I can't believe you talked me into bringing her.

Dean, we can't just keep them locked into the bunker until they're old enough to leave! And why are you suddenly that upset? You weren't that mad when Evangeline went on a hunt with you.

Sam said to his brother.

Yeah, but that was supposed to be a one time thing and it was only because I related to her not wanting to be stuck reading all those boring books.

You know I can hear you right?

I asked. Dean answered my question by a frustrated silence. I sighed and turn to Sam, since his brother visibly didn't want to talk to me.

So, what's the case? Why are we going to Catskill?

An old friend of Dean called and asked for our help.

And why did he think he needed the Winchester help?

This time it was Dean-o who answered.

Well, he didn't say much on the phone, I'm sure we'll get more detail once we arrive, but first…

Dean turned into a parking lot and stopped the car.

What are we doing here?

If you're going on a hunt you're gonna need some protection.

He said as he got off of the car. I followed him and realised that we were park just in front of a tattoo shop. I froze for a moment realising that they wanted me to get an anti-possession tattoo. Only a few minute later, I was laying down as a needle repeatedly interred and exit my skin letting in his way a path of black ink in the shape of my least favourite sygil… Man, it hurt like hell and it took forever to be finished. I'm ashamed to say it but I couldn't hold back a few tear. I just couldn't control myself! I tried not to, but it was useless. Once the torture session ended, I found myself looking at the reflection of my back. The tattoo was just below my neck and my flesh was still red-ish around it due to the pain. I sighed. We got back in the car and I took my new phone. Evangeline and I managed to get one from the Winchester after whining about it. I text Feather and ask her if everything was okay. She didn't respond right away.

Let me fill out the blank for you. Yesterday, I asked my brother about Evangeline's location spell idea.

That could actually work… and, lucky you, I do have a angel location spell, but I'll need some things first.

Number one, he would need some time to gather the ingredient; whish meant getting him out of the dungeon. Number two, he needed the presence of one of the angel's vessel; whish meant that Evangeline would have to tag along. We talked about it a lot, but after reflection we decided that it was worth the shot. I honestly thought that she wouldn't accept it, but it looked like she was more desperate to get her grace back, than I first taught. Before leaving I made sure my brother promised to come back inside the bunker when the time would come, he also wasn't allowed to hurt Evangeline (obviously) and he wasn't supposed to leave her sight. Feather seemed to be doubtful about his sincerity, but I made sure there wasn't any loophole in the contract I made.

What, you don't trust your dear brother?

He said.

Just making sure.

While Feather was escaping with my brother, my job was to make sure to warn them if the Winchester came back sooner. I didn't want to know what would have happen if the Winchester ever learned about what we did. Of course there was still Kevin, but since he stayed in his room all day long studying the tablet, getting Crowley out shouldn't be much of a problem… At least I hope so… Evangeline text me back, she was already out with Crowley, and so far everything was fine. I sighed… I looked outside the impala's window and let my thought fly. Once Evangeline got her grace back and once Crowley will have take hell back, I think I'm gonna start over. Found a job in a small town and study, grow up, find love, have the life I never could have. Maybe I could write books and I could have my little house with a little garden and everyday I would go out and water the flower. A few rock song later we arrived to Sonny house's for boys. It looked like a nice place. We got out of the car and Dean stared at the house, like if old memory were trigger by the view.

You were here for two mouths and dad couldn't find you?

I turned around to Sam, than back to Dean.

Oh no. He found me. He found me quick. But he left me here cause I lost our money.

What a douche I wanted to say, but I wisely kept myself from insulting Sam and Dean's dad in their presence.

You were sixteen, you made a mistake.

Yeah, I made a mistake. Look, I know how you think. None of it was dad's fault.

Dean then left towards the house, preventing any further argument. Sam followed his brother and I was close behind. Dean knocked and a lady in her fifties opened the door, but kept the net shut.

Hi.

Simply said Dean-o. The lady looked at the tree of us and said:

What can I do for you boys?

I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam and…

Dean looked at me for a moment than said:

This is our niece Barbara. We're old buddies of Sonny's.

She crossed her arms and asked:

Prison buddies?

Dean frowned and his brother cleared his throats uncomfortably.

No, said the older brother, you mind telling him that we're here?

The lady looked at us one last time, but finally nodded and opened the net door letting us inside.

I just mopped this floor, so you take off those roach stompers.

She said, before leaving, probably looking for Sonny. We got ride of our shoes.

Sonny's an ex-con, huh?

Said Sam, on a reproachful tone.

What, and we're such angels? Trust me; he's more than made up for it.

Replied Dean. I looked at the two brothers silently. I felt kind of out of place with them and their drama… The inside of the house was rusty, but it had its style. The walls were somewhere between yellow and green, and many diplomas like frames and medals were hooked on it. The floor was in wood and it smelled like dust. On my right, a staircase and on my left some old pink sofa, a carpet and some small table formed the living room. Dean walked toward the sofa and looked at it. I frown; it was the first time I saw him like that. All the anger and mistrust in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by sadness, regret but also happiness. When Dean realized that I was staring at him, his face immediately went back to normal.

What are you looking at?

He asked, frustrated.

Nothing.

He groaned lightly and walked away. A man entered the room smiling, he had a horseshoe moustache that was turning to grew along with some of his hairs that he had tie into a horse tail. He worn glasses and behind them were two sparkling blue eyes. Dean's face lighted up when he saw his old friend.

Dee-dawg!

Said who I presume was Sonny.

Sonny, good to see you!

Hey, you two brother.

They hugged, happy to see each other after all this time. Sonny gaze came across the younger brother and he said;

This must be Sam.

Good to meet you.

Sam politely said as he raised his hand. Sonny shook it and said:

Back at you brother.

Sonny than looked at me, visibly waiting for an introduction. I opened my mouth and struggled to form a sentence. It was Sam who rescued me.

This is Barbara our niece.

Sonny came to me and shook my hand.

Pleasure to meet you Barbara Winchester.

I didn't have to look at Dean to know that hearing this irritate him, at best. I just forced a smile and thanked Sonny. Eager to change the subject Dean said:

So, farm looks, uh, nice.

Oh, please, man. It's barely standing. Only got a handful of kids working around here now.

Why's that?

Because these days, the system would rather incarcerate a boy than redeem him.

I liked him.

Hey, Sonny, uh, y-you mind if we talk alone?

I frown and realized that the lady who opened the door was now cleaning a table in the next room. Sonny turned around and said:

Hey, Ruth, would you, uh, please go check on the boys, make sure their morning chores are getting done?

Ruth looked at us and left reluctantly.

All right. So, what's happening?

Asked Dean.

Well, you remember Jack, don't you?

Yeah. The, uh, though, old leatherneck.

Mm-hmm. Well, somehow, that ancient, rusty, broken-down tractor just roared to life and ran him over the other night.

Maybe… Maybe it just, uh, slipped out of park or something.

Said Sam.

Couldn't have. You know I never… I never believed any of this mumbo-jumbo stuff you boys are into, but… something ain't right.

What do you mean?

Well, just things started happening… You know, lights flickering on and off, strange scratching sounds coming from inside the walls, windows and doors slamming…

All right, said Dean stopping Sonny, you think you can round up the boys while we take a look around?

Well, that shouldn't be a problem. Most are home on break… well, except those with no home worth going to.

Dean nodded and Sonny left. I turned to the Winchesters and said:

This place is screaming ghost.

Yeah, all right.

Said Dean, he turned to his brother and added;

Why don't you take the house? I'll check out the barn.

And where should I…

Dean left. I bite my tongue and Sam turned to me and handed me over an E.M.F. machine.

Here, take this. I'll take the first floor, why don't you go upstairs?

Okay, thanks.

I walked up the stairs and opened my E.M.F. The machine suddenly started beeping and flashing. I hit it and it immediately stopped. Weird. I walked around, but found nothing worth mentioning. Not long after, I couldn't resist picking up my phone. Once again I text Evangeline and asked her if everything was okay. This time she responded immediately.

«Everything's fine.

Hello, sister dear. You can stop worrying; your precious little angel is with me now, so… what's the worst that can happen?

Crowley stole my phone. You're brother's a douche."

I chuckled and put my phone back into my pocket.

Hey.

I blenched and turned around. It was Sonny.

Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

Oh, it's nothing. I'm just jumpy today.

Mm-hmm… How old are you?

I'm… sixteen.

And your parent let you go on ghost hunt with your uncles?

… My parents are dead.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. I never met them.

Well, that's just making me sorrier.

I chuckled.

I know it's none of my business, but if you want to talk about something, people often tell me that I'm a good listener.

That's kind, but I don't really have anything to confess.

… Okay, than. I just wanted to make sure. I always ask kids if they have to talk about anything. Most of them don't talk first, but almost all of them end up talking.

Did Dean open up?

Sonny looked at me for a moment.

Dean… was a though kid. Maybe if he had stay longer, but even though he talked to me about some things, I know he never told me everything… and I fear that, even today, he prefer to lie than to tell people how he really feel. Like when he told me you were his niece.

I stared at Sonny open-mouth.

Anyway… If you ever change your mind you can always come to me.

He said as he left, leaving me and my emotion alone. I didn't know how to react, so I just stood there until Sam came to me. A few hours later, I found myself digging a grave with the Winchester. Apparently, this dead guy was very angry at Jake the human kebab because of some reason, I didn't really listen. All I knew is that I hated digging up grave, it's hard, it's dirty and it stinks. It was such a relief when we finally hit the coffin. The two brothers salted and burned the remains. I looked at the fire and asked:

So… Is this it?

Yeah, pretty much.

Next morning, whish was like three hours later, we went eat breakfast at some restaurant. I was sleepy, but I didn't say anything. We were hitting the road tomorrow back to the bunker, I haven't told Feather yet, but I still had time. The waitress came and ask us what we would like to order, I was about to answer coffee and some pancake, but Dean was faster.

Bet you never thought you'd see me here, huh?

I turned at Dean and frown. He knew the waitress? He looked happy, like a dog when their master came back from work. Robin (that was the waitress name, I knew it cause she had those little badge with your name on it thingy.) looked confuse.

Hum… look, I'm a little bit slammed right now. Do you guy want to hear the special.

Dean moved his shoulder and charged back.

Robin… Dean Winchester.

Robin looked at Dean clearly not remembering him, but he didn't stop there.

Uh… I used to live up at Sonny's.

Oh! Oh… Uh, look, sorry. There's just… There's so many boys that pass through there, it's… It's hard to remember every… every name and face.

Ouch. Dean looked down.

Yeah. Uh, no. Sorry, I just… I remember you coming up there with your mom. She'd give me guitar lessons. It's, uh… It was a long time ago.

Sam looked surprised.

Yeah, mom… She loved helping out the boys. I guess that's why I kept giving lessons after she passed…

There was an awkward silence, until some other waitress called Robin. She quickly excused herself and left. Sam looked at his brother and said:

Dude…

Let's go.

W…?

Dean took his things and left. Sam and I practically had to run to catch him back.

What was that?

Nothing.

Said Dean as his phone started ringing.

Nothing? Well, obviously it was something… Who was that waitress?

I said it was nothing, all right? Drop it.

He repeated as he answered his phone.

Sonny… What?!

Ruth was dead. She drowned in her bath… Sonny told us that he tried to save her but he couldn't open the door.

Lock?

Asked Sam. Sonny shook his head.

There's no lock on the farm.

I sighed. We weren't done with this place…

Wait… so, that means that we dug up this grave for nothing?

The Winchester didn't answer. I sighed even louder, still tired from the exercise.

Sonny, is there anything else weird you can remember?

Asked Dean.

Cause we're not chest-deep in weird already, boys?

I know, I know… I mean anything… really.

… There was one thing. Ruth always had her rosary beads with her, but now I can't find them anywhere.

Weird… why would a ghost stole a rosary?

All right. Um, let's start with the vics, okay? Said Sam, I mean both lived in the house. They both, uh, worked closely with the boys. All right, why don't go have a chat with the rug rats, see what's up?

Yeah…

Dean left and Sam turned back to Sonny.

Hey Sonny, you got any employee records on the victims?

In my office, let's do it.

And that's what we did. We walked up to Sonny's office, but before we could arrive Sam stopped at the frame on the wall, those that I had already notice earlier, but haven't really paid attention to.

Sonny, what is all this?

It's our hall of fame. We had some pretty great athletes come through here, including your brother.

He pointed at one of the frame inside was a paper with Dean Winchester name written on it and as Sonny was about to say, Dean was champion of the 135-pound wrestling of Sullivan county. I looked at those prizes; all of them had been hook proudly on the wall. Like a parent would put their child drawing on their fridge. And even though I didn't want to admit it, I felt jealous. I shook my head and as I was about to walk away I heard a scream coming from outside. I rushed towards the sound, closely followed by Sam and Sonny to found a kid cowered on his bleeding arm. One of his friend was looking at him his face was pale and it contrasted with the few drop of blood that were covering it. Near the boys, there was an upside down working lawnmower. I felt a chill down my spin as I understood what just happened. The boy was quickly sent to the hospital and luckily for him his hand would be like new after some time. The kid's friend told us that something blocked the lawnmower and when they looked what it was they found Mme. Ruth's rosary breads. Than the lawnmower just magically start working again.

Those boys, they were bullying Timmy earlier.

Said Dean.

Yeah, speaking of Timmy, I found his file and it says that Timmy was found in an abandoned building about a year ago, all by himself. No one was sure how long he had been there.

And what about his parents?

Well, they posted a picture on the internet, but no one ever showed up.

Than what is he doing here, shouldn't he be in an orphanage?

He kept running away from child services. So about three months ago, Sonny offered to take him in.

All right, so hard-ass counsellors, bullies all bite the dust, but Timmy's still standing. So, what are we talking? We got ourselves a Damien on our hands?

No. EMF rules out a demon. So… probably ghost possession.

Meaning what, we find Timmy and shove a fistful of salt down his throat, forced ejection?

Sam raised his shoulder. Dean sighed and before leaving he said;

You're taking the barn this time.

Sam went to the barn, Dean had the first floor and I was once again on the second floor. Looking for Timmy. I got upstairs and walk for a bit, I felt weird… like dizzy. But it was probably only due to the lack of sleep. After looking in each and every room, I walked back and just down stair, I saw Dean pulling Robin out of the house. The door immediately closed itself.

I'm sorry.

I turned around and saw Timmy standing in the hallway.

Sorry about what Timmy?

I can't stop it.

Some random jar flew trough the air missing by an inches Dean's head before crashing against the wall. Robin screamed and Dean immediately led the team towards the back exit. Object were flying from right to left and I got hit on the shoulder by some lamp. The exit door was lock too.

Damn it!

Shot Dean. He turned to the kitchen's shelf and grab some salt, threw it at Sam and said:

Circle.

Sam started making a Salt circle. Seem like Casper relaxed a bit, since less and less object were trying to kill us.

Dean, W… What just happened in there?

Asked Robin.

You've never seen a ghost before sweetheart?

I said sarcastically.

- Okay, said Dean, listen to me, whatever happens, you stay inside this circle.

Robin looked at the circle confuse.

Understood?

She nodded.

Dean…

Said Sam looking over his brother shoulders. I turned around and Sam Timmy, holding his Thor like toy.

I can't control her.

He said.

Can't control who?

Timmy stayed silent and it was Sam who spoke first:

Your mom, right?

Sam walked up to the kid and said in a comforting tone.

Timmy, listen, we need you to tell us about the fire, okay?

It was late and we were driving home when we crashed in the woods… Everything was on fire… But she saved me. Pushed me out… Before the car blew up… With her in it.

But that's not all, was it?

I ran through the woods. I found an empty building, where I hid. I was scared. It was dark and cold. So I cried. I cried for my mom. And then she came.

But she had changed, right?

Timmy nodded.

I'll bet she gave you that cool action figure, huh?

Asked Dean.

Yeah, when I turned 9.

Timmy… I'm gonna need that action figure.

Suddenly it appeared. Timmy's mom's ghost. All her skin where burned and her eyes were filled with blood, but I didn't had time too look at her more since she walked toward Sam.

Watch out!

I screamed as I pushed away Sam's massive body, taking the hit at his place. I flew across the room and ended up crashing into some door. I felt a pain run trough my back and let out a groan. Dean attacked the ghost with some iron bar and it disappeared. Dean immediately took Timmy's toy who screamed for him to give it back, but he didn't listen. He opened the oven and put the figurine into the fire. The toy slowly melt away under Timmy powerless eyes. Sam pushed him and Robin inside the salt circle he than came too me and help me join the other. As I crossed the salt line I felt nausea and I fell on the floor.

You okay?

Asked Sam.

Yeah… I think I just hit my head really hard.

I looked at the toy, it was all gone now, but wind came out from an open window and destroyed the circle.

Look like it wasn't the action figure that was anchoring her here, Dean.

Well, then, what was it!?

There was a silence, but I already knew what Sam was going to say.

Timmy.

Jonathan. Suddenly, he suddenly popped into my mind. This man I killed back when we were hunting a blood guard, I killed him because it was the only way to get rid of the monster. I looked at Timmy and felt disgust at myself just for thinking about it. I wasn't that demon anymore. I could never cold hearted kill an innoncent.

This is… This is crazy…

For Robin, it was too much; she turned around and left ignoring Dean who was shooting at her to come back.

Damn it.

The older brother ran after his old friend. Sam sighed and turned too Timmy.

Listen, Timmy, we're gonna need your help. I need you to focus, okay?

The mother appeared just behind Sam. I took what was left of salt and throw it at the ghost, It was less epic than Sam and Dean's salt shotgun, but it did the job. Sam quickly look behind his shoulder and thanked me by nodding his head. I forced a smile as the brother went back to talking to the kid.

Look, we are not here to hurt you.

All of a sudden, I felt something against my throat. The ghost appeared in front of me strangling me and preventing me from talking. Sam was just there, but I couldn't even scream for his help. Was I going to die like that?! I didn't had time to worry much about it as Dean came back and hunt the ghost away with his iron bar.

I can't stop her.

Timmy, you have to try!

Dean was abruptly pushed against the wall, the shock made him drop his weapon. The ghost than turned to Sam and proceed to throwing him on me. Making both of us unable to help.

She came to you when you cried out for her. Managed to say Dean. Now, you have to tell her to stop and go away!

She's my mom.

She's a ghost!

Timmy, because she can't move on, she's going crazy. Okay? You got to let her go. You'll be okay… Listen to me. Sometime you got to do what's best for you, even if it's gonna hurt the ones you love.

Timmy hesitated a moment, but finally got up.

Mommy… Stop it.

He weakly said.

Timmy, kung fu grip!

Said Dean, I looked at him confuse, but he wasn't paying attention to me right now.

Mommy, stop it! Stop hurting people!

His mom looked at her child and all of a sudden we could breathe again. The ghost open her arm as if she wanted a hug from her son, but Timmy didn't moved.

You have to go. Never come back…

She didn't move.

I'll be okay. I promise.

The rotten and burn flesh that was covering Timmy's mom disappeared into the air. She now looked completely human, evens a pretty one. She smiled and began to cry.

I love you, too.

Said Timmy. The ghost vanished into some bright light and I could see her soul leaving this realm. Timmy ran too Dean sobbing and the Winchester did his best to comfort him. The hunt was over… I went back into the Impala and waited their for the Winchester to finish having their emotional moment. I almost forgot to text Evangeline. She told me that she was already heading back, everything was fine and she had a location for her grace. I was happy for her.