At first, the cops thought that it was a prank call. An attacker with a hook was not something you see every day. Then I started to ever so slightly bleed out and the cops came. Ambulances, cop cars, a random '67 Chevy Impala, all parked outside the sorority. A medic wrapped up my arm as a officer questioned me on what happened. As they were doing that I spotted Dean and Sam trying to get past the line.

"Hey, they're with me." I said pointing to them.

The cop looked over then waved to let them come over. They did as the medic finished wrapping me up.

"The wound isn't deep but you did lose a lot of blood so you need rest." He told me.

I nodded as he went over to Sam and Dean. The cop asked me a few more questions and I answered with whatever lie came first then the three of us were alone.

"You ok sweetheart?"

"Do I seriously look and sound ok?" I asked slowly as I felt dizzy from the blood lose.

"Dumb question got it." Dean said as he sat next to me.

"What happened?" Sam asked standing still.

"Can I sleep first?" I questioned. "I already have a head wound!"

"Sabrina."

I looked over seeing Lori coming to us. She looked pretty shaken up and I honestly couldn't blame her. If I was not an angel I would be too.

"You ok?"

"Why do you people ask this?" I sighed putting my head back and looking at the stars.

I could see her look at Sam.

"She'll be fine. Just needs sleep and maybe a bit of sugar." He told her.

"Right. Well I hope you get better Sabrina."

"Me too." I nodded. "Watch out for yourself Lori. Bye."

"Bye."

She left and I looked at the guys.

"Can I sleep now? I was nice to someone." I smiled sweetly as I could.

They looked at each other.

"Sorry Brie, but we still need to look around the room." Sam said looking back at me.

"Sam do you see what I'm wearing?" I gestured to my pajamas. "And I haven't slept in a good sixteen hours. Can I sleep?"

He sighed watching me. He didn't want to just leave me alone and we technically didn't have a place to sleep other than the Impala. I could tell he did want to let me sleep though.

"I promise as soon as we check the room I'll let you sleep."

I shook my head looking at the ground.

"Fine." I said standing up slowly. "I know where the window is that's not in the room."

We went around as I started with Sam hovering a bit close since I was a bit shaky.

"I was about to go to sleep. I just got dressed and then I saw the hook. If I hadn't of still been up thinking about some things, I wouldn't be here." I told them. "The only thing is, why did he go for me away from the 9 Mile Road."

"Yeah about that." Sam said as we were below the window. "We went down there and got caught. Only reason why we were let go was because they knew we weren't the murders."

"So me getting attacked frees you guys. Good to know. But you didn't see him there?"

"No."

"It's something else. Give me a boost."

Sam cupped his hands and lifted me up. I grabbed the edge of the wall and pulled myself in using mostly my wings though. I was on top then I held my good hand down. Sam was about to take it but Dean did instead.

"What was that?" Sam asked as I pulled him up.

"Dude, sorority girls! Think we'll see a naked pillow fight?" He joked after I pulled him up.

"Hey, I'm on of them." I said holding my hand down again for Sam.

"You could join them sweetheart." He smirked.

"Shut up before I punch you."

I pulled Sam up as he rolled his eyes at his brother. I went over the window opening it quietly then climbed in. I moved forward peeking into the room when I heard a lot of noise behind me. Dean had fallen on top of Sam.

"Oh, sorry!"

"Be quiet." Sam told him.

"You be quiet!"

"You be quiet!"

"Shut the heck up!" I hissed seeing a cop.

I waited until he left the room and went down the stairs till I walked back into the room. When we came into the bedroom, the first thing I noticed was the writing on the wall.

""Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?" That's right out of the legend." Sam aid.

"Yeah, that's classic Hook Man all right. I'm going to assume you didn't do that sweetheart."

"No but I heard it." I muttered crossing my arms. "I thought it might have been a tree against the wall. It's definitely a spirit though."

"Yeah, I've never smelled ozone this strong before." Sam agreed as I went over picking up my stuff off the floor. "Hey, come here."

Dean and I looked at him seeing him point to the cross symbol beneath the writing. We came over next to him.

"Does that look familiar to you?"

"We'll look it up later. Right now." I yawned stretching but wincing slightly. "It's time to sleep. Come on."

~S~

I clutched my coffee greedily as Dean drove and Sam was researching. I was about ready to punch a Winchester but I restrained from doing anything my father wouldn't do. My outfit was horrible, I knew that but give a girl some sympathy! It was baggy shit and some bag pants as well while my hair was a mess in a bun but that's what three hours of sleep makes me look like ok?

Dean thought I just crawled out of bed so he told me to change after I took my coffee. I told him I was not and that I had. I was ok at that point. Yet Sam tried to talk me out of wearing, what did he call it, oh yeah. He tried to make me change out of my rough night outfit. I don't look that bad! Then Dean made it worse about mumbling about Sam causing that and I pretty much would have lunged at him but I still had enough sense to just snap.

"Sam and I are not together! Get that out of your thick head!"

Both of them jumped shocked at my out burst then surprised at what I said.

"Thin walls." I lied. "Now let's get in the stupid car and go!"

Dean didn't even argue with me that I called his car stupid. Now we were here as they didn't say anything so they didn't trigger my wrath.

"It's the same symbol. Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Karns." Sam said finally.

"All right, let's find the dude's grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down." Dean threw out.

Though Sam read from the paper; "After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery. In an unmarked grave."

"Wonderful." I muttered watching out the window. "Ok. So we know its Jacob Karns. But we still don't know where he'll manifest next. Or why."

"I'll take a wild guess about why. I think your little friend Lori has something to do with this." Dean said.

~S~

I didn't change for this party. I was making a statement. Three guys came up asking to dance with me as Dean and I looked for information on Lori. Dean told me it didn't count since they were drunk. I thought they were sober enough to count. Now we came back to Sam.

"Man, you've been holding out on me. This college thing is awesome!" Dean told him as he winked and smiled at a passing girl.

"This wasn't really my experience." Sam said.

"Let me guess. Libraries, studying, straight A's?" Dean listed.

Sam nodded.

"There is nothing wrong with it. Just like my outfit."

"Brie, I'm sorry but it looks like you just woke up after a hangover."

I was pretty sure this was the tenth time he has said this.

"But you're not the one that nearly died. So shut up about my outfit. It's wonderful."

"Ok then." Dean said getting back to work. "You do your homework?"

"Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori?" Sam asked. "So I think I came up with something."

He took out a piece of paper.

"1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage." I said looking over his shoulder as we walked.

"There's a pattern here. In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality." I stopped as they kept walking. "And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force. Killings carried out—get this—with a sharp instrument."

"What's the connection to Lori?"

"A man of religion? Who openly preaches against immorality?" Dean looked to understand from where he was. "Except maybe this time, instead of saving the whole town, he's just trying to save his only daughter."

"Reverend Sorensen. You think he's summoning the spirit?"

"Maybe. Or, you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place?"

"Yeah, the spirit latches onto the reverend's repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay."

"Without the reverend ever even knowing it."

"Why would he want…" Dean started to look at me but realized I was stopped away from them. "Why the hell are you over there?"

"…to angels is immoral to our beliefs."

My immorality of being an angel set the hook man off on me but how could the reverend possibly know? Unless another angel knew and relayed the information to him.

"Sabrina."

I snapped looking up at Sam. He looked at me concerned.

"You ok?"

"Yeah." I nodded walking over. "Just…just thinking about something."

"Why he would send the hook man after you?" Dean asked.

I nodded.

"Yeah well, if you're immoral then I'd sell my car."

"Wow thanks."

"You're one of us sweetheart and the least immoral thing ever."

Sam nodded in agreement. Oh how wrong they were but I couldn't tell them without exposing my secret.

"Either way, you two should keep an eye on Lori tonight."

Sam and I nodded. If I went I could find out who this angel might be if there was one at all.

"What about you?" I asked.

Dean looked at a blonde smiling at him by the pool table. I was trying not to smile at his disappointment. It was a funny face.

"I'm gonna go see if I can find that unmarked grave."

He looked at the blonde again, shook his head in disappointment, and walked away as Sam and I went to watch Lori.

~S~

Sam said while I was still a target for the reverend I had to not be in direct line of sight in case he wanted to finish the job. So I got to hide on the ground behind a bush as Sam sat on a bench watching Lori and the reverend fight as my only defense was a rock salt shotgun. My phone vibrated now and I took it out seeing it was Dean.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"How's lookout?"

"Boring and painful."

"Why?"

"Sam refused to let me sit on the bench since the reverend would see me so I'm sitting behind a bush."

"Hey, it's better than being dead."

"I know but still. How's the unmarked grave going?"

"Not as awesome."

"Want to trade?"

"Any day." There was a pause. "Found it."

"Alright, I'll stay on the line."

I could hear him put down the phone and start digging the grave he found. As I waited I tried to sense for an angel but there was no kind of power around. After a few minutes Dean spoke again.

"That's it. Next time, I get to watch the cute girl's house."

"You could have let me come and I would have helped."

"Sweetheart, you have a head and arm wound. No way I'm letting you dig a grave."

"Don't I feel special." I smiled.

It annoyed me that Sam was contagious and infected Dean with watch for Sabrina but it felt nice that both of them cared for me.

"Hello, preacher." He said now.

"You find the bones?"

"Yes."

I looked over at Sam then I frowned seeing Lori outside sitting next to him.

"Things just got interesting here."

"How?" He asked as I heard wood being smashed.

"Lori is outside sitting with Sam. Shh. I'm listening now.

"What are you doing here?" Lori asked.

"I'm keeping an eye on the place." Lori looked at him. "I was worried."

"About me?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"No, it's cool. I already called the cops." She smiled as Sam laughed. I couldn't help my small smile. "No, seriously. I think you're sweet. Which is probably why you should run away from me as fast as you can."

"Why would you say that?"

"It's like I'm cursed or something. People around me keep dying."

"I think I know how you feel."

"Christo." I muttered. "Sam."

"What?" Dean asked.

"He thinks he's cursed again. I thought I fixed that."

"Fixed that?"

"Yeah, I've been trying to help Sam since, you know, the fire."

"You two have no lives."

"Yes we do, we hang out with you don't we? Or does that mean you have no life?"

"Hey. At least I know how to have fun. You two are always downers."

"Oh I am not."

"Fine, prove it after this. You and I are going to a bar and we'll see how much of a downer you are."

"Deal."

Now I heard a match being sparked.

"Goodbye, preacher."

I waited.

"Bones burnt?"

"They're working on it sweetheart."

"Except you and Sabrina." Lori saying my name brought me back to their conversation.

"Hang on." I mumbled watching.

"The sheriff thinks I'm a suspect. And you know what my dad will say? Pray. Have faith. What does he know about faith?" She asked.

"I heard you guys fighting before."

"He's seeing a woman. A married woman. I just found out. She comes to our church with her husband. I know her kids. And he talks to me about religion? About morality? It's like, on one hand, you know, just do what you want and be happy. But he taught me, raised me to believe that if you do something wrong you will get punished. I just don't know what to think anymore."

Now she hugged Sam and after a second of confusion he hugged her back.

"Dude." I whispered to Dean.

"What?"

"They're hugging."

"What? Why?"

"She was…"

I stopped as soon at they started kissing.

"Sabrina. Sabrina!" Dean called.

"They're kissing."

"What in the hell is going on over there?!"

"I don't know but I feel like a stalker right now."

"You sound like one too."

"Shut up."

Now Sam pulled away from the kiss.

"Sam?" Lori questioned.

"Lori, I can't."

"Sabrina?"

I was now very confused then I remembered the lie we came up with, totally forgot we were suppose to be a couple. Sam didn't say anything to this.

"I'm sorry."

The reverend came out now.

"Lori? Come inside, please." He told her.

"I'll come in when I'm ready." She said rather angry.

Suddenly, the Hook Man appeared behind him and put his hook into his shoulder. The reverend screamed and the Hook Man slammed the door shut.

"Oh gosh. Got to go!" I told Dean quickly jumping up with my gun as I ran following Sam as he was running to the house.

"What's going on?"

"Bad stuff. Bye!"

I closed the phone and put it away as Sam and I stood in the house. We looked around until we heard him screaming upstairs.

"No! No, please! No!"

We ran upstairs just in time to see a door shutting. We ran over Sam kicking the door open to see the Hook Man over the reverend about to put his hook into him. We both shot Hook Man in the side. The Hook Man turned to us and we shot again. The Hook Man turned to dust and the gun blasts shattered the bedroom window.

"Dad! Dad!" Lori screamed running up the stairs.

She burst into the room then ran over to her father.

"Okay. It's ok, Dad, it's ok. It's ok."

Sam and I looked at each other. The reverend would never send the Hook Man on himself. Things got more interesting.