Chapter 3: Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things

Dean's P.O.V.

After the crazy clown hunt I finally got the Impala up and running. The case after that we dealt with a coven of vampires who lived similar to the Cullen's. We even had to step in to stop another hunter, Gordon Walker, from killing them. We even left him tied to a chair for a couple of days. Now we are headed back to Kansas.

"I don't know why you want to visit Mom's grave, I mean after all it's just a slab of granite put up by a stranger." I said. "It's just something I got to do Dean. You can stay in the car if you want while Izzy and I go." Sam said. "Whatever, we're almost there anyway, so." I said. Pretty soon Izzy and I were singing along with Metallica.

After another 5 hours we arrived at the cemetery, I was leaning against the car when I noticed a grave where the area around it was dead. I walked over to it only to see that it was a fresh grave. The grave belonged to Angela Simms. I saw a grounds keeper collecting dead flowers. I walked over to him, questioning the unusual sight.

"Sir, how long ago was that girl buried?" I asked. "Three days ago, Why?" he asked. "Just wondering about the dead ring around her grave." I said. "Yeah, I'm wondering the same thing, we don't use pesticides here at all" he said walking away. I walked back over to Iz and Sam who were waiting for me by the Impala.

"What was that about De?" Izzy asked. "Just asking about that grave." I said pointing at Angela's grave. "Is that unholy ground?" Bella asked surprised. "Did you ask about pesticides?" Sam asked. "Dude, I'm not stupid. The guy has no idea how that ring was made." I said a little frustrated at the accusation.

I climbed into the Impala and waited until they climbed in with me. "Alright, we'll check this out." Sam said defeated. "Thanks, Izzy." I said glancing back at her. She smiled before she started scratching her right arm. "Hey, stop scratching." I said as I started the engine.

I drove to the nearest motel; Sam went to get the room so Izzy and I grabbed what we needed from the car and made sure that it was locked good and tight. "Room 108." Sam said as Iz handed him his bag. Izzy claimed the farthest bed by flopping on it. Thankfully her ribs were fully healed, so she didn't hurt herself.

"So, can we start researching tomorrow, I'm hungry and tired?" Izzy asked. "We can, I'm starved." I said. "I'm in the mood for Chinese, What about you guys?" she asked. I nodded but Sam shrugged his shoulders. Within the next hour and a half we were eating and watching TV. Sam on the other hand was working on something on Bells laptop, seeing as how he hasn't replaced his yet.

Close to midnight I finally went to sleep next to Bella. The dreams I received weren't that much fun. They were filled with blood and death. I only just started having these dreams again, and they sucked. Like usual with these dream I woke in a cold sweat.

Bella's P.O.V.

I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon. I sat up to see Dean cooking in the small kitchen area we have in the room. I got up and grabbed a cup of coffee and watched me eldest brother.

"De, are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah, just felt like cooking." he said. "Bullshit, you had a nightmare didn't you?" I asked. "Yeah, well I don't want to talk about it." he said. "Okay, no need to bite my head off. Is it almost done?" I asked. "Just about, wake Sam would you." Dean said grabbing three paper plates.

Smiling I went over to where Sam was sleeping and jumped on him. "Sam! Wake up, breakfast is done!" I shout jumping up and down on the bed. Sam grabbed my foot and I flipped off the bed. I landed on my feet, smiling because I haven't done that in years.

"God, I forgot about those gymnastic classes you took." Sam groaned sitting up. "Just be glad that it wasn't a bucket full of water or ice." I said going back to the table just as Dean sat the plates on it.

"Dean cooked!" Sam asked surprised. "Yeah, he was the first one up so he cooked." I said taking a bite of the eggs. It was delicious; I forgot that Dean could cook. After breakfast we headed to Angela's dad's office at the college.

When we got there we found that he taught Greek Mythology. He let us in to talk about Angela. First thing that I noticed about Professor Simms office is how much it reminded me of Bobby's library. I looked over at Sam and Dean's faces; they had the same look that I probably had.

"Were you guy's friends of Angela?" Mr. Simms asked. "Yeah, we were in Florida when we heard, we came as soon as we could." Sam said. "That's very thoughtful of you." he said looking at a picture. "Sir, could you possibly fill us in on what happened?" I asked. "She was a mile from home when she crashed. You know, I still call her, and then I remember and hang up. Losing a child is the worst thing imaginable." he said with tears in his eyes. I took that as our cue to get out of there. After that we went to Angela's apartment.

When we got there Dean kept watch as I picked the lock. I was the one that did most of the lock stuff since I was fastest at it. Within seconds I got it unlocked and opened. Angie's place was pretty nice and neat. Too neat for my tastes. That's probably because I live with two men who are slobs. I rounded the corner first only to come face to face with a girl looking at pictures.

"I'm calling the cops if you don't tell me who you are right this second!" she screamed. "Wow, there's no need for that. We're Angela's cousins, I'm Bella and these are my brothers, Dean and Sam." I said calmly. "She's never mentioned you guys before. How did you get in here really?" she asked. "Well, we kinda lost contact with each other a few years back. We got in with the spare key our uncle gave us." Dean said. The girl looked back at the pictures crying again.

"Can you tell us a bit about her? Like you know a side of her that we've never seen before?" Sam asked. "She was great. She had a great boyfriend too. Matt was really broken up about it. After what happened he started seeing her everywhere. And last night he slit his own throat, who does that?" she cried. We left her at it and headed back to the motel.

Sam's P.O.V.

Dean dropped us off at the motel and he left to go search Matt's place. Izzy was watching TV as I was doing research on Iz's laptop. I missed my laptop; Iz's is filled with games. An hour later Dean came back in.

"So, did you find anything?" I asked. "Other than the fact that every ling thing in there was dead, no." he said. "Okay, so whatever is doing this is sucking the life out things." Izzy said. "So we need more evidence, talk to somebody that was close to her." I said. "Way ahead of ya, Sammy." Dean said holding up a notebook. "I've got her bestest friend right here." he said.

"You took her diary?" Izzy asked shocked. "Yeah, why not. 'Evan really understands me, listens when I need somebody to talk to.' I say we go visit this Evan guy." Dean said reading from Angela's journal. "Okay, let's see what Evan has to say." I said.

We left the motel and headed over the Evan's place. When we got there and Dean knocked on the door, our cover this time was grief counselors. Evan let us in and we sat in the living room.

"I didn't know that the college had grief counseling." Evan said. "Well yeah. You can tell us anything at all concerning Angela or Matt's death." I said. "The accident was Matt's fault and he knew it. Angie came over here after she saw Matt in bed with another girl. The jackass decided to come over here and that's when she left. That's why Matt killed himself." he said solemnly. "Well thank you for telling us. We should probably let you go seeing as you have work." I said getting up. We headed back to the motel after that so we could process what we discovered.

"Vengeful spirit, definitely." Izzy said. "Yeah, tonight we're going to go dig her up." Dean said. "Wow, wait a sec, De. There won't just be bones. They just buried her, she's a rotting corpse!" I exclaimed. "Yeah, I know. What, now you're squeamish?" he asked. "What? No!" I said. "Good," he said lying down on the bed for a nap.

Later that night we were back at the grave yard. Dean and I started digging the grave as Bells held the flashlight. It always took a while to dig the graves. Finally we hit the casket and we opened it only to see an empty casket.

"What the hell?" Bella asked. "She was buried four days ago." Dean said staring at us. I looked around and something inside the lid caught my attention. "Iz, give me the flashlight." I said. She wordlessly handed it over and I saw the scratches.

"There is something scratched on the inside here." I said. "Like something trying to get out?" Dean asked. "No, like a spell. Okay, say Angela went after Matt because he cheated on her." I started. "Right the next course is to go after the girl Matt did it with. And I think I know who." Izzy said.

We agreed and quickly filled the hole and went back to Angela's place. When we entered the living room we saw Angela attacking her roommate with a pair of scissors. Angela stabbed her with the scissors as Dean fired a couple of shots at her. When the bullets hit they did absolutely nothing.

After dropping Jill at the hospital we headed back to the motel. "I know what that spell work was now." I said looking at the computer screen. "Well, what is it?" Dean asked. "It's an ancient Greek necromancy ritual." I said. "Well what about the lore on how to kill zombies?" he asked. "That's just it De. Theirs is so much lore that it's damn near impossible to pin down the right one." Izzy said. "Prefect, so how the hell are we supposed to re-gank her?" he asked. "Well if you would let me finish, I did pin down one method most stories agree on." she said. "And that would be what, Iz?" I asked. "Pinning them back in their grave with a stake." she said.

"Good first things first though, we need to find who rose her in the first place." Dean said. "Okay, who do we know that has access to these types of books?" I asked. "Professor Simms." Izzy said.

Bella's P.O.V.

We went back to Professor Simms office to see if he raised his daughter from the dead. He let us in with no problem but Dean went crazy the moment he closed the door.

"Tell me Prof, have you seen your daughter recently?" Dean asked. "What are you talking about?" Simms asked utterly confused. I looked around the room and the plants were living, unlike at the grave or at Matt's apartment. "You know damn well what I'm talking about! What's dead should stay dead!" Dean yelled.

I stepped in between them and looked my eldest brother in the eye. "Dean that's enough, it wasn't him. Look around, the plants are alive and healthy." I said. Dean looked around fuming and stormed out of the office. I gave Professor Simms an apologetic smile before following my brothers out to the car.

"What now, De?" Sam asked as I looked at my computer. "Not sure, Sammy." Dean said. Something caught my eye in the mythology class roster. "Son of a bitch." I said. "What is it Iz?" Sam asked. "How could I miss this?" I asked to myself. "You wanna fill us in?" Dean asked. "Evan is Professor Simms teaching assistant." I finally said.

Dean wheeled the car around and drove back to the campus. Dean parked the car and we went up to Evan's door only to find out that he wasn't home. I picked the lock and entered. What I noticed now that I didn't notice before was all the plants were dead. Sam motioned for us in the kitchen. There was another door that I guessed lead to the basement and it was locked.

I picked that lock and grabbed my gun and descended the stairs first. Dean was at my back and Sam behind him. When I hit the bottom it looked like a place you would keep a zombie. Then we heard movement from upstairs and we hit the kitchen. In the kitchen we came face to face with Evan.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked. "You know Evan, I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you take the cake." Dean said. "I don't know what you are talking about." he said. "Bullshit Evan. What you brought back isn't Angela. You have to put her to rest." I said. "I can't." he said. "Whatever, we'll be at the cemetery undoing what you did. If you decide to join us bring candles and a tablecloth." Dean said and walked out.

"What the hell was that for?" I asked. "I'm guessing he knows what Angela did and she was listening to us." Dean said in the car. "I get it; we're luring her to her grave." Sam said. "Exactly," Dean said.

A few hours past sunset we were back at the cemetery and digging up Angela's grave again. Sam was bait this time. We sat; waiting for Angela to turn up and when she finally did Sam was completely off guard.

She chased him around as we finished revealing her coffin and opened it. "Sam lure her over here!" I yell my gun at the ready. Sam was tackled to the ground and I shot her. The force behind the bullet knocked her back into her coffin. Right as she landed Dean staked her.

Sam was favoring his last hand as we reburied Angela. The sun had risen when we had the hole filled in and headed back to the car. "Dude, I think she broke my hand." Sam said. "Quit being a cry baby Sam. We'll get to the closest hospital. Get Izzy's cast off too." Dean said. "Yes! You have no idea how itchy this thing is." I said climbing in the car.

We got to the hospital and Sam's hand was broken. Within the hour they casted it and took mine off. I couldn't be more happier.