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A/N: So, I was very unsatisfied with the original I had written for this. I decided to go back, add scenes, fix it up. It ended up being so long, I decided just to make it into parts. Anyway, I hope this turns out better and you enjoy! I worked harder on this than any other fanfic lol...

You stand in the shower, scrubbing yourself clean. You had just dug a grave, or rather undug it, to salt and burn a ghost's bones. Sam and Dean had virtually collapsed upon entering the hotel room, but they hadn't been the ones head deep in dirt. You sigh, pulling a piece of grass from your hair. You pour a handful of shampoo into your hand, disgusted. You worry you might never be clean again. A tune comes to your head, so you start to sing absentmindedly. "It was the heat of the moment, telling me what your heart-" you sing, rubbing the shampoo through your hair. Then you stop, giving the shower wall a grumpy look. Dean. It's his frickin song stuck in your head from those hours of driving. You had pleaded and pleaded for him to turn it off. But he refused and not only played it several more times, but also on the car's loudest setting. You almost shot the radio.
Sam had stuck some ear buds in his ears and slept the whole way, oblivious to yours and Dean's arguing. Sometimes you wonder why you like Dean so much. He can be so annoying-
The bathroom door creaks, stopping you mid-rant. You pause, quickly wiping water out of your eyes. You can’t see anything beyond the cream colored curtain. You carefully pull it back, peering out. Nothing is there. You shake your head. You must be so tired you're hearing things. You continue washing off and pull back the curtains. Then you see him. He's standing right there, outside the tub, a grin on his face. You scream and then the man vanishes. You stand in horror, staring at the place where the man had been. The bathroom door whips open and you turn your head to see Dean staring at you in shock. Then his eyes slowly drift downward and you scream again, yanking the shower curtain across you.
"Dean!" you yell.
"Well, you screamed!" Dean cries in defense.
"Just, get out!" you yell, clutching your face in your hands. How embarrassing. Not once had the brothers ever seen you naked, not even half naked, in all the years you had hunted with them. Now it had to be Dean, shortly after you realize you love him. How worse could your life get? You groan, carefully stepping out from behind the curtain, making sure the freaky guy wasn't there again. Thankfully, he isn’t there, so you dry off as fast as possible and slip on a clean pair of sweats and t-shirt. You sigh as you place your hand on the doorknob, nervous to face Dean.
Then you step out and Dean is standing by the door, staring at the ground awkwardly. When you open the door he looks up worriedly.
"What happened?" he asks.
You clear your throat. "Um-there was a ghost."
Dean frowns. "In the bathroom?"
"Yes, Dean," you snap. "In the bathroom."
"Okay, geez. What did it look like?"
"He-" you stop, glancing at Dean. "Um...."
"He what?"
"He was wearing pink?" you finish.
"Pink?" Dean repeats.
By now, Sam had woken up from the noise. He runs his hand through his hair, peering at you and Dean. "What's going on?" he mumbles.
"(y/n) saw a ghost in the bathroom. He seemed to match the wallpaper," Dean gives you a look.
"It's true!" you cry. "He was dressed all in pink and he had a- a red heart on his chest!"
Dean rolls his eyes. "Omg, she was visited by cupid!"
"Sam?" you turn to Sam desperately.
Sam shrugs. "Sounds kinda weird to me. But we can check lore books and see if you recognize something."
"Thank you," you sigh.
"Really, Sam?" Dean looks at his brother.
"I believe (y/n) saw something," Sam offers. "Can we check it in the morning?" he asks you.
You slouch, glancing at Dean. He's frowning. "Fine," you agree.
"Good," Sam nods, flopping back onto the bed and pulling the covers around himself.
When you look at Dean again, he's staring at you. "What?" you groan.
Dean shakes his head and winks at you. "Nothin'." Your face heats up. He heads to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water.
Then he turns back to you, grinning as he takes a swig of water. "What?" you ask exasperated.
"I heard you singing Asia," Dean raises an eyebrow. "Admit it. You like the song."
“Arrrgh," you cry, stomping to your place on the pullout sofa. You flop down and pull the blanket over your head. All you wanted was a nice peaceful shower......

The next morning you wake up stretching. Then the events from last night come crashing back and you blush again, remembering Dean seeing you. You feel someone' s eyes on you and you look up, seeing Dean watching you as he ties his boot laces. When you meet his eyes he quickly looks away. You brush it off, pushing back your blankets and heading to the bathroom. This time, you keep the door open a crack. After you're done, thankfully no one pops up, you push open the door and head to the kitchenette in the room. Dean is leaning against the counter, eating a banana. He starts to hum. You frown as you recognize the tune. "Heat of the Moment" again. You start to walk past him toward the fridge, ignoring him. But just as you are about to walk past you slip and Dean catches you out of reflex. His face is inches from yours and you stare at him, not sure what exactly happened. It’s a strange moment. Your eyes connect intensely and it almost seems as if Dean is about to kiss you. Then he clears his throat and you push off him, looking away awkwardly. Something on the floor catches your eye and you whirl on Dean. "Really, Dean?" you say annoyed.
"What?" he asks confused, mouth full of banana again. Somehow he had managed to keep hold of it when he caught you.
You point at the floor and his eyes follow your finger. Right where you slipped a banana peel is laying on the floor. Dean's eyes widen.
"Tis' is t'only 'nana I hab," he defends, though it would be much more convincing if he hadn't said it with his mouth full of banana.
You place your hands on your hips, your eyes narrowed. Just then, Sam walks in.
"What's going on?" he asks, looking between a scared Dean chewing on a banana and you, angrily staring Dean down.
You point at Dean. "He left his banana peel on the floor and I tripped!" Sam just stares at you. Then he turns around and walks out.
"I'll be in the car," he calls before he closes the door.
Dean grins at you around his banana. You give him dirty look and trudge after Sam, Dean close behind you. Sam explains it would be best to head over to Bobby's to figure out this ghost thing.