't know where to start at all.

The man coughed out of awkwardness and shifted his eyes around the tiny, cramped closet.

"You know usually when girls take me into closets it's for something a little more enjoyable" he said with a smirk and an awkward laugh. The room seemed to get more tense.

Laurel just raised her eyebrows in response. Charming. She shifted from one foot to the next and huffed a little. She never really knew how to respond to flirting, it tended to make her feel more awkward. But she could see he was trying his best to relieve the tension... at least that's what she chose to believe. Laurel cleared her throat before speaking.

"Um... okay I don't really know where to start."

"Maybe try to start from the beginning huh? I mean you can't just tell a guy he's dead and leave him on that cliffhanger" he responded with agitation in his voice (all flirting seemed to have disappeared).

Shit, right. She told him he was dead.

"Yeah um I'm really sorry about that. I-um. I don't really know how to do this honestly?" he just stared at her blankly at her response.

"Well you better find a way hun because I've got a lot of fuckin questions."

She winced a little before speaking again. "Okay... well my name is Laurel-Laurel Kim. And well I... I can talk to dead people."

"Great start sweet cheeks you should put that as your intro on The Bachelor" he responded dryly. Clearly he was fed up with her waffling. Okay time to pick it up.

"I've always been able to see the dead and hear them. I hear them all the time actually." Laurel bit her lip before continuing. "I don't really talk to the dead, I haven't for a very long time..." she trailed off before shaking her head and focusing again. "Look I don't know you at all I don't even know your name-"

"Dean." he said shortly

"Dean, um thank you nice to meet you" she said meekly. "I don't know what happened to you but I do know that I can see you when no one else can so that means you're certainly not alive."

The silence in the closet was deafening after her painfully slow explanation. Laurel shuffled from side to side as she played with her fingers. This Dean guy was intense, a little too intense for her liking if she was honest. It made her feel awkward, uncomfortable, anxious. He opened his mouth and Laurel braced herself for something ugly.

"Okay." he said gruffly and Laurel widened her eyes at his response. "Okay I believe you I guess..."

"That's it?!" Laurel exclaimed and he quirked his brow.

"What the hell do you mean that's it? I mean what else is there to say?"

"So-so you don't think I'm crazy?!" she asked incredulously. "I just told you I speak to dead people and that you're dead. Shouldn't you be.. I don't know... more panicked?"

Dean stared at her blankly and racked his brain for how he should respond. Does he tell her he's a hunter? That's what Sam would probably do. Too trusting and kind for his own good Sam would probably let gooey reassurance spew out of his mouth while telling her his life story. If Laurel could hear and see ghosts, it probably wasn't crazy to tell her what he truly was. It would get rid of a long winded explanation for sure. But Dean didn't know her, she could've just been another black eyed bastard going after him. Dean wanted help, but Dean was not Sam.

"It's not the strangest thing I've heard." he uttered out eventually.

Hearing that response did not quell Laurel's fears at all. What could possibly be weirder than a girl seeing and hearing ghosts. She didn't want to think about it too much. Before she could go down that rabbit hole Dean spoke up again.

"Okay look so... so you say I'm dead right. But I don't remember dying? I didn't hear any beeping. You know all that CPR crap I didn't see any of that. I just know I'm in a bed, my brother is in fuckin bits and this is really creeping me out." he said with his voice raising at the end reminding Laurel that Dean was human.

Even though she was scared, he was probably ten times worse under his rough facade. Laurel furrowed her brows a little bit as she reflected on what he said. Usually people remember how they die or at least remember major details. Death itself was a traumatizing thing, it's not something anyone forgets whether they're living or dead.

"If you don't remember dying or didn't see yourself die then that means you're probably in an in between state." she said slowly. Yes it made sense; Laurel mentally kicked herself for not realizing it before.

"Look I'm in medical school if I get a look at your body or see your chart I can find out the exact reason you're in this in between state. But right now I don't have all the answers I'm sorry. But... I guess the good news is you're not dead... yet." he scoffed a little at that.

"Great thanks for the reassurance you really know how to make a guy feel good." Dean said dryly and Laurel winced once again. The closet fell into silence, neither knew what exactly to say to each other. Laurel listened to the static of the flickering lightbulb hanging above them and played with her fingers, counting to three over and over. Dean just looked around the closet, jaw set. He couldn't help but look at Laurel from the corner of his eye.

She seemed sweet, anxious as hell though (but who could blame her Dean couldn't imagine the effects of hearing ghosts have on someone long term). He analyzed her closely. Laurel reminded him of an anxious baby dear Before she had time to open her mouth and apologize Dean spoke up again.

"Can I ask you to do something for me?" he said with his voice getting a little softer. Laurel only could nod with wide eyes. The mood was shifting, he was becoming gentler and she feared if she spoke she'd pop the bubble he was in.

"Can you talk to my brother Sammy for me?" Laurel's eyes softened at that. "He's in bits and he can't hear me and doesn't know what's going on- well I mean he's always been smart he figures stuff out quick. It's just... a lot has happened and he needs me there so-"

"Dean." Laurel interrupted, her voice gentle but stern. He quieted down and stopped his rambling.

"Of course I'll talk to your brother Sam for you." Dean heaved a sigh of relief, all the tension from his shoulders released.

"Yeah.. um that would be nice. Thanks." he said with a smile. Laurel preferred it when he smiled. He looked less scary, softer, younger.

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Dean walked swiftly to his hospital room of 3751 with Laurel in tow. He was walking with a new found energy, a sense of confidence almost. Normally he'd be grilling Laurel in an effort to decipher if she was trustworthy, but this was a desperate situation. Dean has always been a stubborn guy, and there was no way he was going to die today.

He had left out the details of him being a hunter, the demons, and the fact there seemed to be some sort of creature that was going around trying to kill people (including him) for Laurel's own sake. Sure the girl could talk to ghosts and spirits, for the normal person that was beyond weird. Surely she knew there was a chance of even stranger things existing. Yet he kept it to himself, this fight with the yellow eyed demon wasn't something she needed to be dragged into. Her main purpose was to talk to Sam so he could figure out what was going on and bring Dean back.

Laurel was none the wiser to Dean's thoughts and instead was swirled in her own mind. How the hell was she going to have this 'I see dead people' talk with this Sam guy? It didn't go horribly with Dean but honestly, it didn't go great either. She was going over conversation starters over and over in her head.

'Hi I'm Laurel I can talk to dead people! I spoke to your brother and he's not dead!' No that wasn't going to work at all.

'Hi don't worry your brother is okay, he's actually right behind you!' God this was going to go horribly.

Dean stopped suddenly and Laurel almost ran into him (except he didn't because he wasn't... well... there). He turned towards her and gestured to the room.

"Well here it is. There's Sammy." he said while gesturing his head into the room.

Laurel took a little peak inside. She saw a tall man hunched over the bed, hand clutching onto Dean. His floppy brown hair falling gently on his face, hiding his true expression; but she could tell he was overwhelmed with worry.

"Do me a favor." Dean said and Laurel turned to look at him "Don't freak him out please."

She huffed a little at his comment. It wasn't the most helpful or encouraging in the world to hear, but she could tell it was laced with a sense of overprotectiveness. She understood. Laurel was an older sibling too. She nodded towards Dean and turned towards the door. With a deep breath she knocked on the door before turning the handle.

"Hi are you Sam?"

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a/n hi everyone! i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! in chapter 3 laurel and sam finallyyyy meet and that chapter is definitely a lot longer

lmk what you guys liked about this chapter and if you have any suggestions!