Supernatural: Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things
A/N: Sorry, I meant to post this chapter yesterday, but it's been a crazy week and I was taking care of my nephew yesterday, which is tiring work sometimes, but also fun at the same time.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.
CHAPTER TWO: THE UNDEAD ARE WALKING
"So I gave them up unto their own hearts lust: and they walked in their own counsels."
Psalms 81: 12
The next morning found Dean, all alone, breaking into Angela's home. He poked around and examined a photo of the dead girl; he glimpsed the reflection of a young woman with long black hair, and was wearing a pale pink tank top and pink poka-dotted shorts, just before she saw him – it was the roommate, Lindsey.
"Who the hell are you?" she gasped, scared; not waiting for an answer, she turned and shut herself in her bedroom.
Dean put down the photo and moved toward the door. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on!"
`"I'm calling 9-1-1!"` Lindsey threatened.
Dean froze, not getting any closer, and did some quick thinking. "I'm Angela's cousin!"
`"What?"` Lindsey asked, confused.
"Yeah, her dad sent me over to, uh, pick up her stuff," Dean lied, "my name's Alan? Alan Stanwick?"
Lindsey slowly opened the door and stared at him, unsure. "Her dad didn't say that you were coming."
"Well, I mean," said Dean, holding up a set of keys. "How else would I have the key to your place?"
Dean handed Lindsey, who was now dressed, a kleenex, since she was crying, and he was feeling slightly uncomfortable.
"So. I'm sure you got a view of Angela that none of her family got to see," he said casually. "Tell me, what, what was she like? I mean, what was she really like?"
"She was great," Lindsey answered, sniffing. "Just great. I mean she was so…"
"Great," Dean finished, resisting a sigh. 'Fantastic.'
Lindsey nodded. "Yeah."
"Yeah," Dean echoed, handing her another tissue. "Here you go. You two must have been really close, huh?"
"We were," Lindsey confirmed. "But it's not just her, it's Matt."
"Who?" Dean asked.
Lindsey looked at him oddly. "Angela's boyfriend."
Dean gave a goofy smile. "Right, Matt. What about him?"
"He killed himself last night," Lindsey explained, touching her own throat. "Cut his own throat. Who does that?"
"That's terrible," Dean tsked.
Lindsey nodded. "He was taking Angela's death pretty hard, and I guess…I mean, he'd been messed up about it for days."
"Messed up how?" Dean asked.
"He kept saying that he saw her everywhere," Lindsey answered.
"Well, I'm," Dean said off-handedly, "I'm sure that's normal, with everything that he was going through."
"No, he said that he saw her," Lindsey explained. "As in, an acid trip or something."
"Were Angela and Matt a happy couple?" Dean asked, getting another strange look. "I mean, is there any reason that Angela would be angry with him?"
"What? No, of course not, why do you ask?" Lindsey asked, confused again.
Dean shrugged. "Just asking. Where did Matt live?"
Liz was heading back to the motel room after going across the street to a nearby gas station when Dean pulled up in the Impala and got out.
"Where'd you been all night, Dean?"
Dean didn't answer and headed straight for the door to the motel room. Liz sighed and followed him.
Meanwhile, Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching television.
`"Next, on the Skin channel, Casa Erotica Four. A tale of…"`
At that exact moment, Dean opened the door, startling Sam; he quickly shut off the TV and tossed down the remote.
"Hey."
Both Liz and Dean entered slowly, glancing between the television and Sam.
"What?" Sam asked.
Dean smiled slightly, moving toward the TV. "Awkward."
"Where in the hell were you?" Sam asked as Liz sat down next to him.
"Working my imaginary case," Dean answered, putting his jacket on top of the TV.
Both Sam and Liz sighed. "Yeah? And?"
"Well, you were right, I didn't find much," Dean answered, and both Sam and Liz nodded, sympathetic. "Yeah. Except Angela's boyfriend died last night. Slit his own throat. But, you know, that's normal. Uh, let's see, what else. Oh, he was seeing Angela everywhere before he died. But you know…I'm sure that's just me transferring my own feelings."
"Okay, I get it," Sam said, rolling his eyes while Liz groaned. "We're sorry, maybe there is something going on here."
"Maybe? Sam, Liz, I know how to do my job," Dean scolded. "Despite what you both might think."
"We should check out the guy's apartment," Sam suggested.
"I just came from there," Dean told them, sitting down in a chair and pulling his boots off. "Pile of dead plants, just like at the cemetery. Hell, dead goldfish too."
"So, unholy ground?" Liz asked.
Dean shrugged. "Maybe. I'm still not getting that powerful angry spirit vibe from Angela." He got up, crossed the room to pick up a pink book. "I have been reading this, though."
Sam stared, shocked. "You stole the girl's diary?"
"Dean, I swear you can be a real jerk sometimes," Liz complained.
"Yeah, Sam, Liz," Dean teased. "And if anything the girl's a little too nice."
Sam sighed. "So what do you want to do?"
Dean flipped through the dairy. "Keep digging, talk to more of her friends."
"You get any names?" Liz asked.
Dean laughed. "Are you kidding me? I have her best friend in the whole wide world." And he tossed the book to Sam, who caught it.
Later that same day, the Winchesters went to talk to Neil at his home.
"I didn't realize the college employed grief counselors," Neil remarked as they stood on his front porch, which had several flies buzzing about.
"Oh yeah. Yeah, you talk, we listen," Dean joked. "Or maybe throw in a little therapeutic collage, whatever jump-starts the healing." And winced when Liz elbowed him in the ribs.
Neil shrugged. "Well, I think I'm okay. Thanks."
"Well, you heard what happened to Matt Harrison, right?" Sam asked.
Neil nodded. "Yeah, I did."
"Well, we just wanted to make sure you were okay," Liz explained. "Grief can make people do crazy things."
Neil sighed. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened to him. I am. But if Matt killed himself it wasn't 'cause of grief."
"No? Then why?" Dean asked.
"It was guilt," Neil answered. "Angie's death was Matt's fault and he knew it."
"How was Matt responsible?" Sam asked.
"Well, she really loved that guy," Neil explained. "But the night of the accident she walked in on him with another girl. She was really torn up, that's why she crashed the car. Um, look, I gotta get ready for work, so thanks for the concern, but…seriously, I'll be okay." And he went back inside his house.
Dean turned and shared a knowing look with Sam and Liz. Something strange was definitely going on around the town.
Dean, Liz, and Sam walked away from the house.
"Well, that vengeful spirit theory's starting to make a little more sense," Dean remarked. "I mean hell hath no fury."
"I have to agree on that part," Liz admitted.
"So if Angela got her revenge on Matt, you think it's over?" Sam asked as they reached the car.
Dean smirked. "Well, there's one way to be sure."
"Yeah? What's that?" Sam asked as they got in the car.
"Burn the bones," Dean answered.
"Burn the bones? Are you high?" Sam asked and Dean pretended to think about that. "Angela died last week!"
Dean raised his eyebrows. "So?"
"So, there's not gonna be bones," Sam pointed out. "There's gonna be a ripe, rotting body in the coffin."
"I'm with Sam, that's a dumb idea," Liz agreed.
Dean stared at his siblings. "Since when are you both afraid to get dirty. Huh?"
That night, the Winchesters were digging at Angela's gravesite. Standing next the coffin, Dean cleared the rest of the dirt off and turned to Sam, who was leaning against the side, breathing hard and sweating.
"Ladies first," he said cheerfully and winced when Liz slugged him in the arm.
Sam rolled his eyes and handed Dean his flashlight. "Hold that." Using his Hulk strength,
Sam opened the coffin, wincing in preparation. But it was empty, and they looked at each other. What was going on? Where was the dead body?
That night, Neil unlocked a door and went down to the basement to find Angela waiting for him; she was wearing a white dress and she was pale.
Angela turned and smiled at him. "I missed you." She stood up, crossed the room, and kissed him and Neil kissed her back.
A/N: Ugh, that's just wrong, kissing a dead girl. R&R everyone!
