It had been almot two months since the whole succubus incident. We were currently hunting down one nasty spirit. We had found out that the spirit was that of a serial killer who liked to torture his victims for weeks before he'd kill them. Supposedly the guy killed himself in his attic and they never found the body.

Sam and Dean went in the front while I took the back. The door was unlocked and I opened it quietly. We searched the ground level and found nothing. They told me to check out the basement while they headed upstairs. I opened the basement door and crept down silently but what I found I wasn't really expecting.

Standing in the middle of the basement were two geeks decked out with cameras, night vision goggles, EMF reader, the works, but no weapons. They hadn't noticed me as I walked up behind them, gun raised just in case. When they did see me they started screaming loudly.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." the one kept saying over and over again.

"Please don't kill us." the other one begged as they held up their hands in defense.

I heard the guys rushing down the stairs, obviously they had heard these losers squealing like school girls.

"What happened?" they both yelled before they even hit the basement stairs.

The one guy was still chanting while the other was more calm but still scared. That chanting guy was really getting on my nerves so I hit him. I didn't hit him hard, just enough to shut him up.

"Oh thank God!" The other guy yelled seeing Sam and Dean behind me. "You gotta help us this bitch is crazy, she hit Ed."

I went to lunge at the other guy for calling me a bitch but Dean caught me around the waist. That just pissed me off even more.

"Dean Winchester if you don't let me go right now I swear you'll be coughing up blood for a week." I threatened.

He let me go but Sam stood in front of the guy so I couldn't attack him. The one thing I couldn't handle was when someone called me a bitch. I decided I should probably calm down before I killed someone. I picked my shotgun up off the floor, which I had dropped in my anger and walked up the stairs and into the living room. They all followed me up, the nerds being careful to stand behind the guys.

"Thanks man." the guy I tried to attack said to Dean.

"You're lucky she gave up."

"She doesn't look all that tough." he whispered.

"I should warn you that I still have a loaded gun and while it won't kill you it'll still hurt like hell. Oh and I have really good hearing." I said with a smile. "So I take it you guys know each other?" I asked Sam.

"Yeah we've met, they're ghost hunters."

"Well that certainly explains the apparel."

"Why in the hell did you hit me?" the guy supposedly named Ed asked me.

"You wouldn't stop saying oh my God."

All of them were standing opposite me and they noticed when I cocked my gun and looked behind them as I shot the ghost, making him disappear for the time being.

"Who are you?" the so called ghost hunters asked me in unison.

"Kylah Cooper, you?"

"Well I'm Ed Zeddmore and this is Harry Spengler." the guy I hit said.

"I wish I could say it's nice to meet you but it's not and you should leave."

"Ky, there may be a problem with that." Sam said as he opened the front door to reveal a brick wall.

"Right, so Kylah you and Harry take the upstairs the rest of us will take down here. I got a feeling we're gonna have to bust down the walls?" Dean ordered.

"Wait why me?" Harry asked referring to having to team up with me.

"Because she's less likely to hit you than Ed." Sam explained.

Harry reluctantly followed me up the stairs to search the rooms. He looked scared as hell and was paranoid to boot. Why did they have to be here? They had no idea what they'd gotten themselves into. I walked into the first room and turned to him.

"Do you know how to use a shotgun?" I asked.

"Well yeah, me and my dad go hunting all the time."

"Good. If you see the ghost shoot it, if you shoot one of us, well let's not get into that yet." I said handing him my gun.

"Why are you giving me the gun?" he asked taking it.

"Because I've got to kick in the walls."

"Right."

I prayed that he hadn't lied and he really did know how to handle the gun, I'd hate to get shot while lives were at stake. We went through each room one by one and had just started searching the last one. I kicked a hole in the drywall and the smell hit me like a tidal wave. It wasn't the smell of decomp, it was more like polyurethane and I knew we'd found the body. I was about to yell down to the guys as I turned around and came face to face with the ghost. Harry had noticed it too and fired at him but he dodged and the rock salt hit me square in the chest. Thankfully he was smart enough to shoot the ghost before making sure I was okay.

(A/N: Chapter title song by: Brooks & Dunn!)