Of Grave Importance Part 2

Dean, Sam, and Angela were taking guns out of the trunk.

"We combed the crap out of this place," Dean noted. "If Annie's in there and we didn't find her…"

"It's 'cause something didn't want us to," Sam replied.

"Awesome," Dean scoffed. "Well, let's walk right into that."

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The three hunters walked into the house and looked around using flashlights. Bobby was behind them.

"Alright, Sam and I will check upstairs," Angela said.

"Yeah," Dean nodded.

Bobby took the flask out of Dean's jacket pocket.

"Annie?" Dean called out.

"Sorry, kids," Bobby muttered. "I'm leaving the pack."

"Annie! It's Dean!" Dean called out. "And Sam and Angie!"

"Annie?" Sam and Angela called out from upstairs.

A camera fell to the ground at Dean's feet, causing him to frown. "That's not odd." He muttered, picking up the camera. "Sam, Angie, get back down here! Annie?"

Bobby put the flask in a nearby drawer. Sam and Angela came back down the stairs while Annie and Victoria stood behind Dean.

"Slimer?" Dean asked.

"What?" Angela asked as she and Sam walked over to him.

"Check it out," Dean replied, playing the recording on the camera. "Ugh, I hate these indie films. Nothing ever happens."

The three hunters watched the film. Angela frowned.

"Wait, wait," she said. "Pause it. Frame back a little bit. Stop."

Annie was visible in the recording. Dean sighed deeply.

"She's here, and not in a good way." He muttered.

Bobby stood next to Annie and Victoria. "Give them a moment. They've got a little slower since I left."

"Annie?" Dean called out.

"Got to let them know that I'm here," Annie sighed.

"Anything?" Sam asked.

"You have to do it," Annie told Victoria.

"Annie!" Angela called out.

"We can't," Victoria shook her head. "It's too dangerous."

"These three can help," Annie assured. "They just need to know that we're here."

"Annie!" Dean yelled.

Victoria suddenly appeared behind Sam, Dean, and Angela. They turned, saw her, and raised their guns.

"Whoa!" Sam yelled.

"Please," Victoria held up her hands. "I'm Victoria—Victoria Dodd."

"Where'd you come from?" Angela asked.

"Here. I was a fancy lady." Victoria replied.

Dean's brows furrowed. "A hooker?"

Victoria rolled her eyes and was about to say something.

"Uh, is Annie here?" Sam asked.

"Yes. You can't see her." Victoria replied. The three hunters looked down. "No, you're not standing on her."

"You want to just tell them?" Annie asked impatiently.

"I will," Victoria assured. "In my day we believed in polite conversation. Annie's in terrible danger. We all are."

"From?" Angela asked.

"Whitman Van Ness."

Van Ness was watching the scene from upstairs.

Dean looked confused. "But he's dead."

Victoria sighed, frustrated. "I thought you said they were good."

"Hey, I'm just processing, okay, lady?" Dean retorted. "He's dead. You're dead."

Van Ness flickered and disappeared.

"Define 'terrible danger'." Angela said.

"Whitman has great power over all of us in the house," Victoria explained. "He killed Annie. She says you can free us. Please, you must—

Suddenly Victoria screamed and burned up in flames.

Sam frowned. "Victoria?"

"I'm gonna say she was telling the truth, considering that she just…got ghost-killed," Dean noted.

"So, what?" Angela asked. "Whitman Van Ness?"

"Now we know whose bones to salt and burn. Let's go." Dean replied.

Dean walked away. Sam adjusted his gun and Van Ness slipped a key into Angela's pocket. Angela took Sam's hand in hers before they went and followed Dean.

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Dean, Sam, and Angela got into their car. Bobby and Annie watched from the window, noticing that Van Ness was in the backseat.

"Aw, hell no," Bobby grumbled as the car drove away.

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Dean was driving while Sam and Angela looked at something online.

"Alright," Sam started. "Here we go—cemetery, the edge of town. The Van Ness family has its own mausoleum."

"Alright, we light up the bastard and finish him off." Dean nodded.

The car accelerated from about 50 miles-per-hour to about 80.

"Take it easy," Sam chuckled. "We'll get there."

Dean frowned. "Uh, that's not me."

Dean struggled to hold onto the steering wheel as it moved. Van Ness appeared next to Dean and tried to turn the wheel, causing the car to swerve. Dean managed to bring the car to a stop and he, Sam, and Angela got out.

"Why's he with us?!" Sam yelled.

"I don't know," Dean shook his head. "There's got to be something on us!"

The three hunters patted down their clothing. Angela's eyes widened when she found the key in her pocket.

"Hey, hey," Angela said quickly as she took out the key that Van Ness had planted on her. Van Ness appeared behind her and plunged a hand into her back. "Ah!" Angie yelled in pain.

Sam frowned, his eyes wide in concern. "Angie!"

Sam grabbed the key from Angela and tossed it onto the ground. Dean pulled out his gun and shot the key, causing Van Ness to vanish in a cloud of dust. Angela gasped, and Sam put his hands on her hips to steady her.

Angela looked up at Sam with wide eyes. "Did that do it?" she breathed. "Did that get rid of him?"

"I-I think so…I don't know." Sam whispered. He hugged Angela tightly and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Are you okay?"

Angela wrapped her arms around Sam tightly and nodded. "I'm fine…I'm okay," she murmured.

Dean frowned. "Guys, I got a bad idea that we just snapped him back to his favorite house."

Angela pulled away from Sam ever so slightly. "Where Annie's a sitting duck."

"We got to find those bones," Dean stressed. "Come on."

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Dean, Sam, and Angela walked through the cemetery with flashlights. They found the Van Ness mausoleum and walked inside. Dean used a hammer and chisel on a plaque that read 'Whitman Van Ness—October 16th, 1895 to November 14th, 2935'.

Angela lit a match and threw it into Van Ness's coffin. The three hunters watched as the skeleton burned.

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Sam, Dean, and Angela walked into the Van Ness house. Bobby was sitting on the floor.

"Hi, kids," Bobby greeted.

Dean frowned and flashed the flashlight in Bobby's direction. The three hunters stared at Bobby with wide eyes.

"Bobby?" Dean breathed.

Bobby's eyes widened slightly. "Wait. You can see me?"

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Dean, Sam, and Angela continued to stare at Bobby, who was now standing.

"You're staring, you know," Bobby commented. "Annie's here, too, by the way."

The three younger hunters looked around, unable to see her.

"Hey, Annie," Angela greeted.

"H-hi, Annie," Sam and Dean added.

"Hi, guys," Annie murmured.

Bobby pointed a thumb in Annie's direction. Sam, Dean, and Angela looked around, still unable to see her.

Bobby looked at Sam and Dean. "She says you both look uglier than she remembered."

Annie hit Bobby lightly on the back, smirking.

"Bobby, h-how'd you stay here?" Angela asked.

"Yeah, well, uh…" Bobby walked to the drawer and took out the flask. He tossed it to Dean. "Suck on that, Swayze."

"That's why you never answered me," Sam breathed. "I tried calling you—the, uh, talking board, the works—but I was always alone. Dean always had that thing in his pocket. That's why the EMF only went off half the time. We thought we were going crazy."

"S-so, what happened?" Dean asked. "Did you get stuck or—or what?"

"I wanted to stay," Bobby replied.

Dean sighed. "Bobby…"

"I need to help!" Bobby defended.

"Not if it means you have to…be this," Angela replied gently.

"Well, life wasn't comfy," Bobby shrugged. "Why should death be? Now, come on. Annie and I found all the bodies. Let's put 'em to rest. And keep my damn flask away from the fire…obviously." He added as he headed to the stairs. "Well, you coming?"

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Dean, Sam, and Angela were putting their things into the trunk of the car. Bobby looked at the front door of the house and then walked over to them.

"I'll miss her," Bobby sighed.

"Me too." Dean nodded.

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

"Well, you didn't know her like I did," Bobby smirked.

Dean laughed briefly and Sam cleared his throat. Angela looked at the three men and coughed, trying to cover up a laugh.

"Well, uh…" Dean took out the flask. "Here's to Annie. She got the hunter's funeral she wanted. Kind of like the one we thought we gave you." He looked at Bobby.

"Dean," Sam sighed.

"What were you thinking, Bobby?" Dean scoffed. "You could be in Heaven right now, drinking beer at Harvelle's, not—not stuck…"

"Stuck here with you?" Bobby raised his brows. "We still have work to do. I just thought that was kind of important, Dean."

"It's not right, and you know that." Dean chastised.

"Sorry. You're right. What was I thinking?" Bobby sassed.

Bobby vanished. Dean, Sam, and Angela looked at each other and Dean tossed the flask into the trunk.

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Dean, Sam, and Angela were in the car.

"So, what do you think we should do?" Angela asked.

"We did what we should do." Dean replied. "Now I don't know."

"I mean, do you think it's possible we would…I don't know…make it all work somehow?" Sam asked.

"I have no idea." Dean shook his head. "Maybe. I've never heard of it. But you know what I do know? It ain't the natural order of things. Everything's supposed to end. You know, he was supposed…and now…What are the odds this ends well?" he continued. "What are the odds?"

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I feel like this is a pretty underrated episode tbh. I'm almost finished writing 7x23. I can't believe this installment is almost finished! And again, thank you so much for the reviews. Love you guys xoxo

~Emily