Sam could see that they were getting nowhere. Dean was reluctant to leave the bar, and the blonde was ogling him with no amount of restraint. Packing his book bag, he stumbled outside, narrowly avoiding a run-in with a pack of bikers. Heading north, he came across the road heading to the cemetery. It was a mangled road, lined with willow trees and hemmed with somber lilac bushes. A sign read simply "Rosewood Cemetery".

He tromped up the lane, texting Dean his location and intentions. Without a reply, he shone his flashlight on the remaining headstones. Hearing the rustle of leaves behind him, he swiveled and almost blinded the young lady with "Rosewood Tours" typewritten on her shirt.

"What the hell?" she crossed her arms over her face and glared. "Shine that somewhere else."

"You do tours?" Sam asked sheepishly.

She stretched out her hand,

"For a price."

--

Sam opened the curtains, letting in the harsh mountain sun. Dean swore and pulled the sheet over his head.

"Sun's up, sleeping beauty. Get your ass out of bed."

"Whatever" Dean mumbled, burying his head farther under the pillow.

"Got some new information on the hot assed ghost chick."

Dean groaned.

"Ok. Spill."

"Around the same time that she was found, there was a cult who specialized in witch hunting and black magic. They 'supposedly' experimented on them with blood rituals, spirit summoning, and 'soul-searing'."

"Soul-searing?"

"They tried to pull the souls out of the victim's bodies, using various methods of torture and exorcisms."

"Exorcisms? Those are only for demons."

"They altered them, and, well…the results weren't pretty. It drove them insane."

"What does this have to do with the dead girl?"

"She might not be doing the killing." "You think the cult's still active?"

"They never caught anyone"

"This isn't our job, Sam! We work with the supernatural, not the superstitious!"

"They're killing people, Dean. Are you seriously going to say that it isn't our problem?" Sam rose, taking full advantage of his height, leering over Dean threateningly.

Dean relented, not having much choice when he sat in the shadow of Sam.

"I hate cults. That last one you dragged me into sucked."

"That's only because you pissed them off."

"Those bitches strung me up and tried to sacrifice me to SATAN!"

"You insulted the head priestess."

"We were two consenting adults, Sam. That did not justify trying to suck out my soul!"

"It was karma. Finally biting you in the ass."

"Thank you, Sam. That's very reassuring."