A/N: If I was smart I'd slow this down, because I have even less of an idea where or what the next hunt will be. I'll have to pull out my list... Maybe Big Foot can cause some problems in the Hamptons? It's getting close enough to spring break maybe I'll send them to Miami for something... I don't know. Any thoughts you might have would be nice.

Chapter Seven

"Special situations warrant breaking certain rules, Dean." Athena shrugged as they dispersed from the diner.

"But in a town this small that's unheard of." he argued further. "Aut?" Dean tried to pull Autumn's opinion on the high school couple living together.

"My high school boyfriend was my adopted brother, I don't judge these kids. When your parents aren't around to do their job you have to find security somewhere. Boyfriends are easy prey." Autumn dismissed the topic turning to Sam, the only other member of their group not interested in arguing about the personal lives of their innocents. "We splitting up? Someone here to watch the kids, someone goes and checks the Blake place and someone go dig her up and burn her?"

"The kids'll be fine Autty, if Blake has to watch over the alter and her grave she won't have time to single Emily out." Sam promised.

"Yea, but I can't help but feel like we're missing something." she looked around as if there would be a big blue paw print on something to point them in the right direction.

"Well, lets destroy whatever they've got back at the house, and her body, if she's still around after that…" Athena trialed off.

"We keep Emily with us until we find out what's grounding the bitch." Dean finished. "Now who wants to dig?"

"Not it!" Athena and Sam chimed.

"We did it last time." Athena reminded her elders who were glaring daggers at them.

"Fine." Autumn sighed. "You'd never find the grave anyway." Autumn didn't bother waiting on Dean to not give Sam and Athena the keys to the Impala she just tossed them hers. "If you need us"

"Call. Same goes for you." Sam called over his shoulder unlocking the Mustang. Dean moved to the trunk of the Impala checking to make sure he had everything needed to salt 'n' burn, while the others climbed into their respective rides.

Autumn still wanted to be mad at Dean. It would make things so much easier, after a while they'd fall into some sort of normalcy but she wouldn't have to worry about that little voice in her head. But sitting in the car so close to him that the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, was unnerving. It wasn't surprising though, that he had no idea how to handle this post fight awkwardness. What experience did either of them have with a normal, healthy, relationship?

"You ready?" he asked handing her the gas can, and shovel, careful that they didn't touch.

"Does it matter?" if he wasn't going to jump to fixing things neither was she.

"Aut," he started but she brushed past him. Autumn just wanted to get this girl dug up so Emily would be relatively safe again.

"This is her." Dean knelt down to look at the stone, confirming what she already knew. The headstone was a simple square with Taylor Blake date of death and date of birth engraved in it. No prayer or 'here lays a daughter of Eve', even her family hadn't thought much of her.

"Let's dig."

"Hold this, will ya?" Sam moved the screen door away offering it to Athena, before he started on the lock. "The girls aren't stupid." he said examining the lock, it was heavier duty than needed to keep people out of an abandoned house.

"That's a first for cheerleaders." Athena said with just a touch more sarcasm than necessary.

"Did you really try out?" She made a point of not looking at him, pretending to be sweeping the area.

"In Jr. High, I did. My last attempt to prove I wasn't just Autumn's kid sister."

"Didn't go so well?"

"No, it went great. Right up until the first game. We go out for half time to do our little cheer, I see all those eyes on my and throw up on the Marcy Urban, the lead cheerleader." Athena giggled at the thought. "Mrs. Morton had this huge supper that night, steak, baked potatoes, green beans, fresh baked bread I had three helpings and they covered Marcy. She got me back though."

"How?"

"She got knocked up our senior year, I happened to be in her path as she ran out of lab." Sam smirked hearing the satisfying click of the padlock.

"Come on." the door swung open and on all alerts the two hunters entered.

"Creepy." Athena appraised. There were few differences in this abandoned house, and that's a term that should be used loosely, and Sage's. Most of those differences being in the depletion and symbols drawn on the wall in an unmistakable red liquid.. Broken chairs had been stood back up leaning against each other on the far wall. "Look at that." she pointed to the corner of the ceiling.

"What?" Sam had expected to see something instead there was absolutely nothing in the corner.

"They got rid of the cobwebs." He wished she hadn't moved so far from him, but Athena was now moving freely through the four rooms that completed the house, everyone of which connected. "Think it's real?" she asked fingers hovering just over the red of a particularly badly drawn pentagram.

"I don't know. But they had no idea what they were doing." he looked the walls over with total interest. Beyond a creepy effect, the girls hadn't accomplished much else. At least if you knew what they'd drawn meant.
"They're all guarding, and protection charms." Athena looked at him perplexed. She moved on to a door on the wall left of the front door. "And this is locked." Sam saw her eyes gleam with excitement. "Want to bet what's in here?"

"I'm not betting you anymore." he answered striding to her side. The lock was old and easily overridden. Sam eased the door open, and a stench suddenly assaulted him. The putrid smell of rotting flesh was enough to make his stomach churn. Athena held back waiting for him to enter, he swept his gun over the room, but nothing moved or even offered the hint of a threat. They were standing in a small, windowless bedroom. A large mirrored vanity was pressed against the east wall, a bed directly in front of them, to the left of its head stood a dresser, but the source of the smell was lying on the bed. Pulling their shirts over their noses and mouths, they crossed the expanse between them and the bed.

"Five bucks says this is Emily's missing daddy." Athena brushed her fingertips over the man's forehead making strawberry blonde locks bend against her touch.

"Why would she send us to find her dad?"

"Damn." Athena swore under her breath turning to the open closet next to the vanity. "Did we find our alter?"

Candles melted into place on a turned over wooden crate draped in black cloth, sat under a massive assortment of pictures. Old photographs of Taylor Blake, Ariel Watson, and Gerhard Stienbecker were mixed with those of Faith Forman, and Emily Christy were taped to the wall over a goblet filled to the brim with clotting blood and hair.

"Sam?" Athena reached back catching his hand.

"Why would they have used sod on an old grave like this?" Dean grumbled.

"Someone is hiding something." Autumn answered kicking the sod after they'd dropped it. "See the ground has been turned up." Sure enough, where the sod had been was a what every recently covered grave looks like.

"Who would want to have a face to face with Blake?" he asked reaching for his shovel, even more determined to get this woman dug up and burned.

"I just hope she's still down here."

It took the better part of two hours to get through the shallow grave to the decaying wooden coffin. Neither of the two spoke the entire time, other than swearing and cursing as they preformed the back breaking work. Autumn pulled herself out of the hole giving Dean more room to maneuver. He didn't bother opening the lid instead he kicked through it.

"Much pent up anger, there Dork?"

"Nah." he shook his head. "Hello, Taylor." he crouched down to get a better look at their body. "She looks to be all here." he called up after breaking away more of the coffin. "Let's torch this bitch."

"Gas." Autumn handed him the container. Dean liberally coated the corpse. "Salt." she exchanged the gas can for the salt.

"Hand?" Dean asked standing helplessly in a gas and salt filled grave.

"Hand." she took his arm and drug him out of the hole, quickly rolling out from under him when the collapsed in a heap.

She extracted a match book from her jeans and lighting one dropped them in. A whoosh of hot air escaped past them and the two hunters sat down to wait on the bones to burn.

"Call, Dean." Sam instructed leading Athena back into the front room away from the smell. Rags had been pressed against the bottom of the door stopping the smell. But now the smell filled the whole house. Athena didn't waste time removing her phone and dialing the number. "What the hell is going on in this town?" he ran his fingers through a mess a dark brown hair and Athena watched envying them.

"Dean."

"Hey, we've got a few complications here." Athena said removing her eyes from Sam to pay attention to her phone call.

A/N: again, short. I'm sorry. But I need to get to bed and really wanted to post this tonight. But at least I gave you pleanty to think on for the time being. Much love and thanks for all the wonderful reviews you guys rock!!!