Supernatural: Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things

A/N: Happy Halloween! Yeah, I know it's a day early, but it doesn't really matter and I'd love to hear what everyone thinks about the new season of Supernatural and their upcoming 200th episode, which is going to be a musical based on all the rumors I've been hearing.

Read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.

CHAPTER ONE: DEAD PLANTS AT A CEMENTARY?

"Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand."

Psalms 88: 5

Inside a white house, a dark-haired guy named Neil was giving moral support to his friend, a dark-haired girl named Angela, who was clearly upset about something.

"Okay. We've got booze, we've got chocolate, and, wait for it…" Neil set the items on the table, sat down across from Angela, and used a remote to turn on the stereo, which was now playing rock music "tortured emo rock. Guaranteed cure for any broken heart."

"You didn't have to do all this," Angela told him gratefully, "I'm fine."

Neil rolled his eyes at the lie. "Yeah, I can see that."

Angela took his hand in both of hers. "Thanks, Neil."

Neil smiled. "Yeah." Just then, there was a loud pounding at the door, and they both looked around. "Look…"

Angela was scared. "It's probably him."

Neil sighed and stood up. "I'll take care of it."

He went to the front door, and opened it. A brown-haired man named Matt was standing there.

"Where is she?" he asked, referring to Angela.

"Let's just chill out and think about this for a second, okay?" Neil suggested as he blocked the doorway.

"I need to talk to her," Matt insisted.

Neil shook his head. "Some other time."

Matt glared at Neil. "You get out of my face, Neil." He shoved him aside and entered; Neil sighed and shut the door behind him. They both went into the kitchen, discovering that Angela was gone.

"Angela?"

Angela was driving down a dark road, crying. Her cell phone rang, and the display read "Matt Cell Phone Calling"; she picked it up and snarled into it. "Leave. Me. Alone."

`"Angela, I'm sorry,"` said Matt's voice.

"You're sorry?" Angela scoffed, laughing. "You're sorry, oh, that's great."

`"Angela, listen to me,"` Matt pleaded.

"I don't want to listen to you! I'm done listening!" Angela snapped unaware that she was speeding toward a sharp turn in the road ahead.

`"Listen to me!"` Matt shouted.

"No - I…I loved you!" Angela screamed into the phone, and looked up seconds before she crashed into the barrier. While Matt continued to call out Angela's name, she was slumped against the steering wheel, staring with dead eyes, and her face was covered in blood.

The Impala zoomed down a two-lane blacktop. Dean was driving, Sam was in the passenger's seat, and Liz was in the backseat.

"Come on, Sam, Liz, I'm begging you," Dean begged. "This is stupid."

Both Sam and Liz looked at their brother, confused. "Why?"

"Going to visit Mom's grave?" Dean asked, clearly not liking the idea. "She doesn't even have a grave, there was no body left after the fire."

"She has a headstone," Sam pointed out.

Dean sighed since it was true. "Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you want to go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger?"

Sam shook his head while Liz sighed. "Dean, that's not the point."

Dean shot him a look. "Well then, enlighten me, Sam."

"It's not about a body, or, or a casket," Sam explained. "It's about her memory, okay?"

Dean shook his head, not liking the idea at all. "Hmmm."

Sam couldn't believe that Dean was being so stubborn and tried something different. "And after Dad it just…just feels like the right thing to do."

"It's irrational is what it is," Dean complained.

Sam gave him an exasperated look. "Look, man. No one asked you to come."

"Yeah, you could do something else while we do this," Liz agreed.

Dean shook his head. "Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead?" he suggested. "I mean, we haven't heard anything about the demon lately, we should be hunting that son of a bitch down. Or even ask Ash to help Garcia look for those other special children."

"That's a good idea, you should," Sam remarked while Liz nodded. "Just drop us off, we'll hitch a ride, and we'll meet you there tomorrow."

"I'm all for that."

Dean cringed at the thought. "Right. To be…stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you both show up? No thanks." And his siblings laughed while he grumbled, "shut up."

The next morning, both Sam and Liz knelt before a headstone, and he was digging in the ground with a folding knife.

After digging out a small hole, Sam pulled their father's dog tags and his wedding ring out of his pocket. And he sighed. "I think, um, I think Dad would have wanted you to have these." And he buried them. "I love you, Mom."

"We both love you, mom," Liz said, patting Sam's shoulder at the same time.

Nearby, Dean was standing by another gravestone, marked as "Loving Father" He sighed and looked around until he noticed a dying tree, and stopped, frowning. He walked over to it and noticed a perfect circle of dead grass surrounding a gravestone. He crouched down, fingering the dead flowers.

Later on, Dean took a card from a man in a suit, and then walked over to Sam and Liz.

"Angela Mason," he informed them. "She was a student at the local college; funeral was three days ago."

Both Sam and Liz gave him a skeptical look. "And?"

"And? You saw her grave," Dean pointed out. "Everything dead around it, in a perfect circle? You don't think that's a little weird?"

Sam shrugged. "Maybe the groundskeeper went a little agro with the pesticide."

"Or it could be caused by something natural," Liz suggested.

Dean shook his head, having just checked. "No, I asked him. No pesticide, no chemicals. Nobody can explain it."

"Okay, so what are you thinking?" Sam asked, deciding to play along.

Dean shrugged. "I dunno. Unholy ground, maybe?"

Sam and Liz exchanged uncertain looks. "Un-"

"What? If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the, the farm outside of Cedar Rapids?" Dean asked.

Both Sam and Liz nodded, still uncertain. "Yeah, b-"

"Could be the sign of a demonic presence. Or the, the Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough," Dean interrupted, on a roll now, and both Sam and Liz nodded, turning away. "Well, don't get too excited, you both might pull something." And winced when Liz turned and punched his arm…hard.

"Grown up, Dean."

Sam shrugged. "It's just…stumbling onto a hunt? Here, of all places?" he wondered.

Dean rubbed his arm and raised his eyebrows. "So?"

"So? Are you sure this is about a hunt, and not about something else?" Sam asked pointedly.

Dean didn't know what Sam meant. "What else would it be about?"

Sam sighed and shook his head. "You know, just forget it."

"You believe what you want, Sam, Liz, but I let you drag my ass out here, the least we could do is check this out," Dean said seriously.

"Yeah. Fine," Sam and Liz both agreed reluctantly.

Dean grinned. "Girl's dad works in town, he's a professor at the school."

A quick drive later, the Winchesters entered the school and knocked on the door of Dr. Mason's office. A few seconds later, a man with thinning white hair opened the door.

"Dr. Mason?" Dean asked.

Dr. Mason nodded. "Yes?"

"I'm Sam, this is Dean and Liz," Sam said. "We were friends of Angela's, we…we wanted to offer our condolences."

"Please, come in," Dr. Mason said, moving aside.

They entered and he closed the door behind them. Sitting down, he showed them a photo album. In the corner, Dean was looking through an old book.

"She was beautiful," Sam remarked.

"And happy," Liz added.

Dr. Mason nodded, smiling sadly. "Yes, she was."

"This is an unusual book," Dean commented and he showed the cover of the book he'd been paging through; it had carvings of Greek letters and a triangular symbol.

"It's ancient Greek; I teach a course," Dr. Mason explained.

Dean nodded and set aside the book. "So a car accident, that's - that's horrible."

Dr. Mason sighed. "Angie was only a mile away from home when, uh-"

"It's gotta be hard," Dean cut in. "Losing someone like that. Sometimes it's like they're still around. Almost like you can still sense their presence." And both Sam and Liz looked at him, concerned. "You ever feel anything like that?"

Dr. Mason nodded. "I do, as a matter of fact."

"That's perfectly normal, Dr. Mason," Sam said, shooting Dean a warning look. "Especially with what you're going through."

"Yeah, it's never easy losing a family member," Liz agreed, also shooting her twin a warning look.

"You know, I still phone her," Dr. Mason said wistfully. "And the phone's ringing before I remember that, uh…Family's everything, you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life. And now I, I'm just lost without her."

Sam nodded. "We're very sorry."

That night, they were in a motel room and Dean was more than ever convinced that they had a workable case on their hands.

"I'm telling you, there's something going on here, we just haven't found it yet."

Sam sighed, still no convinced that they had a case at all, and Liz was feeling the same way. "Dean, so far you've got a patch of dead grass and nothing."

"Well, something turned that grave into unholy ground," Dean pointed out.

"There's no reason for it to be unholy ground," Sam stated. "Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash, that's not exactly vengeful spirit material. You heard her father."

"Yeah, she has no reason to not cross over," Liz agreed.

Dean scoffed. "Yeah, well, maybe Daddy doesn't know everything there is to know about his little angel, huh?"

"You know what? We never should have bothered that poor man. We shouldn't even be here anymore," Sam told him.

"So what, Sam?" Dean asked angrily. "We just bail? Without even figuring out what's going on?"

"I think I know what's going on here," Sam said seriously. "It's the only reason we went along with you this far."

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

Liz sighed. "This is about Mom's grave."

Dean scoffed and turned away. "That's got nothing to do with it."

"You wouldn't step within a hundred yards of it," Sam stated, not about to drop the subject. "Look. Maybe you're imagining a hunt where there isn't one so you don't have to think about Mom. Or Dad." Dean turned to look at him. "You wanna take another swing? Go ahead, if it'll make you feel better."

"Dean, you can't keep your emotions bottled up like this," Liz added, frowning. "If you do, you're gonna explode."

Dean shook his head, having had enough. "I don't need this crap." He grabbed his jacket and keys and started for the door.

"Dean, where are you going?" Sam asked.

"I'm going to go get a drink," Dean answered angrily. "Alone." And he left.

"Well, that went well," Sam grumbled.

"Yeah, really well."

Matt was sitting alone in his living room, watching home movies of him and Angela, and was drinking a beer. A small plant on the side table withered. Sighing, Matt paused the tape, and it was then that he saw Angela's reflection in the screen and he turned around, startled. He screamed, and blood splashed the screen.

A/N: Well, this should hold you all until next week hopefully. R&R everyone!