"Wait, what's a Planeswalker?" Dean asked inching towards her with his gun still pointed at her chest.
"I'm sorry." The girl said with a slight southern accent trickling through her words. "I suppose I should start from the beginning. My name is Jezebel Walters,"
"Wait, the girl in the Coma, that's you?" Dean asked cutting Jezebel off midsentence.
"Of course, her body has been in a coma Dean, her soul has been stuck in this house for the last Ten year. But why is your soul here instead of with your body?"
"Well that is kind of a long story," Jezebel said with a sigh, "I woke up one morning and I was looking at myself sleeping, at first I thought it was just an out of body experience but then they started to happen more frequently and I quickly got more powers then I was able to handle."
"More powers like what?" Dean asked vigilantly cocking his protruding eyebrows inquisitively.
"I began to see creature that appeared to be human for what they really were, I could also control spirits to a certain degree. Stuff like that."
"That doesn't explain why you are stuck here." Sam commented
She folded her arms across her chest before she continued, "Oh right, so in order to keep myself in my body I would wear an Iron necklace. Unfortunately my necklace was ripped off and apparently my spirit is more attached to that then it is my own fucking body so here I stay trapped with that damn Necklace." She said angrily and by the time she had finished she was pacing back and forth in the small space in front of the window.
"Why are you killing the trees?" Sam asked lowering his gun.
"I'm not. The ghost is." Jezebel responded. "Ok so the story goes that Abigail Blight lived here a couple hundred years ago with her Family, she was supposed to marry a boy, but he loved another woman."
"Oh, the sudden but inevitable plot twists." Dean said jokingly and Sam gave him a disapproving glance.
Jezebel laughed but continued on with the story. "So the boy asked Abigail to meet him at sunset by her favorite Peach tree, she graced him with her presence and he strangled her to death."
"So where's her body." Sam asked earnestly.
"That's the thing, it was never found, just like my necklace, or all the missing kids, they just disappeared. Personally I think he buried her by her tree. Why else would she be killing the trees?"
"Great." Sam said frustration leaking into his voice. "How they hell are we going to find her bones?"
Well I guess it's lucky for you that I'm here then isn't?" She said cockily placing her hands on her hips.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked agitatedly.
"It means I see things for what they truly are; I can tell one peach tree has been tainted with from a hundred others." She said a small smile playing at her lips.
"Wait are you saying you can see where her bones are buried?" Sam asked Jezebel.
"If that's true why haven't you salted and burned them?" Dean asked pointing the gun directly at her head.
"Your right, I'm sorry I didn't do that with the Salt that I can't touch." Jezebel said staring at his gun. "Spirit." She said pointing to herself. "All I could do is stop her from killing people and wait for someone else to come along. Someone like you." She said smiling.
