A/N: Back from my road trip, had an awesome time. Sorry I couldn't update, no internet. Enjoy and please review:)

Sam stared his brother down, the last traces of sleep fading from his consciousness. "Dean, what the Hell are you doing?" The other two EMTs, a small guy with military-cut brown hair and a tall girl with long blond hair. One look at the giant –and pissed- new co-worker, and they quickly made themselves scarce, leaving Dean to explain things to his brother. They were certainly not expecting him to be in there, and the idea of what would have happened if he hadn't been enraged him.

He grabbed Dean by the arm and dragged him out the back door, water gun still in hand. Sam was still barefoot and the gravel of the back parking lot bit painfully into his feet, but he was too angry to care. "Dean, I asked what the Hell you were doing. Although it seems fairly self-evident, I'm hoping for a logical explanation."

Dean dropped his eyes. He actually had a logical explanation, a plan even. But Sam wasn't going to like it. Scratch that… Sam wouldn't like what it seemed like he was doing. Sam was gonna go freakin' postal when he heard Dean's plan. "Um… It's not what it looks like?" His sasquatch of a brother lived up to the nickname by growling –actually growling at Dean- so he figured he should start from the beginning. "Okay, look… You're not going to like this I know, but hear me out…"

"I'm listening…" Sam said, although his voice suggested otherwise.

"Well, uh…" Dean winced. He was never one to look for the best words, so it was best if he just spit it out. "This thing just attacks when the girl's pissed, right? So, the quickest way to see what's going on is to piss her off. See for ourselves what she's- what's happening."

Sam face was already tightening in anger, more so than it had been. "Are you completely insane?" Sam asked in a completely level voice, which was kinda scary with the amount of anger in his eyes. "I mean, seriously unhinged? Forget what the hell are you doing, I guess the question of the day is what the Hell were you thinking?" Sam shook his head. "Not that there aren't a million problems with that plan, but did you happen to forget what happened to the last people who pissed her off?"

Dean shrugged. "I still think it's her. And you were watching her, and if she tried to do anything you'd stop her."

Sam rolled his eyes. "And if it's not her?"

"Then I'd stop whatever else it might be."

Sam wished he had a better response than rolling his eyes. This idiocy really called for it. "Dean, this is idiotic. We have no idea what we're up against, let alone how to fight it, or what or who is behind it. Provoking it at this point is just stupid."

Dean grinned. He was going to win this one. "Not true, Sammy. We have different opinions as to what it is, but we have two very clear thoughts. I suspect your girl's a witch, partly because your taste in women recently just suggests there's something wring with her… kidding!" He added when Sam smacked him in the head, just a little harder than playfully. "And you suspect a…"

"Vengeful spirit. Danni is simply a coincidence, or maybe the spirit feels sorry for her. Or maybe the same people who are picking on her are the ones who pissed off the spirit to begin with."

"Okay, one vote for a witch, one for a vengeful spirit. Either way, we know how to deal with it."

Sam gritted his teeth. He didn't like this. He didn't like Dean messing with this already tormented kid, and he certainly didn't like Dean baiting whatever was killing people. "It's not going to do me any good to ask you to come up with a better plan, is it?"

One side of Dean's mouth drew up in a weak smile. "If there was a better plan, you would be telling me rather than asking me."

Sam didn't like this. In fact, he completely shared Dean's bad feeling about this. But Dean was right. It was the best plan they had. Piss it off themselves, before someone less prepared did so and hope it didn't catch them at a bad moment. It sucked, and especially since it involved further traumatizing Danni. "You're right. At least until I come up with a better plan. Just… uh… don't get yourself killed, alright? And can you try to take it easy on Danni?"

Dean looked at Sam, seeing how difficult it was to use this girl as… what? Bait? Or to simply try to piss her off enough to try to kill them? Dean sincerely hope he was wrong here, just because he didn't want Sam to have to deal with having picked the wrong girl again. The thing with Madison had really messed him up. "I'll do the best I can. And I'll try to keep the rest to less vicious means. These people are pretty sick. I'm almost ready to say that if Danni is killing these guys off, she might just be justified." He fired his water gun onto the white gravel. The stuff that came out was dark red and looked like-

"Dude! That's not…"

"Blood? No. Food coloring. It would freak her out though to wake up wet and covered in it."

Sam's mouth set in a grim line. "It's not her. But when this is over, I want these guys in a back alley for about fifteen minutes. This isn't right!"

Dean nodded. "IF there's any left…"

"I don't have a crush on her…" Sam said randomly. "I just…" He wasn't sure how to explain his feelings. "She is fighting all alone, and needs…"

"What? A hero? A white knight to save her from the evil co-workers?"

Sam snorted at Dean's classification of the situation. "She needs a friend."

Dean couldn't even come up with a snide remark for that. He simply nodded, and turned to walk back into the building. Suddenly he remembered something. "Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell Danni to toss her water bottle, not to try to drink anymore. Open a fresh bottle and don't leave it unattended."

"Why?"

"You really don't want to know…"