ACT TWO

The three Winchesters walked down the stairs of a white house, exiting it, as Dean was on the phone with Bobby, "We're in Jackson. It's not pretty. He looks even worse than Olivia. What about you?"

"I checked on Carl Bates and R.C. Adams. They've redecorated... in red."

"What the hell is going on here, Bobby? Why did a bunch of ghosts suddenly want to gank off-duty hunters?"

"I don't know, but until we find out, you three better get your asses to my place."

"We're on our way." Hanging up he turned to his sister, "You better call Asa and have him meet us at Bobbys. Somethings targeting hunters out there."

"On it."

Later on the three of them pull up to a stop at a service station. Angel gets out and starts putting gas in the pump. Sam got out and walks to the restroom while she is pumping. Dean is fast asleep in the passenger seat of the car. After Sam was finished he started washing his hands in the bathroom, when he breathes out her breath is visible. The bathroom mirror covers with foggy mist, which Sam wipes away, confused, with his hand. He is startled to see Henriksens reflection.

His face pales at his glare, "Hi, Sammy. It's been awhile."

He remembers the last time he seen him, when they defeated all of Lilith's demons in the precinct, or thought they did, "Henriksen. Are you- Did you…?"

"I didn't survive... if that's what you're asking."

Sams jaw tensed, "I'm sorry."

"I know you are."

"Look, if we'd known Lilith was coming-"

Henriksen angered and his voice rose, "You wouldn't have left half a dozen innocent people in that police station to die in your place? You did this to me. It was your fault. She was after you, and I paid the price. You left us there to die!"

Henricksen attacks Sam, grabbing him hard, and throwing him around. Sam turns his head slightly and notices a small brand on Henriksen's hand. Sam is then thrown against the mirrors and Henricksen knocks Sam's head on the sink. He falls to the ground just as Angel runs in and shoots at the ghost who immediately disappears.

"Holy hell…" Angel huffed, "Was that who i think it was?"

"Yeah…" Sam scoffed as she helped him up

"Cmon. We need to get to Bobby's ASAP." She said a bit freaked out

After the attack, Dean sped the impala along the road trying to get to Bobby's as fast as possible. Angel is in the passenger side on the phone as Sam sat in the back with bruises all over his face.

Angel huffed as she re-dialed Bobby's number, "He's still not answering his phone. Somethings up."

Dean turned, "How you feeling, huh? How many fingers am I holding up?"

Sam looked up painfully at him and scoffed, "None. I'll be fine, Dean."

Dean scoffed this time looking from Sam to Angel and back to the road, "Henriksen? You guys really seen him?"

"Oh yeah." Angel scoffed shaking her head, "He was dead and a little more than pissed off."

"Well what did he want, Sam?"

"Revenge," Sams face dropped, "'cause we got him killed."

Deans face hardened, "Sam."

"Well, we did, Dean."

Dean nearly growled, "All right. Stop right there. Whatever the hell is going on, it's happening to us now, okay? We can't get ahold of Bobby, so if you're not thinking answers, don't think at all."

Once at Bobbys...

The three Winchesters enter the house, guns cocked and ready, "Bobby?" Dean called

Angel walked deeper into the house and came across an iron poker on the ground, she sent a grim look to her brothers

Dean gestures to the stairs, "I'll go. You two check outside."

Sam and Angel walk through the junkyard and Angel motions left, "Let's split up. We'll find him faster. I'll meet you back at the house in a few minutes."

Unbeknownst to the both of them Bobby is trapped in a car with the two ghost girls, who are keeping him quiet. Angel trudged forward, missing him, "Bobby? You out here?"

All of a sudden her breath became visible and the hairs on the back of her neck and arms stood on end. Slowly she turned around and was met face to face with a young woman with shoulder-length brown hair. Angels brows rose as she recognized the girl, "Meg."

"Angel Winchester." She smiled, "I'm surprised you remember me. This isn't the look your use to." She motioned to her body, "This is what I looked like before that demon cut off my hair and dressed me like a slut." Angel tensed, "It's okay, I'm not a demon."