"So she died," Gypsy said, "Who cares?" Gypsy was going from her toolshed to the car about every 10 seconds, avoiding the Winchesters questions. "Where did you hear this from?"

"People- around town-" Sam said, trying not to let any names slip while also making it appear like it was an issue with the people of Star's Hollow.

"I thought you people were here to look for a house for your grandmother, not to help me work out my issues. My nonexistant isses!" Gypsy snapped.

"Alright then," Dean said, as they walked away from Gypsy's. "We got a little bit." Sam snickered.

"Right," Sam said, "We got nothing."

"We got the lady's name, right?" Dean said. Sam sighed, that was true. A miss Angela Lynn Baker had died about two months prior to then.

"So this Angela lady is our spirit." Dean said.

"Probably," Sam replied. "And now we know it's not a poltergeist, it's a disturbed spirit."

"Now what's making her angry?" Dean said, "How do we stop this?"

"We have to make sure this is the only option. Then we figure out what grudges she might have had when she died."

"Probably with her great-niece. She sure was happy." Dean looked back at Gypsy's car repair center. "Im gonna go grab a beer, okay?" Sam nodded.

"I'm gonna go get the computer," Sam said. Dean went into Luke's Diner.

"What can I get for you today?" The guy in the backwards baseball cap asked, his voice chock-full of sarcasm.

"Luke, try to be nice," Lorelai said to him. She was sipping coffee two seats away.

"Just a beer," Dean said, Lorelai disappeared into the back room to get it for him.

The door rang as it opened. "Hey Lindsay," Luke said as she walked up to the counter.

"Hey Luke, can I get and orange juice and a donut?" Dean looked over at the girl ordering. She looked back at Dean. "Hi," She said to Dean, "I'm Lindsay Lister."

"Im Dean," Dean said offering his hand for her to shake.

"Oh, really?"

"Hey!" Rory was running to catch up with Sam. "Hey, Sam!" He stopped as she caught up with him. "Are you and your brother coming to the haunted house later?"

She was looking up at him with round, full blue eyes. "I... I don't know yet."

"You should," She said. "I'm gonna be working there. You need a costume, though, I'm sure Ms. Pattie will give you one."

Sam laughed, "I don't know about that one." Rory laughed at his expression.

"Maybe I'll see you there then. I'll be dressed up as a vampire." She turned around and walked back into the stables.

"For your grandmother, how sweet," Lindsay said, holding her orange juice. "Well, maybe if you do buy her a house here you could come visit." She bat her eyelashes at him and looked down.

"So where do you normally live?" Lindsay asked.

Dean didn't know what to tell her. He had 50 states to choose from and a pre-rehearsed alibi, but he'd forgotten it. "Um, me and my brother," Dean started before settling on a state. "We live in Chicago. Illinois." Lindsay nodded.

"I've been there once," She smiled. "I wasn't there long, but it was pretty awesome at night." Dean saw Sam heading back across the town square. He nodded. Lindsay clicked her tongue.

"I have to go," Her voice was cold now.

"Hey," Dean grabbed her arm, "why?"

"You hang out with him," Lindsay said. Dean looked at her weird. "You hang out with Dean." Dean was completely confused. "Dean Forrester, my ex-husband." Whoa, this other Sam lookalike had been her husband? She'd been married before? Whoa.

"No, that's my brother, Sam," Lindsay's eyebrows raised.

"Are you sure?" She sounded like she was in the middle of a big April Fool's Day joke.

"Would I lie to you about that?" Dean asked. "I've known him since he was born, I'm positive. Sam, this is Lindsay, Lindsay this is Sam." He introduced them as soon as Sam got close enough.

"You have no idea how much you look like someone else I know," Lindsay said, "I think I've been glaring at you all day and all of yesterday, I'm sorry." Sam grinned.

"That's ok," Sam was kind of confused himself.

"I really do have to go," Lindsay said, "Will I see you tonight?"

"Yeah, of course," Dean said as she walked away. "What's tonight?"

Sam laughed. "The haunted house," Dean's jaw dropped.

"Your kidding."

"She's expecting you now," Sam chuckled. "I sware, Dean, were here less than a week and you've already found a blonde."

Dean smirked. "What can I say, Sammy?" He threw away the beer.

"So, are we really going to the haunted house?"

"We might as well." Dean shrugged.

"Angela Baker is survived by her grand-niece who will inherit all her belongings. She was cremated and her ashes were spread in the Pacific Ocean where she spent most of her life," Sam read out loud.

"There isn't a body anymore, we know that much." Dean said.

"My two guesses are either Gypsy never got one of the possessions she should have or Angela never wanted Gypsy to have something in the first place." Sam said.

They were back at the inn, researching Angela Baker. "This is gonna require talking to Gypsy again, isn't it?" Dean said, groaning and Sam laughed.

"Maybe, Maybe not." Sam said. "We could find someone close to Gypsy. Or talk to someone who knew everything about her."

"Ms. Pattie, maybe," Dean chuckled.

"Rory said she might lend us some costumes for that haunted house later," Sam still couldn't believe Dean was actually going to do this. Or the fact Dean was dragging Sam along with him.

"Whatever, but I'm not dressing up as some fairy or anything like that."

"Why not, Dean, I think you'd look good with wings." Sam had to duck from the pillow flying toward his head.

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