Hey! it's short i know. it's as hard for me to not post as it is for you to not get anything. sorry!

1 month later

We'd gotten a call for a job in Florida. Simple gig that was even supposed to pay a little. We were only in the town for an hour when Dean got a text from Dad. It was another case.

"Well which job do we do?" Dean asked.

"Both of them." I said. "I mean they're both important. People are in danger."

"Well we can't be in two places at once." Dean said.

"Duh. Do the math dude. Three of us. Two jobs. Plus the coordinates are barely an hour from here. I'm not seeing a major problem."

"You think we should split up?" Sam asked.

"Ding ding ding! Tell him what he's won Bob." I said mockingly. "Seriously. It's not that complicated. You guys go to the other job. I'll do this one and take the bus or something and meet up with you."

Sam looked at the map. "Are there any buses that go…"

"Hold on a second. We don't need a bus because we're not splitting up." Dean argued.

"Dean," I said, "Neither of these gigs can wait. So unless you have a better plan we'll split up. You know what? Why don't we vote on it? All in favor of doing the jobs one at a time, putting people in danger and losing out on money that we really need, hands up." Dean reluctantly raised his hand. "All those in favor of splitting up, AKA the good plan, raise your hands." I shot my hand up. Me and Dean both turned to Sam. "You didn't vote Sammy."

"Um…" Sam scratched his head. "Well… I mean… I just uh…"

"SAM!" we both said.

"I think we should split up." Sam finally said.

"What?" Dean said.

"HA!" I gloated. "Two beats one. Looks like we're slitting up Dean."

"Fine." Dean caved after thinking about it. Then he pointed at me. "But you're not the one staying."

"What?" I asked. "But it's my plan. That's not fair!"

"Life's not fair." Dean said. He began packing a bag for his job. "And besides you're too young to go on a job by yourself. You two better hit the road. I'll meet up with you by tomorrow night. Make sure and call me. And take care of each other." He ordered.

We made it to the other town by nightfall. The coordinates led us to the town morgue. Sam whipped out the laptop and looked for anything unusual. "No way!" he said.

"What?" I asked. "Is it a haunting or something?"

"Or something. Bodies. They're missing."

"People are stealing bodies from the town morgue?" I said. "Ew."

"I don't think it's that simple." Sam said. "There were night watchmen on every night and look at this." I walked over to the computer. Sam zoomed in on a picture of the crime scene floor. "Do you see what I see."

"Ashes." I thought about. Often ghost and ghouls left behind traces of ash and soot wherever they'd been. "Someone's taking dead man walking a little seriously. So you wanna go check out the crime scene?"

"Um did I not JUST mention the night watchmen?"

"Like a couple of rent-a-cops ever stopped us before." I smiled.

"You're starting to sound like Dean."

"Oh, we should tell him about this and see how his jobs going." I went to the phone. I got his voicemail. "Hey Dean. It's us. We're fine, we're just checking in. We're starting on this case. Looks like it might be a good one. Anyway, call us back when you get this. Love you."

"Voicemail?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." I said. "Second time."

"He's probably just working which is what we should be doing."

Me and Sam snuck into the morgue. We looked around and took pictures of the ash. We were about to sneak back out when we heard feet shuffling toward the door. We hid just in time for the door to open. We were surprised to see a female corpse walk into the room. We jumped out and Sammy was about to shot her with rock salt, but I stopped him. "Wait!"

"What?" Sam asked. "Why?"

"He's saying something. Could be a clue."

We listened and the cadaver whispered " Dr. Stevens." It repeated the name over and over, then without warning burst into flames.

I looked at Sam "Okay so… our kind of job?"

"Oh yeah."

We were both exhausted. We went back to he hotel room and got some sleep. The next morning I woke up before my brother. I went and got breakfast. When I came back Sam was on the computer. "Whatcha got?"

"Well," Sam said. "I looked it up. There doesn't seem to be any Dr. Stevens' working at the morgue, but there is a doctor named Steven. I checked up on him. Apparently his mother died about two months ago. Hacked into her file and it seems like no female corpses have moved out or been buried since she came into the place. Then I remembered reading in this Steven's file about him going on leave right after his mom died. He was talking about bringing her back to life and magic or something. The morgue put him on medical leave for a few weeks until he got better."

"Maybe we should pay the good doctor a visit." I suggested handing him some food.

"Yeah." Sam agreed. "Oh and I sent Dean a text about what's going on."

"Did he call back?"

"Ah, not yet." He bit into his bagel.

"You're not-um- you aren't worried are you?" I asked.

Sam looked up at me. "No-wha-About Dean? No. Of course not…Why are you?"

"Well," YES! I HAVENT SPOKEN TO MY BROTHER IN A DAY! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU! Is that what I wanted to say? DUH. I couldn't say that though. I mean this whole splitting up thing was my idea and I couldn't be the crybaby who got scared every time Dean wasn't around. "No. I'm not worried." I said. "I just um… So what are we going to do about this doctor?"

We went to the doctors house. Luckily he wasn't there and we snooped around. This guy was absolutely nuts! He had pages of books and photocopies all over his room. He had journals everywhere with pictures and sketches on them. Finally in his bedroom was a huge alter. The symbols on it looked Incan but we weren't sure. We went to the library to check on it. They were Incan. Sam discovered similar symbols that connected to some type of ritual to awaken the dead. After looking through thirteen of Dr. Crazy's journal, I finally found one with some words in it. "Oh my God." I said. "Apparently this guy wasn't your ordinary desperate kind of crazy Sammy."

"Sounds like standard desperation to me. He just wanted to bring back his mother." Sam said.

"Yeah, but it's not so standard to be the one who killed her."

"What?" Sam asked.

I held up the journal. "Oh yeah. According to this, this guy found out about the ritual and KILLED his mom to test it. Only thing I don't get is why his mother hasn't been going for any walks. I mean she's still stuck in the morgue. And why are these people turning to ash?"

"I don't know." Sam said. "But I think tonight we should interrupt his little séance and ask him."

Me and Sam went back to the house and set up cameras. We staked out his house. He came home at around six. "I don't know Sam. He's not doing any weird to me." Sam said. "He's eating dinner and doing laundry. Not really evils favorite pastimes."

"Would you look at the guys house? Not exactly normal either." I said.

"I know, but there's a difference between crazy and evil. Maybe this guys just…" He was about to finish when the doctor went to the alter and began chanting. I looked at Sam and raised my eyebrows. "Oh would you just shut up."

"I didn't say anything." I said innocently.

"Well wipe that smile off your face, will ya? We have work to do." Sam said getting up.

We stormed into the doctor's house and alter space. "Who are you!" He screamed. "What are you doing here?"

"We know what your doing Steven." Sam said.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The doctor denied.

"Dude you're chanting in a room covered with paper standing in front of an alter. It's a little impracticable for us to believe you don't know what we're talking about." I said.

"So what are you two?" He asked. "Scully and Molder or something?"

"Listen Steven, what you're doing is wrong and it needs to stop." Sam said calmly.

"Wrong." Steven said. "Wrong? I'm talking about bringing people back to life. It could open up an entirely new door for the world as we know it when it finally works. Right now I cannot seem to put my mother's spirit into the right body. But once I do I wont have to keep destroying the other bodies and my mother will be alive again. And together we will make billions." He chuckled

" Oh man, don't laugh. It's so 'stereotypical crazy villain'." I said.

"You don't understand. No one understands." He said. "I am going to be famous. But of course I cant have you too running around with my secret. You'd take all the fame yourself." He lunged at Sam. Sammy tried to fight the guy off. You ever notice how crazy people always somehow have superhuman strength. What is up with that? I waited until I had a clear shot and nailed him with the rock salt. I mean he was human, so it wouldn't kill him. But trust me it hurts like a bitch (just ask Dean). Sam was able to hold him down and knocked him out.

"Nice Punch." I said.

"Nice shot." Sam said. "But maybe you should try not badgering the crazy doctor next time."

"I know. I know, but come on man. He cackled."

"I know!" Sam said. "I heard it too!"

"So what do we do with him?" I asked. "I mean I give him fifteen minutes at most until he wakes up."

Sam took out his phone. "Well… what do you say we call the cops. They'll show up, find the crazy doctor in his weirdo lair/house, we leave his journals out with the whole killing mother confession and let them make the arrest?"

"I guess we could do that." I said.

"You have another plan?"

"No. It's just not very often that the bad guy doesn't end up as a rotting corpse or at least dragged back down to hell." I sighed.

"Yeah well believe it or not he's human."

We followed Sam's plan and hung around just to make sure he didn't talk his way out of it or anything. Once we got back to the hotel I took a shower and was about to get ready for bed when my phone buzzed. It was a voice message.

"Becca." It was Dean's voice. He was nervous. "Sam's phone was busy. This case is… I had to call…Be careful and listen to Sa…" He kept fading in and out. "Be caref…Becca I need you to stay with Sam…" Then the message cut off. I couldn't breath. I gave the phone to Sam.

"What does it mean? I can't understand him! He keeps fading and I don't know what he wants us to do and what if he needs us there now and we can't…"

"Becca calm down." Sam said hugging me tightly.

"I can't." I cried. "I can't. I mean Sam this is exactly what happened with Dad. He missed a couple calls. No word from him. And then there was that message and he was gone. I can't lose Dean. I just cant!" I was shaking. "We should have NEVER split up! He knew. He knew it was a bad idea and I argued with him and now he could be lost or hurt and it's all my fault and…" After that I was incoherent. Sam was talking to me. Trying to calm me down, but I just kept thinking. "This is all my fault." Me and Sam packed up quickly and got on the road. We headed back to Florida. Back to Dean.