Chapter 26
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Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things
Sam had the stupidest idea in all his life. His idea is to go see Mom's grave, I don't know why he insisted so much to go since she's dead, she won't see us.
"Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid" Dean pleaded Sam.
"Why?"
"Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave, there, there was no body left after the fire".
"She has a headstone" Sam pointed out.
"Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you wanna go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger?"
"Dean, that's not the point".
"Well then, enlighten me, Sam".
"It's not about a body, or, or a casket. It's about her memory, okay?"
Her memory huh? I don't even have one. Excepted the one when we went to our old house when Sam had his vision. When she said my name and touched my check, god… I wish she could be here.
"Hmmmm" Dean hummed looking at Sam.
"After Dad it just… just feels like the right thing to do".
"It's irrational, is what it is".
"Look, man. No one asked you to come".
"No one asked me if I wanted to come" I mumbled.
"Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead?" Dean said ignoring my comment "I mean, we haven't heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down".
"That's a good idea, you two should. Just drop me off, I'll hitch a ride, and I'll meet you there tomorrow".
"Right. Stuck... stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks".
"Guess we'll wait in the car instead" I suggested leaning in the backseat.
I hope, I mean seeing Mom's grave… it's too… hard…
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Once we got to the graveyard, Sam kneels down in front of Mom's grave. I stay back with Dean, staring at the ground. I don't even want to see the stone. Dean walks away leaving me alone, Sam turns towards me making me sign to come and join him. I sigh and kneel beside him.
"Want to say hi?" Sam asked me.
I don't reply. I don't want to hurt his feeling by saying no, anyway, even if I say hi, what difference what it'll make, she can't hear me.
Sam sighs he takes out Dad's tags from his pocket staring the stone. I finally take a quick glance at it 'MARY WINCHESTER, 1954-1991, In Loving Memory'. I wish I could remember her signing to me like Sam and Dean remembers. I look back at the ground.
"Here" Sam said handing me Dad's tags "I think you should have it".
"Why?" I asked him glancing up at him.
"I don't have a good reason, you loved Dad. I think it's a great way for you to still be close to him".
"What about you? How are you going to stay close?"
He smiles sadly "I have my head, and each time I'll see it around your neck".
"Thanks Sammy".
I grab it, looking at it. I wish I could see it on Dad instead, not on me to make me feel close to him. I pass it around my neck playing with the tags.
"I love you Mom" Sam stated looking at the stone.
We stay there for a while, I still don't look at the stone, I don't want to, I don't feel right. I really wish I could believe in the fact that she could hear us, see us and watch over us. But is it really that?
I get up walking towards Dean who's been looking at us. He glances down at the neckless nodding before getting his attention with something else. A dead circle of grace all around a grave, what the hell is that?
"Angela Mason" Dean told us when Sam walked beside me "she was a student at the local college, funeral was three days ago".
"And?" Sam encouraged him to continue as we start walking.
"And? You saw her grave. Everything dead around it, in a perfect circle? You don't think that's a little weird".
"It is kindda weird" I agreed.
"Maybe the groundskeeper went a little agro with the pesticide".
"No, I asked him" Dean said "I asked him. No pesticide, no chemicals nobody can explain it".
"Okay, so what are you thinking?"
"I dunno. Unholy ground, maybe".
"Uh" Sam breaths out.
"What? If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the, the farm outside of Cedar Rapids?"
"Yeah, b-"
"Could be a sign of a demonic presence. Or the, the Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough".
Please make it be a spirit. I hate demons, they are assholes.
"Well. Don't get too excited" Dean told Sam when he turns around "you might pull something".
"It's just" Sam pauses "stumbling onto a hunt? Here, of all places?"
"So?"
"So. Are you sure this is about a hunt, and not about something else?"
I swear, Sam shouldn't have gone study layer, but psychologist. I swear this guy always wants to know how you feel.
"What else would it be about?" Dean asked him.
Sam sighs shaking his head and heads towards the car.
"You know, just forget about it".
"You believe what you want, Sam, but… I let you drag my ass out here, the least we can do is check this out".
"Yeah, fine"
"Girl's dad works in town. He's a professor at the school".
That's better, a case. Especially if it's a spirit. After everything that had happen, I think a little hunt could be relaxing. God, I'm such a freak.
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We are in the school in front of the girl's father's office. ' ' I read on the door. I hope he won't be a total mess, he did just lost his daughter, it should be hard, just losing my father, I'm still dealing with it.
Sam knock on the door, Dr. Mason answers eyeing us.
"Dr. Mason?" Dean asked.
"Yes?"
"I'm Sam. This is Dean and Alex. We were friends of Angela's. We… we wanted to offer our condolences".
"Please come in".
We enter the office closing the door behind us. I sit down next to Sam in front of the desk while Dean starts looking through an old book.
Dr. Mason shows Sam and I a photo album of her daughter, she was a beautiful girl, black hair, soft looking skin and a beautiful smile. The way she dressed, she looks like the good little girl kind of person.
"She was beautiful" I commented.
"Yes, she was" Dr. Mason agreed staring sadly at the pictures.
"This is an unusual book" Dean said looking at a bookshelf.
He shows us the cover of a book, a letter in another language in a triangle.
"It's ancient Greek" Dr. Mason said "I teach a course".
Dean nods "so a car accident, that's, that's horrible".
I glance down at my feet's. It is horrible… we lost Dad, almost lost Dean.
"Angie was only a mile away from home when, uh…"
"It's gotta be hard" Dean cut him off "losing someone like that. Sometimes it's like they're still around. Almost like you can still sense their presence".
I glance at Dean sadly. I always hope that I would wake up in the morning and hear my Dad say anything. Just to hear his voice, but when I wake up, I have to face the hard reality that he isn't here anymore.
"You ever feel anything like that?" Dean finished.
"I do as matter of fact".
"That's perfectly normal" Sam assured still staring at Dean "Dr. Mason. Especially with what you're going through".
"You know" he sighed "I still phone her. And the phone's ringing before I remember that, uh…. Family's everything, you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life. And now I, I, I'm just lost without her".
"We're very sorry" Sam stated.
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We went back to the motel room at night to get a little rest. I guess it could be food, I'm kind of tired.
"I'm telling you" Dean said "there's something going on here. We just haven't found it yet".
"Dean, so far you've got a patch of dead grass and nothing" Sam told him.
"Well, something turned that grave into unholy ground".
"There's no reason for it to be unholy" Sam argued "Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash. That's not exactly vengeful spirit material. You heard her father".
"Maybe there is something that her father didn't know about her personal life" I pointed out.
Sam sighed rolling his eyes "you know what? We never should have bothered that poor man. We shouldn't even be here anymore".
"But we have to do something if there is actually something supernatural, Sam" I replied back.
"Look, guys, I think I know what's going on here. It's the only reason I went along with you this far?"
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked
"This is about Mom's grave"
I sigh. Damn, this guy can read people.
"That's got nothing to do with it" Dean scoffed.
"You wouldn't step within a hundred yards of it. And you Alex, you wouldn't even look at it and I could feel you tensed. Maybe you're imagining a hunt where there isn't one so you don't have to think about Mom" he glances at me "or Dad".
I feel the rage boiling up. Dean turns towards Sam, angry.
Sam sighs "you wanna take another swing? Go ahead, if it'll make you feel better".
Dean shakes his head "I don't need this crap".
He grabs his jacket and keys before heading to the door.
"Dean, where you going?" Sam asked.
"I'm going to go get a drink. Alone".
He leaves slamming the door behind him. I stare at the door, my breathing picking up.
"Alex" Sam called me softly.
"Shut up" I spat grabbing my jacket.
"Alex, come on" Sam pleaded "it's in the middle in the night".
"Shut. Up" I growled.
I ignore the rest of his pleading getting out the door and start running in any direction. At this point I don't care, I only want to run away from all of this. I finally get to deserted park. I sit down against a tree trunk my knees against my chest and my head buried in them.
I start crying. I miss him. I miss him. I miss him.
My sobs becomes hysterical and I start to regret leaving the room. I just want one of my brothers to hold me and tell me everything is going to be alright. I want to see my father again, I want to meet my mother, I want to have a home, I want to be normal… I want to feel safe.
Two strong arms envelops me, Sam's. I jump in his clenching his jacket with my fists and burry my head in the crock of his neck.
"Shhh" Sam tried to calm me down "I'm sorry kiddo. It's going to be okay. I'm here. I'm here".
I continue crying in his arms, I don't know why but I can't stop it, no matter how I try, the tears just keep falling.
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I wake up by the sound of a door shutting. I don't even remember falling asleep. I'm against Sam in bed.
"Hey" he greeted me.
"Hey" I replied my voice hoarse from all the crying "I'm sorry".
"For what?" Sam asked frowning.
"For breaking like that. I know I have to be strong".
"Come on kiddo" Sam sighs "you're still a kid, you're only fourteen".
"Almost fifteen" I corrected him.
"Almost fifteen".
I nod slowly resting my head once again on his chest closing my eyes. God, what would I do without my brothers.
After about ten or twenty minutes, the door of the motel opens, probably Dean coming back from the bar.
"Hey" Sam greeted.
"Hey" Dean replied.
"Where in the hell were you?" Sam asked.
He gently puts me in bed, even though I'm still awake, I don't feel like waking up from my fake sleep.
"Working my imaginary case" Dean said.
"Yeah? And?"
"Well, you were right. Yeah. Excepted Angela's boyfriend died last night. Slit his own throat. But, you know, that's normal. Uh, let's see, what else. Oh he was seeing Angela everywhere before he died. But you knew, I'm sure that's just me transferring my own feelings".
"Okay" Sam sighed "I get it. I'm sorry, maybe there is something going on here".
"Maybe?" Dean repeated "Sam, I know how to do my job, despite what you think".
"We should check out the guy's apartment" Sam suggested.
"I just came from there. Pile of dead plants, just like the cemetery. Hell, dead goldfish too".
"So, unholy ground?"
"Maybe. I'm still not getting powerful angry spirit vibe from Angela" he pauses "I have been reading this, though".
"You stole the girl's diary?" Sam asked surprised.
"Yeah, Sam. And if anything the girl's a little too nice".
Everyone has their hell back story. Mine is pretty dark, with all the kills I did, the guy in the forest who was possessed by ghost I shot.
"Keep digging, talk to more of her friends".
"You got any names?" Sam asked.
"Are you kidding me? I have her bestest friend in the whole wide world".
There's a moment of silence and I can feel some eyes on me. I know each time they look at me with their overprotective eyes.
"She's been crying" Dean noticed.
Probably I have the red cry face. I hate it.
"Yeah" Sam sighed "it's my fault. I shouldn't have brought Dad".
"Well, at least you brought her back here" Dean assured him "you did good".
With that it falls complete silent.
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"I didn't realize the college employed grief counselors" Neil said.
This guy was Angela's best friend. I guess what I understand by best friend is that you tell them everything. I never had a boyfriend, even as a kid. School's past too fast.
"Oh yeah. Yeah, you talk, we listen" Dean said "or maybe throw in a little therapeutic collage, whatever jump-starts the healing".
"Well, you heard what happened to Matt Harrison, right?" Sam asked him.
"Yeah I did".
"Well, we just wanted to make sure you were okay. Grief can make people do crazy things".
"Look, I'm sorry about what happened to him. I am" Neil stated "but if Matt killed himself it wasn't 'cause of grief".
"No? Then why?" Dean asked.
"It was guilt. Angie's death was Matt's fault and he knew it".
"How was Matt responsible?" Sam demanded.
"Well, she really loved that guy. But the night of her accident she walked in on him with another girl".
"Hmmm" Dean simply hummed.
Now every piece goes together. Her boyfriend was a total asshole.
"She was really torn up" Neil continued "that's why she crashed the car. Um, look, I gotta get ready for work, so… thanks for the concern, but… seriously, I'll be okay".
Sam and Dean nods and we head outside.
"Well" Dean said once we were out "that vengeful spirit theory's starting to make a little more sense. I mean, hell hath no fury…"
"If Angela's revenge was on Matt, do you think that it's over?" I asked.
"Well, there's one was to be sure".
We get in our places in the car.
"Yeah? What's that?" Sam asked.
"Burn the bones".
"Burn the bones?" Sam scoffs "are you high?"
"Dean, Angela died last week" I pointed out.
"So?"
"So? There's no bones, it's going to be the body, rotting in the coffin".
"Since when are you afraid to get dirty? Huh?"
"Shut up" I roll my eyes.
"Language" Dean smiled looking at me through the review mirror.
I stick my tongue out at him before laughing.
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We arrive in the middle of the night at the graveyard armed with our flashlights and shovels. Sam and Dean are the one who always dig up grave while I light the grave.
"Let's do this" Dean sighed starting to dig.
Sam starts digging to.
About an hour later, they finally reached the coffin. I reach to the shovels Sam and Dean are hanging me and place them on the ground.
"Ladies first" Dean told Sam.
Sam sighs annoyed pushing Dean away.
Once he opens the coffin, I attend to see a dead corpse that would be disgusting, but no. The coffin is empty, there is nothing, not even a trace that a body was in there.
"What the hell?" Dean stated frowning.
I jump down in the coffin with Dean and Sam. Where is the body? It said everywhere that she wasn't cremated.
"They buried her four days ago" I said still confused.
I light my flashlight at the side of the coffin, frowning.
"Look".
"What is that?" Dean asked crouching down.
"I'm not sure" Sam said.
We take a look at some symbols, it looks ancient, like the one I saw on the book.
"I've seen these kind of symbols before" Dean said.
"I think I did to" I agreed "guess we know where our next stop is".
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Dean knocks on the door, no, he bangs on the door. Since we left to go at Dr. Mason's office, he's been on the edge real angry.
"Dean. Take it easy, okay?" Sam warned.
Dr. Mason opens the door "you're Angie's friends, right?"
"Dr. Mason-" Sam started gently.
"We need to talk" Dean spat.
"Well, come on in".
"Thanks" Sam smiled slightly.
We get in and I start looking around at the books, if he is the one that did something with Angela, he surely has a book on that. I hope for his sake it's not him, Dean is already angry.
"You teach Ancient Greek. Tell me" Dean unfolds a paper "what are these?"
He show the symbols I copied from the grave.
"I don't understand" Dr. Mason said confused "you said this had something to do with Angela".
"It does. Please just humor me".
I stare at Dean, with my eyes telling him to calm the fuck down.
"They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual".
"Used for necromancy, right?" Dena asked.
"That's right".
"See, before we came over here we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves. Apparently they used rituals like this one for communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life. Full-on zombie action".
"Yes. I mean, according to the legends. Now, what's all this about?"
This man is innocent. I just know it, he really look like he doesn't know the connection between all this.
"I think you know" Dean pushed him to the truth, or maybe not the truth.
"Dean" Sam warned.
"Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?"
"Dean!" I exclaimed.
"What are you talking about?" Dr. Mason asked confused.
"What's dead should stay dead!" Dean exploded.
"What?"
"Stop it!" Sam ordered.
"What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore. These things are vicious, they're violent, they're nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean, come on, haven't you seen Pet Cemetery?"
"You're insane".
"Where is she".
"Get out of my house".
Dr. Mason gets the phone starting to compose, probably the police. Shit. Dean knocks it out his hand, shit he is going way too far.
"I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she?!"
"Dean! Stop, that's enough!" He grabs Dean by his jacket.
I turn around sighing in frustration as I notice the plants.
"Dean!" I yelled at him pointing the plants "look, beautiful plants, all alive".
"I'm calling the police" Dr. Mason threatened.
Dean pulls away from Sam and storms out the door. I run out to follow him before he does something stupid. It's something we all have common in this family, we do stupid things when we are angry.
"Dean!" I called out but he totally ignores me.
"What the hell is the matter with you, Dean?" I hear Sam ask behind me.
"Back off, both of you".
Okay, it's not good. If he tells me to back off, it means that he really needs to stay alone, it happened a few times, only when something is really off.
"That man is innocent!" Sam exclaimed "he didn't deserve that!"
We follow Dean on the sidewalk, I try to follow, but damn, they have long legs and I look so small beside them.
"Okay, so she's not here, maybe he's keeping her somewhere else".
"Stop it! That's enough, okay? Enough!"
"Sam, I know what I'm doing".
"No, you don't. At all. Dean, I don't scare easy, but man, you're scaring the crap out of me" Sam admitted.
"Don't be overdramatic, Sam".
"You're lucky this turned out to be a real case. Because if it wasn't you would have just found something else to kill".
"Wha-"
"You're on edge" Sam cut him off "you're erratic, except for when you're hunting, because then you're downright scary. You're tail spinning, man. And you refuse to talk about it and you won't let me help you".
"I can take care of myself, thanks".
"No, you can't. And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean, no one can. You neither Alex".
"Sam" Dean stops walking turning towards us "if you bring up Dad's death one more time I swear…"
"Stop. Please, Dean, it's killing you. Please. We've already lost Dad. We've already lost Jessica. And now we" Sam points at him and then me "and I'm going to lose you too?"
"We better get out of here before the cops come" Dean changes subject but Sam sends him the look "I hear you. Okay? Yeah, I'm being an ass. And I'm sorry. But right now we've got a friggin' zombie running around, and we need to figure out how to kill it".
"Our lives are weird, man".
"You're telling me? Come on".
With that, it looks like nothing happened. I follow them back in the car. Damn, this case is getting hard for all of us.
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I'm sitting next to Sam on the couch searching on Zombies with Sam's computer, but the only thing I can find, I old movies and Tv crap. Sam is searching on Dad's journal. First he wanted me to look in it, but I refused to even look at it, makes me think of Dad and it hurts.
"We can't just waste it with a head shot?" Dean asked pacing impatient.
"Dude. You've been watching was too many Romero flicks" Sam said.
"You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em" Dean stated sitting at the table.
"Well, there's not much" I sighed closing the computer "it's all crap with different method".
"Yeah" Sam agreed "some say, getting them on fire, uh, one said, where is it? Right here. Feeding their hearts to wild dogs. That's my personal favorite. I mean, who knows what's real and what's myth?"
"Is there anything they all have in common?"
"I didn't find a lot, but a few said silver works" I said.
"Silver's a start".
"Yeah" Sam sighed "but now how are we going to find Angela?"
"We've got to figure out the person who brought her back".
"Any ideas?" Sam asked us.
"I think if it's not her dad, it might be that guy, Neil".
"Neil?" Sam and I repeated at the same time.
"Yep" Dean confirmed picking up the pink dairy on the other bed.
"How'd you come up with that?" Sam asked.
"Well, you've got your journal, I've got mine" he reads through the journal and starts reading " 'Neil's a real shoulder to cry on, he so understands what I'm going through with Matt' there's more in here where that came from. It's got Unrequited Ducky Love written all over it".
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he brought her back from the dead".
"Hmmm" Dean hummed "did I mention he's Professor Mason's TA? Has access to all the same books".
"Then let's go find out" I said getting up grabbing my coat.
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I pick lock the door of Neil's house and open it quietly, it's in the middle of the night and he is probably sleeping.
"Hello?" Dean shouted "Neil? It's your grief counselors, we've come to hug".
He takes out his gun.
"Silver bullets?" Sam asked him.
"Yeah. Enough to make her rattle like a change purse".
As we walk through the house, I notice the dead plants, here we are. He's the one or Angela wanted to go and see him. We find the basement door which is in like a heavy metal.
"Unless it's where he keeps his porn…" Dean commented.
Sam and I ignore him and go down the basement, it's a simple room, but it's empty. Someone surely crashed down here, there's only a bed.
"Zombie room" I said
"Yep, sure looks like a zombie pen to me".
"Yeah" Sam also agreed "an empty one. You think Angela's going after somebody".
"Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches".
"Look, smartass, she might kill someone" Sam replied "we gotta find her, Dean".
"Yeah. All right. She, uh, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right?"
"Yeah".
"Well, it takes two person to have sex" I pointed out.
"Oh God" Dean puts a hand in front of him to make me stop "don't say that word again".
"Sorry" I smirk "it takes two person have hardcore sex and-"
"Shut up!" Dean exclaimed putting his hands on his ears.
Sam and I burst laughing and high five.
"Okay" I smile "little serious here, you know who was the girl?"
"I don't know" Dean turns towards me "it just seemed that, uh, Angela's roommate was broken up over Matt's death. I mean, like, really broken up".
It didn't took us long to reach the apartment, we burst in to find Angela on top of a girl with a pair of scissors. We shoot her several times, but nothing. It only makes her really pissed off. She turns around and I shoot her right in the chest, but again, nothing.
She screams jumping out the window. Sam runs to help the girl who is crying on the floor and Dean jumps out after her and I go to the window, to see Angela running away. Damn, that girl runs fast.
"Gotcha. I gotcha" I hear Sam smooth the roommate.
"Damn, that dead chick can run" Dean commented as I helped him in.
"What now?" Sam asked.
"I saw we go have a little chat with Neil".
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Now we are at the beginning. How do we kill a zombie? I abandoned the research just laying down in the backseat. I'm still young, I need all my sleep.
"So the silver bullets, they did something, right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, something, but not enough. What else you got?"
"Um, okay. Besides silver, we have… nailing the undead back into their grave beds. It's mentioned a few times. It's probably where the whole vampire staking lore came from".
"Grave beds?" I murmured putting my arm on my eyes "seriously?"
"How the hell are we going to get Angela back to the cemetery?"
Sam sighs heavily. This is great, now we have to find a way to drag a dead girl, in full rage, bag in her grave. That's going to be a long night.
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"What are you guys doing here?" Neil asked nervous.
Sam, Dean and I rushed to his office. He sure knows that the boys aren't grief counselors.
"You know, I've heard of people doing some pretty disparate things to get laid, but you. You take the cake".
"Okay. Who are you guys?"
"You might want to ask Angela that question".
"What?"
"We know what you did. The ritual?" Sam made him remember "everything".
"You're crazy" Neil scoffed.
"Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy? When someone's gone they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff".
"Angela killed Matt" Sam said "she tried to kill Lindsey".
"I don't know what you're talking about" Neil clearly lied.
Dean grabs him by his collar. I don't calm Dean, this stupid guy should know to not mess with supernatural. He never watched a horror movie?
"Hey!" Dean shouted in is face "no more crap, Neil. His blood is on your hands. Now. Me, him and her can make this right, but you've gotta tell us where she is. Tell us!
"My house. She's at my house" he admitted.
I turn towards the exit when something catches my eyes.
"Sure?" I asked him.
Sam and Dean frowns at me, I nod towards the dead plants.
Neil nods looking around nervous. He glances towards a closet, she's here. I'm sure.
"Listen" Dean raises his voice "it doesn't really matter where she is. There's only one way to stop her. We've got to perform another ritual over her grave, to reverse the one that you did. 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. She'll be dead again in a couple hours. I think you should come with us. I'm serious, Neil. Leave with us. Right now".
"No. No" Neil shakes his head.
Damn. He's so stubborn.
"Listen to me" Dean lowers his voice leaning towards him "get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad" he looks at Sam and I "let's go".
Once we get in the car, we drive directly to the graveyard.
"So what's the plan?" I asked.
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I light up a few candles around Angela's grave. I hope this plan works. For once I am in the good action part of the plan.
"You really think this is going to work?" Sam asked.
"No, not really" Dean admitted "but it was the only thing I could come up with".
"Well, let's give it a try. It's better than –"
I am cut off by a noise beside us. We nod at each other and we pull out our guns. Sam walks towards the woods. I hope the plan works.
I run towards my spot beside a tree.
Sam runs out of the woods, but is tackled by Angela. My turn.
"Hey!" I yelled at her "you psycho bitch!"
Angela looks up at me, growling like an animal. She let's go of Sam and runs at me. I sprint towards Dean as fast as I can, this girl really runs fast. I run in the back of the grave. Dean shoots her a few times making her fall in the grave bed. He jumps in with a metal stake.
"Wait! Don't!" Angela pleaded.
Dean doesn't listen to her stabbing her.
"What's dead should stay dead" he said.
I sigh in relieve laying on the ground panting. Damn, I never ran that fast in my whole life.
Sam joins us, also panting.
"You good?" He asked me.
"Yeah, what about you?"
"Fine".
They grab their shovels and start refiling the dirt. This hunt is done, I'm happy as hell.
About two hours later, they were finished. I think I feel asleep, but I'm not sure, it wouldn't surprise me. I fall asleep everywhere.
"Rest in peace" Sam said patting the dirt.
"Yeah. For good this time. Okay?" Dean added.
Dean holds out his hand to me, I grab it.
"Now, you are going to be able to get some beauty sleep" Dean smiled.
"Yep!" I exclaimed.
We walk towards the car, carrying the bag and my brothers their shovels.
"You know, that whole fake ritual thing, luring Angela into the cemetery? Pretty sharp".
"Thanks".
"But, did you use us as bait?"
"I figured you were more her type. You know, she had a pretty crappy taste in guys" he points at me "and you run real fast".
"I think she broke my hand" Sam whined.
"You're just too fragile" Dean joked "we'll get it looked at later".
Dean turns towards the graveyard, looking at Mom's grave.
"You want to stay for a while?"
"No" Dean refused walking up front.
"You?"
I shake my head looking down at the ground. I so wish I could have met her.
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I was sleeping in the car but woke up when the car pulled up to the side of the road and the doors closing.
"Dean" I hear Sam say "what is it?"
"I'm sorry" Dean quietly stated after a long pause.
"You… for what?"
"The way I've been acting. And for Dad. I mean, he was your Dad too. And it's my fault that he's gone".
"What are you talking about?"
"I know you've been thinking it. So have I. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. 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".
"Dean".
"You can't tell me there's not a connection there. I don't know how the demon was involved. I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly. But Dad's dead because of me. And that much I do know".
"We don't know that. Not for sure" Sam tried to comfort him.
"Sam" he's voice cracks "you, Alex and Dad ... you're the most important people in my life. And now ... I never should've come back, Sam. It wasn't natural. And now look what's come of it. I was dead. And I should have stayed dead. You wanted to know how I was feeling. Well, that's it. So tell me. What could you possibly say to make that all right?"
Another long pause. It isn't Dean's fault.
"The way I acted towards Alex after Dad died…" Dean said "I shouldn't have ignore her all this time. I knew she was a mess".
"You shouldn't be telling me this. You should tell her" Sam told him "she was a mess, but she's better know, she is getting better".
"I'm sorry…"
I burry my head in my arms, tears falling down my cheeks.