After we came back to the motel room, we decided to do more research. Sam sat on the bed, looking through Dad's journal. "We can't just waste it with a head shot?" Dean asked. Sam looked up at him with a frown, "Dude . . . You've been watching way too many Romero flicks."

"So, you saying there's no lore on how to smoke 'em," I said, crossing my arms across my chest. "No, Scar, I'm telling you there's too much," Sam said. "I mean, there's a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing them." He got up, "Some say - setting them on fire, uh, one said, where is it? Right here. Feeding their hearts to wild dogs. That's my personal favorite." He shut the journal close. "I mean, who knows what's real and what's myth?"

"Is there anything they all have in common?" Dean asked. "No. But a few said silver might work," Sam replied. "Silver's a start," I said as I sat up on the bed. "Yeah," Sam agreed, letting out a huff. "But now how are we going to find Angela?"

"We've got to figure out the person who brought her back," Dean said. "Any ideas?" Sam asked. "Hey," I started, making my brothers to look at me. I got up and picked up Angela's diary from the nightstand, "I think if it's not her dad it might be that guy Neil."

"Neil?" Dean and Sam asked at the same time. "Yep," I said. "How'd you come up with that?" Sam asked. "Well, you've got your journal, I've got mine," I said, smirking as I opened the diary and showed a page to Dean. He looked at the page and started to read, "'Neil's a real shoulder to cry on, he so understands what I'm going through with Matt.'"

I closed the diary, "There's more in here where that came from. It's got unrequited Duckie love written all over it," I said. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean he brought her back from the dead," Sam said.

"Hmm. Did I mention he's Professor Mason's TA? Has access to all the same books," I said, raising an eyebrow. Sam looked at me impressed and Dean scoffed, "Guilty for me."

... ...

We waited for night to fall before we headed to Neil's house. We quietly got inside after Sam unlocked the front door and looked around with our eyes. The house was dark and quiet, it looked like no one was at home.

"Hello? Neil? It's your grief counselors - we've come to hug," Dean comment, his voice echoed through the house. I pulled my gun that was full with Silver bullets and nodded to Dean.

"Silver bullets?" Sam asked, looking at my gun. "Yeah, enough to make her rattle like a change purse," I said before we started to walk through the house with me on the lead with the gun. Dean tapped my shoulder and then nodded his head to the window, where the three of us saw a wilted plants. We exchanged a look before continued to walk.

We stopped by a closed door and Dean nodded at it. "Unless it's where he keeps his porn . . ." He trailed off. Sam opened the door and I jumped right in, aiming my gun at the stairs. I lead the way down the stairs with Dean and Sam behind me as our older brother also pulled out his own gun.

We reached to the bottom to a basement, the room was with a bed and it was empty. "Sure looks like a zombie pen to me," Dean said. "Yeah. An empty one," Sam said. "You think Angela's going after somebody?" I asked.

I watched my older brother walking to the other side of the room, where there was a loose grate and pulled it aside. He turned to me and Sam, "Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches."

"Look, smartass, she might kill someone. We gotta find her, Dean," Sam said. "Yeah. All right. She, uh, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right?" Dean started. "Yeah," Sam and I said at the same time. "Well, it takes two to, you know, have hardcore sex," Dean said.

I rolled my eyes while Sam shook his head. "I don't know, it just seemed that, uh, Angela's roommate was broken up over Matt's death," Dean said and I realized what he was going at. "Yeah," I agreed. "As like, really broken up."

Dean nodded, "You know what I'm getting on," He said. "She's going after Lindsey," I said before the three of us rushed up to the house and out, climbing into the Impala. We sped up to Angela's house and climbed out of the car before running to the house. We broke in and rushed to the living room as we heard noises. I aimed my gun, seeing Angela holding Lindsey on her hair and holding up pair of scissors. Dean and I both shot Angela on her back and she let go of Lindsey.

She turned around and I shot her in her chest. She screamed before she turned around and ran out through the opened window. I quickly ran after her, ignoring my brothers calls.

I stopped and aimed my gun again as she continued to ran but then stopped myself from shooting. If I will do that, it wouldn't stop her and it will be just a waste of bullets. "Bitch," I mumbled before a hand grabbed my shoulder.

I looked over and saw a pissed off Dean, "What the hell was that?" He snapped. I shrugged, "She wouldn't stop if I shot. Waste of bullets," I informed before starting to walk back to the house but then Dean grabbed my shoulder again, making me turn back to him. "That's not what I mean," He hissed. "Now, don't you ever run like that without backup. Got that?"

I huffed, rolling my eyes, "I can take care of myself, Dean," I said. "No you can't," He disagreed, pointing a finger at me. "You listen to me right now, Scarlett Winchester; this is the first and last time you running after supernatural things on your own, do you understand?"

I clenched my jaw tightly, not replying and just staring at my older overprotective brother. "Do you understand?" He repeated, staring back at me. "Yeah," I muttered, rolling my eyes as I looked down at the ground.

"Good. Come on, get you ass back to the house," Dean ordered and we walked back inside through the window, where Sam was trying to clam Lindsey down. "That dead chick can run," Dean said. "What now?" Sam asked. I crossed my arms across my chest, "I say we go have a little chat with Neil," I declared.

After getting Lindsey to calm down and convinced her not to tell anything about us, we got back to the car and headed to Neil's office. I was sitting at the back seat, Dean was driving and Sam was at the passenger's seat with the journal opened.

"So the silver bullets, they did something, right?" Sam asked. "Yeah, something, but not enough," I informed. "What else you got?" Dean asked our brother. Sam looked back at the journal, "Um, okay, besides silver, we have . . . nailing the undead back into their gravebeds. It's mentioned a few times. It's probably where the whole vampire staking lore came from."

"Their gravebeds? You serious?" Dean asked. "Yeah," Sam conformed. "How the hell are we going to get Angela back to the cemetery?" I asked but Sam just shrugged. "Super," Dean muttered sarcastically.

Soon we reached to Neil's office and walked in, seeing him sitting on his desk in the dark. He looked up at us with a frown, "What are you guys doing here?" He asked before his eyes shifted to me, "Who are you?"

"No one," I said, crossing my arms across my chest as me and my brothers reached to his desk, "You know, I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you - you take the cake," Dean comment.

Neil frowned again, "Okay. Who are you guys?"

"You might want to ask Angela that question," I said. "What?" He asked, confused. "We know what you did. The ritual? Everything," Sam said. Neil let out a scoff, "You're crazy."

I clenched my jaw tightly before leaning forwards, resting my hands on the desk, "Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy?" I shot back. He swallowed slowly, staring at me. "When someone's gone they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff," Dean said.

"Angela killed Matt. She tried to kill Lindsey," Sam informed. Neil looked at my brother, confused, "I don't know what you're talking about."

That was it; I snapped. I stomped over to the other side of the desk and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up, "No more crap, Neil! His blood is on your hands," I hissed. "Now. Me and them can make this right, but you've gotta tell us where she is. Tell us!"

He stared at me, "My house. She's at my house," He informed quietly. I let him go and he fixed his shirt as I felt my brothers' eyes on me. I ignored their stare and looked at the corner of my eye at the window, spotting several potted plants that were dead.

I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them, looking back at Neil, "You sure about that?" I asked. He nodded, looking around nervously. I looked past him and saw a closet that it's door was closed. I sighed, that chick was probably inside and lover boy just can't get that she was dangers.

I looked back at Neil, getting in idea but hopefully it will work. "Listen. It doesn't really matter where she is. There's only one way to stop her." I walked back around to stand beside my brothers, "We've got to perform another ritual over her grave, to reverse the one that you did." I nodded my head to them towards the closed and they nodded, understanding what I was doing.

Dean looked at Neil, "Yeah, we're going to need some black root, some, some scar weed, some candles . . . It's very complicated, but it'll get the job done." I looked at Neil, "She'll be dead again in a couple hours. I think you should come with us." I stared at him, hoping he will come with us or else he will be dead. "I'm serious, Neil. Leave with us. Right now."

He shook his head, "No. No." I looked down, nodding slightly before looking back at him, licking my lips and Dean leaned forwards, "Listen to me," He whispered. "Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad."

"Guys, let's go," I said, pulling Sam's and Dean's arms before we walked out of the office.

After thinking of a plane as we reached to the graveyard, we went back to Angela's grave and we started to light candles. "You really think this is going to work?" Sam asked.

"No, not really," Dean said. "But hey, it was the only thing I could come up with. You guys didn't really thought about something," I remarked. "We did," Sam said with a frown. "Like what?" I shot back, raising an eyebrow.

Suddenly there was a noise, making us all look up and towards the sound. We exchanged glances before Sam got up, pulling out his gun. He walked to the direction of the sound, leaving me and Dean alone.

We both nodded to each other before getting up. We went to the trees, waiting for Sam to come back. We heard a gun shut and knew Sam found Angela. I glanced at Dean as he pulled out his own gun and he nodded to me before we saw Sam running back to the grave.

We saw Angela running after him and then she tackled him. He landed hard on the ground and she grabbed his head. Dean aimed his gun at her and shot, making her to let Sam go and get up. She turned around to us and Dean shot her several more times until she fall straight back into her open grave, landing in the empty coffin.

I pulled out the long metal stake and ran to the grave, sliding the last length on my knees and diving into the coffin right before she was about to get up. I buried the stake in her chest, pinning her in and she screamed.

"Wait, don't -!" I ignored her and pinned the stake further in. She gasped one last time, then went limp as her eyes closed. I stared at her, panting and then got up. "What's dead should stay dead," I whispered.

...

It was early in the morning by the time we finished to put the dirt back over the grave. "Rest in peace," Sam said, panting. "Yeah," I mumbled. "Yeah. For good this time, okay?" Dean said.

The three of us grabbed our jackets from the ground before turning around and heading back to the Impala. "You know, that whole fake ritual thing, luring Angela into the cemetery? Pretty sharp," Sam complimented. "Thanks," I said, smirking slightly.

"But did we have to use me as bait?" He asked. "I figured you were more her type," I said and Dean scoffed, "Huh. You know, she did had pretty crappy taste in guys," He said and I giggled.

"I think she broke my hand," Sam grumbled. Dean and I let out a chuckle, "You're just too fragile," I teased. "We'll get it looked at later," Dean said before turning around to look at Mary's grave, pausing while Sam and I stared at him. "You want to stay for a while?" Sam asked. "No," Dean replied after a moment.

He turned back around and walked to the car with Sam following. I stared back at Mary's grave for a moment before walking back to the car. We dropped our things in the trunk of the car before Dean shut it closed and we climbed in. I stared out the window as we pulled out.

... ...

I didn't knew how long I was staring between my brothers or then out of the window. I was in deep thoughts; Me dying and then Dad brought me back. When I pinned Angela down like that, I didn't care. She was a monster. She wasn't good like Lenore and her vampire friends. They were different. Angela wasn't. She begged but I didn't thought to let her live. What if I was like Angela? Was I really different?

I swallowed, suddenly feeling sick. "Dean, can you stop the car?" I asked. He glanced at me through the mirror, "You alright?" He asked. "Yeah, just - stop the car, please," I said as I looked back out the window.

He pulled the Impala across the road to stop and I climbed out. I took a deep breath, staring up ahead. I heard the doors opening but I didn't turn around. "Scar, what is it?" Sam asked gently.

"Nothing," I mumbled, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets. I let out a heavily sigh and licked my lips, fighting back my tears. "I just . . . Needed some air."

"Shorty, come on. Talk to us," Dean said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. He pulled me with him to the hood of the car and we sat down on it. Both my brothers sat at both my sides and I took a deep breath.

"It's my fault," I said. "What is?" Sam asked softly. I didn't looked at any of them and just looked down. "Dad. It's my fault he's gone," I said. "What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

"Back at the hospital . . . I made a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later Dad's dead and the Colt's gone," I said, fighting the tears and I swallowed slowly. "Dean, you thought so too. So have you Sam."

"Scar -"

"Dad's dead because of me," I cut Sam off. "I never should've come back. It wasn't natural. And now look what's come of it. I was dead. And I should have stayed dead."

"You weren't dead," Dean disagreed. I finally looked up at him, biting my lower lip and then licking it. "Dead or Dying . . . It's the same thing," My voice creaked. "You were right to look at me like that for a week." I nodded, swallowed. "I did killed Dad."

"No, hey, Scarlett," Sam said, making me look at him. "No one is blaming you for that. We are not blaming you for that." I looked back at Dean and he gave a small nod. "He's right, shorty," He agreed, wrapping back his arm around my shoulder. "The only thing that took Dad was that demon."