She punched the last number in and lifted the cheap phone to her ear, her fingers tapping against her knee as the phone rang. She glanced around the road and looked at the remnants of the head on collision.
"Hello?" the voice was groggy, as though they had only just woken up. She looked at the watch on her wrist and rolled her eyes, 4 in the morning. She wondered when this had become the norm for her.
"Hello?" the voice continued, sounding like they were about to hang up.
"Hello. Sorry for calling at such an early hour, but I need your help."
There was the sound of sheets moving aside and someone being hit awake at the other end of the phone as the man sat up.
"What's the problem, how did you get this number?" they asked quickly as she glanced up and down the road again as the sound of sirens reached her ear.
"I phoned father, said to call you. I have a problem." there was a pause at the other end of the line as the sound of someone mouthing something came through.
"Sorry, who are you?"
"I'm Kaylee, I know that this falls under your job description so don't worry about having to lie. The problem is this, in the past week 14 people have been killed in head on collisions, exactly the same time, exactly the same place. I checked the history of the road, to see if there have been any other accidents on the road that fit this, and the answer was yes. Way back to the thirties. I don't know what's causing this but it's not natural, whatever it is."
She was met with silence on the other end.
"Well, that certainly does fit under our job description. Where are you Kaylee?"
"Savannah, Georgia. Whatever this is it's strong."
"Yeah, were coming. We'll be there as soon as we can. Stay safe kid."
"I'm 34." she muttered as she ended the call. She put the phone in her pocket and ran over to the fire engine that was cutting the roof off of the car. She winced as she saw the body, grabbing some latex gloves from the back of her car before getting closer to the body.
She tried not to immediately recognise the body, but it was hard not to, the man was a prominent figure in the city. She looked him up and down, taking a small sample of the blood that had fallen from his mouth. She noted how his eyes had a grey glaze over them and how there was blood coming from them. She turned and moved to the other car as they pulled the roof off, the same as the other victim, she noted down.
With a whistle she alerted them that she was done, that they could continue with what they were doing. She heard a branch snap behind her as she turned to face them.
"Same as the last 12 I assume?" they asked as they shoved their hands in their pockets.
"Down to the blood splatter. It's disturbing, don't you think Mich?" Kaylee asked as she put the small bag in her pocket and started to her car.
"It's getting that way, hope you find something soon." he said as she opened the car door. She smiled slightly and nodded her head.
"As do I." she replied as she strapped in and started the car, turning around and driving back the way she had come.
"Are you sure we can trust her?" Sam asked as he glanced at the map then out of the window. Dean looked over at him and shrugged.
"I don't know, man. She said she knew dad, or at least well enough to have his number."
"Dad's phone is dead, has been for a while, she did not get your number from the answer phone." Sam replied looking at his brother. Dean shrugged and turned left as they entered the city.
"The name rang a bell Sammy, maybe we know her." he said as he got out and closed the car door. Sam put the map down and got out as Dean walked over to an elderly couple who were sat on a bench by a small pond.
"Hi, I was wondering if you could help us. We're looking for a girl called Kaylee, she wouldn't give us a last name. She said she had a job for us." Dean added with a smile as the elderly couple glanced at each other and smiled back at him as Sam walked over.
"Little Kaylee, she works at the police department. Oh, but she's working a case now, she might not want anyone to interrupt her." the black haired woman said.
"She normally doesn't stop until she is taken from the building. I think she's been there since 4 this morning." the white haired woman said as she clasped her wife's hand.
"And where would the police station be?" Sam asked as Dean looked around for the police sign.
"Oh it is around the corner." the old women said in unison, they laughed then pointed at the turning to their left. Dean cast a glance over his shoulder then smiled.
"Well, I guess it's time we paid little Miss Kaylee a visit. Thank you." Dean said as Sam turned to the couple and smiled.
"Thank you for your help." he said before following his brother. Dean stood in front of the police station and smirked.
"Do you reckon they still have that bounty out on me?" he asked before turning to his brother.
"You've died at least twice since then, I think you're fine." Sam replied as he pushed open the door and stepped inside and walked to the reception.
"And you are?" the man asked as he looked them up and down.
"We're Detective inspectors Sam Connally and Dean Masters." Sam said as Dean looked around the room. "We're looking for Kaylee."
The man sat up straighter and smiled slightly as he looked down the corridor.
"She's here, down the corridor, door at the end. Good luck getting anything out of her though." he said before turning away from them and going back to his computer.
"Come on Dean, she's down this way." Sam said as Dean looked back at him and started to follow.
"Door at the end right?" Dean asked as Sam opened his mouth to speak.
"I'm still uneasy about this. How did she have your number?"
"I don't know, I give my number to a lot of girls."
"No you don't it the other way round normally." Sam replied as Dean reached a hand out to knock on the door at the end.
"Miss Kaylee?"
"You made it then." a voice called back as they opened the door. She was stood in front of her desk drinking a cup of coffee. She was tall, even leaning against her desk, and she wore too many layers for the weather outside.
"How long have you been awake?" Dean asked before realising what he had said and closing his mouth. She only smiled and looked up at the clock that was on the wall behind them.
"Since 3:52."
"Jesus, how much coffee have you had?" Sam asked as he looked up at the coffee stained cup in her hands.
"Not enough to solve this case yet." she replied as she took a sip. "I bet you have questions for me-"
"Actually, while this is nice we have some-damn you're fast." Dean replied as she put the mug down and crossed her arms.
"Alright, shoot."
"How did you get Dean's number? I mean really." Sam asked as hurried footsteps filled the hall.
"I knew your father, he gave it to me. Told me you were more reliable than he was-"
"D.I. Winchester." a dark skinned woman stood outside the room with her gun in hand. Kaylee stood up straight and walked quickly over to the woman.
"Who the hell are these men, they aren't detective inspectors that's for sure."
Kaylee rolled here eyes as the two men looked at where she had been stood and read the nameplate she had been covering. D.I. Kaylee Winchester.
"It's alright Aresha, I know them."
"They lied to a police officer."
"I don't think it's a first for them. Look, I'm fine don't worry."
"Alright. But if you need anyone to come and kick arse, I'm here."
"I know." she turned back and looked at the two brothers as they stared at her, Dean uncrossing his arms whilst Sam looked hurt.
"Winchester. I knew your name sounded familiar. Long time no see Kay." Dean said as she smirked.
"Do I still have to explain how I have your number?" she asked.
"You said you knew our father."
"I never said that he wasn't mine. Where is he anyway?" she asked as she walked back over to her desk and grabbed her coffee.
The boys looked at each other before Sam spoke.
"He died, Lee. The thing that got mom killed him. He traded his life for Dean's."
The mug fell to the floor and smashed, the remains of the coffee spilling over the carpet.
"What?"
"Dad's dead Kay."
"And here I thought you were pulling some twisted prank." she replied as she pulled her hand closer to her.
"Are you alright? You dropped your coffee." Sam asked.
"I think dropping your coffee is perfectly fine after finding out that your dad's dead. When, how long ago?" her voice cracked and they looked at each other. "How long?"
"Coming up 10 years now."
She pulled a small knife out of her pocket and grabbed Dean by the collar, pinning him to the wall, knife at his throat.
"Dad's been dead 10 years now and you didn't tell me. Did it even cross your mind?"
"I forgot you existed, last I saw you you were 9." Dean replied as Sam pulled her off of his brother.
"You forgot I existed, fuck Dean, that's rude even for you."
"Calm down. Lee, you said you had a case for us. Why can't you do it by yourself?" Sam interrupted. Kaylee looked between them and sighed, putting the knife back in her pocket whilst Dean loosened his collar.
"Cause whatever demon this is it's stronger than I am."
"So it's a demon?"
"I don't know what else could possess people and leave them with grey glazed eyes and the exact same blood spatter. I assumed." she replied as she started to pick up the remains of her mug. Dean squatted beside her and helped her to pick up the bits of mug as she continued.
"I looked into the history of the road, no tragic deaths there before the thirties. At least not any that were recorded. Besides, I don't think there are ghosts strong enough to take control of two cars at once."
Sam pondered this whilst Dean stood up and put the shards on the desk.
"What do you mean there weren't any before the thirties?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, there are always tragic deaths with ghosts. That's how come there still here."
"The road didn't exist before the thirties. Before then i- shit."
"What?" the brothers asked as they both looked at her.
"I think it might be a ghost." Kaylee said as she span around and grabbed a bag off of the side of her chair and slung it over her shoulder. She walked around to the other side of her desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a small pistol and shoving it in a holster attached under her jacket.
"Um, where are you going?" Dean asked as she grabbed a scarf from the hook on the door and opened it.
"We're going to get help."
"Help?" Sam asked as they started to follow her. She nodded at them as Aresha looked at them before smiling at Kaylee.
"I hope you know what you're doing D.I."
"I do."
"Hold on, you're a D.I. Like an actual detective inspector?" Dean asked. Kaylee smiled as she pulled open the door and squinted against the light.
"Yeah, unlike you I worked for it. I get paid too." she said as she started to walk down a road to their right.
"Care to tell us who this help is?" Dean asked as they followed behind her.
"My girlfriend. Rachael works in the archives." she replied as she looked up at them with a wan smile.
"Girlfriend?" Sam asked. Kaylee smiled and nodded.
"Is anyone in our family attracted to boys?" Dean asked with a smirk as they started up a path.
"I am." Kaylee said as she turned to face them, pulling out a set of keys.
"You just said- bi?" Dean asked as she nodded and opened the door.
They stepped inside and looked around the room. The walls were covered with papers, some hand written others copied from the newspaper. A bowl was filled with salt next to the door and there was a sawn off shotgun on top of the cabinet.
"Shit, you are prepared for stuff to go down." Dean said as a stair creaked. Sam and Dean looked up as Kaylee put her jacket on a hook. A woman stood on the stairs, she was looking down at the stair with hatred.
"I hate that stair. It always creaks." she said as she continued down the stairs, crossing her arms and looking at the two boys critically.
"You're home early." Kaylee said as she turned to face the woman.
" I always am when you have a case. How do you think I get from work to you in less than a minute?" she asked as she walked over and hugged their sister.
"That's true I guess. Rachael these are Sam and Dean, my brothers." Kaylee said as she pulled away. "They're here to help me with the case."
Sam waved while Dean raised his hand as though in salute before smiling and letting it drop.
"Nice to meet you both. You look so different from the photos she's shown me."
"They were like nine then Rach, that's why." Kaylee replied as she walked into the kitchen and flicked on the kettle. "Get comfortable boys, don't worry about Rach, she doesn't bite."
"Well I do, but only her."
Dean let out a loud laugh while Sam smiled. Kaylee stuck her head around the corner and looked at them.
"Did you say something rude, Rach?"
"No." she replied, her green eyes attempting to be innocent.
"Do me a favour Kay, marry her." Dean said with a grin, Rachael looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't worry, I have plans to." she said as she turned back to the kettle and poured herself another cup of coffee. She came back with three mugs and handed one to each of them whilst she sat down in an old armchair.
"Plan on filling us in on the case, properly and not at 2 in the morning?"
"Was it two when I phoned you? It was nearly four here. Oops." she replied as she took a sip of her coffee. Rachael glared at it then turned and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a mug from a hook.
"Sorry, time zones still screw me over. Guess that's what I get for settling."
"You settled? You got to settle?" Sam asked, with a laugh.
"Been here little over twenty five years, with her for twenty of them."
"And here I though that being with someone for a year and a half was good. Damn you passed us a long time ago kid."
"I'm thirty four dude."
"Younger than me, still a kid." Dean said as he crossed his ankles and put the coffee down on the small table. Sam laughed at her reaction as she ruffled her poorly dyed hair and pulled her legs up to her chest.
"You came to help on the case, not take the mick out of your sister."
"Yeah we did, but seeing as she's not giving us the details what else are we supposed to do?" Dean replied with a grin as she stuck her tongue out.
"Watch it Miss or I'll take away your coffee privileges."
"No, not the coffee privileges." Kaylee replied as she turned quickly to face a smiling Rachael who clearly did not mean the threat.
"Privileges?" Sam asked. They both turned to look at him and Kaylee smiled nervously.
"When I had just come here-back when I was nine or so- I had problems. We'd not long seen each other again, and Dad's hatred had been refreshed."
"Dad's hatred?" Sam asked, he had been too young to remember the last time they had met. Dean looked over at him and smiled.
"You would've been too young to remember Sammy." he said.
"Yeah, you would've been seven when I was nine, five last I saw you."
"Why did he hate you?" Sam asked whilst Dean picked up his coffee again and took a long sip.
"I looked like mom apparently, my hair was blonde and wavy, same eyes. I don't think I look much like she did, but it was enough for him to send me away."
"You don't by the way. Look like her that is." Dean said. "But what does this have to do with privileges?"
"A nine year old who had been raised knowing that her father hated her and that she looked like her dead mother. What do you think that does to a child Dean? I got made fun of at school and bullied, forced from school to school because I got in fights. Nine years old and kicked out of almost every school in the city. I got suicidal, kids are mean little shits. I had my privileges taken away. I told Rach all of this and she helped me." she looked up at women sat on the arm of the chair and leant against her.
"To this day the fear of having her privileges taken away gives her nightmares." Rachael said. The boys looked at each other before shrugging.
"Well, that was a pleasant talk. Now, the case?" Sam asked as he put down his mug. Kaylee smiled and got up, walking to a drawer and pulling out a leather bound journal and a file of paper clippings. She walked back over to the table and sat on the floor, pulling the paper out of the file and spreading it over in no order. Dean leant forwards as Sam grabbed his mug and put it on the small table beside the sofa.
"You've got your business face on, I'm gonna go upstairs and read if you don't mind." Rachael said. Kaylee looked up and nodded before she pointed to a spot that had been circled in bright red pen on a map.
"This is where it's been happening. I went back a couple of years and figured that this time of year was when it was most active, and with Samhain it's hardly surprising."
"Of course, the veil is thinnest around now. Ghosts are louder. Louder ghosts, more activity." Sam said with a shake of his head.
"So we find the ghost and dust the bones." Dean said as he took a sip of the coffee.
"A ghost cannot posses more than one car at a time, Dean. Even you should know that." she replied as she scooped up the papers and flicked through them.
"Okay, so it's more than one. That's fine, easy."
"Two, if not three, angry ghosts, and rightfully so, that can control cars and have killed well over a hundred people in the last five years. These ghosts are the angriest and the loudest I have seen since I moved here." Kaylee replied as she pulled out a piece of paper.
"So why are they angry?" Sam asked as he leant forward.
"Good question Sammy boy, I think the answer is on this piece of paper. See, the road was built over an old cemetery."
"Disrupted graves. That'd do it."
"So you think that the thing that's killing these people are several angry ghosts." Dean asked around the mug.
"Buried six feet under and covered in multiple layers of tarmac."
"And here I was thinking a haunting would be easy. You didn't make it easy for us Kay."
"Now why would I do that?" Kaylee asked with a small smile as she stood up and walked out of the room. "Rach, do you know anything about the old cemetery that was were the main is?" she yelled up the stairs.
"That really old one that's now, like, 10 feet underground?" she called back. Dean glanced at Sam and mouthed the words ten feet over. Sam smiled and shook his head.
"Yeah, maybe a site list or the exact whereabouts." she answered as she leant against the door frame.
Dean looked at how mush she had changed from the little girl that still smiled brightly at him in his memory. She was tall, a woman instead of a girl, and aware of the way she held herself. Dean remembered seeing her in ballet clothes so she probably had some dance experience so that would explain the positioning. But the way she had been brought up, as a hunter, showed itself in her clothes. Straight fitting jeans with biker boats, a holster peaking out from under a plaid shirt and leather jacket combo.
"Dean, did you hear a word of what she said?" Sam asked as he chugged the remains of his coffee and grabbed the jacket he had taken off. Dean blinked and looked up at his brother as he stood up.
"Not a word. What's happening?"
Sam shook his head as Kaylee looked over her shoulder and grinned.
"Were going to the archives to get stuff, I have an access all areas pass cause of who I am." Kaylee repeated so that Dean heard as she pulled on her scarf.
"Where's Rachael going?" Dean asked as the shorter woman went up the stairs.
"To get the pass. She won't come with us, she doesn't like the messy side of a case, just the closure."
A high whistle sounded then the piece of plastic came through the bannister. Kaylee caught it as she turned to grab her keys. She smirked at her brothers faces before she turned the lock and opened the door.
"Coming?"
"How did you catch that?" Sam asked incredulously.
"Magic. Actually no, just good reflexes." she said as she left the house. "Come on."
Sam and Dean followed her quickly, Sam closing the door behind them before catching up as Dean started to talk.
"So, does she know?" he asked. Kaylee looked over at him as he looped his arm around her shoulders and her smile disappeared.
"Know what?" she asked, attempting to avoid the question. Dean looked at her as though she was stupid.
"What we are."
"No. And you aren't going to tell her either." she replied as she ducked out from under his arm.
"You've known her for twenty years, and you haven't told her?"
"Twenty two. And no. A secret's a secret Dean." she replied, barely stopping herself from yelling.
"A relationship is built on trust, Kay."
"Yes, but unlike other people my small secret is keeping her alive."
"Small, you're hiding you whole life. And as for keeping her alive, Sammy still gets nightmares about Jessica."
Kaylee looked over at Sam who was glaring at Dean.
"So you're suggesting that I tell her-what? That I hunt things like Wendigos and Vampires and all the evil things she knows to be false. Are you asking me to shatter her perception of the world and taint it with my bloody one?"
Dean paused and shook his head.
"No, but at least tell her what you are. You've known her for over twenty years for god's sake."
"How would I tell her? If I wanted to, how would I do it?" she asked as she pulled on the ends of her scarf.
"Just talk to her, Lee." Sam chipped in. Kaylee turned to face him, blue eyes watery.
"How? She almost broke up with me over the salt. I don't want to lose her, I can't." she said as a tear fell down her cheek. Sam stepped forward and wrapped her in a hug and Dean joined as she rested her head on his chest.
"I'm sorry." Dean said, his voice low. Kaylee shook her head and struggled out of them before smiling.
"It's alright. Come on, the archives will close soon." she said as she looked up at the setting sky. She lead them down a road in silence, fingering the hard plastic of the pass to keep her focussed.
She pushed open the door to the old building and smiled at the man that greeted them.
"Hello Kaylee, I take it you need help on a case?" he asked as he raised a wiry eyebrow. Kaylee nodded as the man glanced at the two taller men behind her.
"You men are aware that the archives are closed to the public now?" he asked as Kaylee started into the stacks. She turned and called back to the man.
"They're with me."
The man moved aside and Sam and Dean quickly caught up to her.
"What are we looking for?" Dean asked as he started to look at the books and files hastily labelled.
"A list of all the cemeteries, preferably the old cemetery, and the people in it." she replied as she attempted to look at the top shelf which was easily half a foot above her. She gave up with a sigh and walked over to the small stool at the end of the row.
"Why don't you check L, for Laurel Grove cemetery?" She asked as she kicked the stool over to where she was standing. Dean looked between Sam and Kaylee before nodding.
"I'll go do that, you two clearly have some talking to do." he said as he left the row and started looking for L.
Kaylee looked over her shoulder as he left then glanced at Sam who was looking intently at the stacks of books in front of them.
"Who was Jessica?" she asked as she pulled out a folder with cemetery lists as the label. Sam looked up at her.
"She was my girlfriend. It doesn't matter."
"Clearly it does. What happened to her?" she asked as she stepped down from the stool.
"She died." he said as he pulled out another folder labelled cemetery list. "Will this help?" he asked in an attempt to change the subject.
"Yeah it will. How did she die?"
"What makes you think she didn't die normally?"
"This is us, we came out of the womb abnormal." she replied with a small smile that felt inappropriate.
"She was killed, by the demon that killed mom. Hung up above my bed for when I came home."
The file slipped from her hands and her eyes widened.
"Shit, Sammy. Oh I'm so sorry." she stepped over the papers and hugged him, wrapping her arms around his back. Sam hugged her back with his free arm as she rubbed circles through his clothes.
"It's alright, it was ages ago. A lifetime." he added with a laugh as she pulled back. She looked up at him before stepping back and slipping on the papers.
"Crap." she said as Sam grabbed her arm and stopped her from hitting the floor. She smiled at him before letting go and grabbing the papers, putting them in the file.
"You guys cool now?" Dean asked as he walked around the corner with a small stack of papers.
"We were cool anyway, I don't get why you thought otherwise. It was you I wanted to hit." she replied as she picked up the file and started to a small table at the end of the row.
"If you want to hit me then go for it." Dean offered. Kaylee turned around and rested her palms on the table, eyebrow raised.
"Really?"
"Really. As hard as you like." Dean continued as she stood straight and levelled her stance. She pulled her hands to a ready position and tried not to smile.
"You sure about this?"
"Can't back out now." he replied as he put one leg behind the other, making his centre of gravity easier to change.
"Where do you want it? Head, stomach, or shoulder?"
"It's you so stomach."
She leant backwards slightly and pulled her fist up to her hip before going to punch him. He closed his eyes out of reflex as her fist connected with his gut. He stumbled backwards and reached for the stacks as he fell. Sam grabbed him quickly, scooping him up underneath his arms, as Dean opened his eyes.
"And here I was thinking that I hit the hardest in our family. Ouch." he said as he stood up and freed himself of Sammy.
"I've had to deal with some pretty aggressive people in the past. I know how to throw a punch." she said with a small smile as she sat down at the table.
"Did you find anything?" Sam asked as he sat down as well, taking off his jacket and throwing it over the back of the chair. Dean leant against the table and opened the file he had brought with him.
"Yeah, I found this." he said as he moved the file into the middle of the table. "Looks like its a list of people that are buried, what killed them, their next of kin, and where they lived. It's very thorough." he said as he pulled out the third chair and sat down.
"Any nasty deaths?"
"No not really, though a few, and I mean like two, are buried under the road. You find any tragic deaths?" he asked as Sam and Kaylee looked through the files.
"One so far." Kaylee said as she pulled out the paper and placed it on the table, showing it to them with a single finger. " A little girl called Harriet Cropper."
Sam leant over and looked at the paper as Dean turned it around to look at.
"Says she was buried in an unmarked grave in the south part."
"Meaning that she was a slave, or a freed slave." Kaylee said as she continued through the file.
"Who were the two that you found buried under the road?" Sam asked Dean who looked up quickly.
"Oh, right. A man called Gregory Carter, shot in the head in 1907, buried in plot 317 west, in the past of the road that was built a year later. And Siamese twins, Bertha and Cleo, died of natural causes, probably due to being conjoined." Dean said. " Buried together in plot 337 west."
"Alright, so I guess those are some options. I'll go and look for their personal records, can you two see if there are any others we should be looking into?"
"Sure."
Kaylee got up and started down the stack, looking for Cropper, Harriet first. She stood on tiptoe to look at the high shelf, seeing the file she was after. It was thin and all bar empty when she pulled it out. She opened it quickly and looked at the small picture of the girl that was paper clipped to the file. She was young, little over twelve if the data was accurate, and was definitely of colour.
"So, you think were dealing with a ghost?"Dean asked as he looked through the rest of Kaylee's cemetery file. Sam looked up from the paper he was reading and nodded.
"I don't know what else it could be, it sounds like a typical haunting, just a very angry one." Sam replied.
"Yeah, it does. But three ghosts, working together? That sounds a bit odd."
"Our lives are a bit odd Dean." Sam said as Kaylee came back and put three files on the table.
"This is what I could find on them. Seems like Mister Carter had an argument not long before he was shot." she said as she sat down.
"What about the others?" Sam asked as Dean picked up the file and opened it, flicking through the pages.
"The twins seemed to have died from natural causes, but little Harriet. Jeez did she see a lot."
"What happened to her?" Dean asked as she opened the file.
"She was the nursery maid of a rich family from round here. They didn't really like her, but they had no choice to keep her. She was smart, bright little girl apparently, but insolent and questioned what she was ordered to do. So she was beaten."
"Yeesh." Dean said.
"Yeah. That's not even the worst of it. On her last day on this world, she was 11 and her ward, a little girl called Amanda, was 9, she was sent to go and get Miss Amanda from her lessons. Little Amanda had taken a dare earlier in the day that said she wouldn't hit her nurse maid. So she did, little Harriet fell into the road, in front of a full bus. At the time buses were horse drawn, normally by two horses. Little girl got ran over."
"Jesus. Poor kid had it tough." Sam said as he closed the file he had picked up.
"Looks like we've found our ghost." Dean said as he closed his file and stood up. "So, are you going to show us where this has been happening?" he asked.
Kaylee stood up and tucked her chair in.
"Sure, but we'll have to be careful, it's nearly the time that the accidents start to happen. We'll have to be sure who it is though, so I'll try and bribe the sheriff to close the road." she said as she stacked the files on top of each other and gestured for the brothers to get up.
"How are we going to get the sheriff to close the road?"
"Yeah, how are we going to manage that?" Dean asked as he tucked his chair in.
"Mich owes me a favour." she said with a smile as she lead them out of the archives.
"I understand that I owe you a favour, but why are you calling on me at 2 in the morning?" he asked, though he didn't look tired yet, more annoyed.
" 'Cause, Mich, I need that road closed so I,we, can figure out what is happening on that road."
Mich leant against his door and pondered this before standing straight and crossing his arms.
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
"Consider it done."
Kaylee turned around to face her brothers who were stood at the end of the path.
"Oh, wait Kaylee. Can I ask you who these two are?"
"There my brothers."
"I'm pretty sure I recognise them, they have records?"
"They served their time as far as I'm aware." she replied before continuing to walk down the path. "Come on. We have a ghost to find." she said as she pulled her jacket closer.
It wasn't a long walk to the chalk marked spot. Kaylee checked her watch before turning off her torch.
"Couple of minutes. Who do you reckon it is?" she asked as she sat down.
"I don't know, the little girl seems the most plausible." Sam said as he shone his torch around.
"Gotta agree with Sammy, little girl's probably doing it."
"Her name was Harriet." Kaylee said as she looked around and stood up at the sigh of the little girl behind her. "Guys."
"What, oh jeez." Dean said as the girl moved closer to Kaylee.
Kaylee stepped backwards as the dark skinned girl looked up at her. There was dried blood covering the side of her head and running down her arm. Kaylee realised that the girl was moving too late as Harriet thrust her hand inside her. Kaylee let out a curse as Dean shot at the girl as she disappeared.
"Where did she go?" Dean asked as Sam shone his torch at Kaylee who had stared out into the road.
"Kaylee. Crap. She went into Kay." Dean realised as he ran towards her and reached for her. She turned, her eyes a dark gray, and pushed them both away, Sam having started towards her after Dean. They fell to the floor as she stood in the middle of the road, they both heard the sound of a car engine a way a way.
"Kay, get out of the road."
"I can't." she replied, her eyes flashing back to blue. "What's the best way to deal with possession?"
They stood up and looked at each other before replying.
"You have to stay calm." Sam said as she reached for something in her pocket, taking in slow breaths.
"Is it possible to exorcise yourself?" she asked, not looking at them as she pulled out a small bottle of holy water. Dean stared at her in awe as Sam replied.
"Lee, you don't have to do it yourself."
"I do. If you two take a step closer I'll lose control again and I won't be able to do it." she replied as she uncapped the bottle. "Is it possible?" she asked again.
"Yes." Dean replied as he looked down the road, the engine getting closer.
Kaylee started to chant in Latin as she raised her arm over her head and tilted the bottle. A multi layered scream came from her mouth as the water connected with her, her eyes flashing gray before she took in another sharp breath and continued.
"Why isn't it leaving her?" Dean asked as they both watched her.
"Dammit girl, why do you have a trap on you?" it asked using her mouth. She dropped the bottle and kicked it away before her eyes turned blue again and she cursed.
"She has a devils trap on her?"
"Smart kid. Stops others from being possessed."
She picked up the latin where she had left off and got halfway through when the engine rounded the corner, the car coming at her fast.
"Kay."
"Lee!"
She dropped to her knees as the demon came out of her, Harriet running towards the car and pulling the other ghost from the driver. The car stopped a few feet from her and she looked up, gasping for air. Dean and Sam ran to her as the driver got out of the car and walked over to a tree where he threw up.
"You alright?" Sam asked as Dean took off his jacket and wrapped it over her shoulders. She nodded as they looked at her.
"Why the hell do you have a devils trap on you?" Dean asked as she stood up.
"You'll be surprised how many demons have attempted to hit on me, its a lot easier to kill them if one of their hands is attached to your back." she said, her voice cracking. Sam shook his head whilst Dean let out a small laugh.
"Fair enough. Come on, we should go-"
"Wait, I need to make sure this doesn't happen to anyone else." Kaylee said as she walked towards the two ghosts that stood in front of the car.
Harriet was looking at the floor whilst the twins were looking at Kaylee, tracking her movements.
"Hi Harriet, Bertha, Cleo. Why were you killing people?"
"Why is she talking to them, we should salt them." Sam asked as Dean loaded his gun making Kaylee turn at the sound
"Put it down Dean."
"We didn't mean to harm anyone miss. We just wanted to be remembered." Harriet said, the blood dripping from her forehead and covering her eye. Bertha and Cleo nodded.
"Mister Carer made us do it, we wanted the road closed but no one would listen. He said he knew a way. He- he- I'm going to sound mad miss- but he possessed us."
"Trust me, you don't sound mad. I'm talking to the ghosts of three kids if anyone's mad its me." Kaylee replied as she started to walk to the side of the road. "Can you stand off the road?" she asked. They followed after her and the twins crossed the road, Harriet sopped at the edge, unable to cross over.
"I cannot Miss. I'm sorry."
"It's alright, you just need to see this. You all wanted to be remembered right?"
They nodded. Kaylee reached into her pocket and pulled out a small blade. She walked over to the nearest tree and started to carve their names into it.
"What does it say?" Harriet asked. Kaylee turned and looked over at the girl.
"It says; in memory of Harriet Cropper, Bertha and Cleo Samuels, who are buried beneath this road and died on this spot. Never to be forgotten." Kaylee read out as she put the blade back.
"Well, that's one way to be remembered." Dean said as he walked over, gun at his side.
"I'll come back as often as I can, if I cant I'll ask Rachael to do it, I'll bring flowers. Do you have any favourites?" she asked the ghosts.
"Jasmine." the twins said.
"Tulips." said Harriet.
Kaylee nodded and turned to Dean with a smile.
"See, they meant no harm."
"Do either of you see Mr Carter around anymore?" Sam asked as he stepped forwards. They shook their heads.
"He went when she finished speaking Latin. I don't see him anymore." one of the twins said.
"Well that's good. Now kids, if a creepy man that you don't know says he knows how to help yo what do you do?" Dean asked, smirking.
"Walk away." he twins said.
"Kick him where it hurts." Harriet said. Dean smiled.
"That is exactly what you do Harriet." Dean replied as he went to reach his hand out to ruffle her hair. She smiled up at him as Kaylee turned away and started to walk back.
"Hey, you're aware it's nearly four right?" she asked making them both turn to look at her.
"Damn, you're right." Dean realised as he looked at his watch. "Come on Sammy, lets go."
"Just a second- hey, you alright?" Sam asked as he started towards the man from the car. He waved Sam off and he shrugged, turning back to Dean. "Alright. Lets go."
The walk back was short, and cold for Dean as Kaylee pulled his jacket closer over her shoulders. She turned back to look at him as she reached for her keys and opened the door. Rachael stood on the other side, arms crossed.
"Hey, you didn't have to wait up for us."
"I know."
"What's wrong?" Kaylee asked as she took off the jacket and passed it to Dean who quickly put it on. Dean glanced between the two and quickly walked into the living room.
"When were you going to tell me?" Rachael asked as Sam walked past them.
"Tell you what?" Kaylee asked as she slowly took off her jacket and put it on the hook.
"That you're cheating on me."
Kaylee let out a harsh breath of air and dropped her scarf.
"I'm what?"
"You heard me, with your 'brother' Dean."
"Ew, no. I mean he's cute sure, but ew. That's incesty. Why would you say that?"
"You're hiding something, I know it." Rachael said uncrossing her arms and stepping towards her, making Kaylee flinch.
"What would I be hiding, what makes you think I'm hiding something?"
"He, Dean, asked when you were going to tell me."
Kaylee's face went slack.
"You heard that?"
"Yes. You know I read with the window open. What haven't you told me, what is between you two?"
"Th- he said what we are. He didn't mean me and him, he meant all three of us."
Rachael straightened up and looked Kaylee dead in the eye.
"You're cheating on me with both of them?"
"No! I'm not cheating on you!"
"Then what did he mean?"
"You want me to tell you?"
"Yes. Why else would I have asked you?"
"Fine. I'm a hunter."
"I guessed with all the weapons, you seriously hate animals."
"Wha-no. Not like that. I hunt the supernatural, like ghosts and vampires, things that go bump in the night. Shape shifters and demons, why do you think I begged you to let me keep salt by the door?"
"Cause you're a weirdo." Rachael said as Kaylee crossed her arms.
"No. I begged you to let me put it because demons cannot cross over it."
"Well if this isn't bollocks then I don't know what it is."
"It isn't bollocks. This isn't me making some cock and bull story up to cover an affair. This is my life, Rach. My mother died when I was two years old, hanging over my brothers bed, a demon put her there and burnt her alive. I've been chased down my whole life, I've wanted to be normal, but I know that I can never be."
"And they'll agree with this?"
"Yes, Rach. Yes they will."
"Sam, Dean come here."
Dean came out of the living room cautiously followed closely by Sam.
"You guys done having a domestic?"
"Don't push it arse. Is what she says true?" Rachael asked.
"Every word." Dean replied without hesitating.
"So your mom really did die in a house fire."
"Hung up over Sammy's cradle, bleeding her guts out till the demon set the house on fire." Dean replied as Kaylee walked over to him. Rachael was quiet for a moment before looking to Sam.
"So it's true, you guys hunt vampires and werewolves?"
"And everything in between." Sammy replied as Dean hugged Kaylee.
"Pack up Kaylee, I want you gone."
Kaylee turned around to face her before nodding.
"I'm sorry, I should have told you."
"Yes, you should have. I still love you, but I need time."
Kaylee nodded and started up the stairs, pushing open the door to their room and grabbing a bag. She opened her wardrobe and started to pack as much as she could before grabbing another bag and throwing her weapons inside. She picked them both up and walked to the bathroom, grabbing the few things she needed before zipping up the bags and walking down the stairs.
She stopped in front of the door and grabbed her jacket, pulling it on before reaching for the keys in the pocket.
"Here." she said, holding them out for Rachael to take.
"Gimme the car keys, keep the others."
Kaylee sighed and took the car key of the chain before gesturing for the boys to come with her.
"Coming? Or do I have to break into the impala?"
Dean stepped forwards and opened the door whilst Sam took a bag from her and followed Dean.
"Oh, Rachael, I promised a ghost that I would bring them some tulips and some jasmine as often as I could. Can you do that, please, as the last thing I ask of you?"
"Sure." Rachael replied. "Where?"
"Where the accidents where happening."
"Is it safe?"
"It is now. So long as they're remembered."
"Okay."
"Good bye Rachael." She said as she closed the door and caught up with Sam and Dean.
"Road trip time?" Dean asked as he looked down at her.
"Yeah."