Oshea sighed as she cradled the cell phone to her ear. "We're having to have it towed." she said, looking over at Dean, who was talking very heatedly with the tow truck driver. She winced as she saw Dean fling his hands up and gesture toward the Impala. "Yeah, he's not taking it very well."

"I would imagine not, that car is his baby. He loves the car more than anyone or anything. That includes me." Sam said.

"Yeah, well... I'm not sure how long this is going to take, but I'll keep you posted okay?"

Sam nodded. "Sounds good. Just try to keep him from killing someone, okay?" He hung up the phone and shook his head. "Something happened to the Impala." He explained, looking over to Ella.

"Is she okay?" Ella asked with a chuckle. Over the years she had gotten accustomed to the Impala, and like Dean, loved it at first sight. Though, no one loved that car more than Dean.

"They don't know, they're having to have it towed." Sam said. His phone beeped and he looked down at it, frowning as he saw the battery was almost completely dead. He laid it on the surface of the table and plugged it in. "They're not sure how long it's going to take... but we need to get this spirit toasted before it kills someone else."

"Agreed," Ella said with a nod. "Lemme go get changed into something more suited for grave desecrating, and we can go."

Sam nodded and closed his laptop, hesitating slightly. The last time they had underestimated a spirit, Oshea wound up in the hospital. This was different, though. They were going to be extra careful and take all of the necessary precautions. Once Ella was ready, he glanced at his phone, but decided to leave it. It wouldn't do him any good if it died on the drive to the cemetery anyway.

When they arrived at the cemetery, Ella hopped out of the car and grabbed the two shovels out of the trunk, handing one of them to Sam. "I'm so glad I finally get to do some digging and more corpse torching," Ella said with an excited smile. "You and Dean wouldn't let me do anything when I was preggerz."

"I'm just worried about Dean," Sam said, walking with her to the grave. "And what he's going to say when he finds out that we left to do this on our own."

"Oh he'll get over it," She said as she started to dig, glancing around them for a moment to make sure no one was around. "Besides, we're probably the last thing on his mind since his dear Impala is wounded. We'll just finish this up here, quickly explain to him we wrapped the case up, stuff him with pie and he'll be good as new."

"It just doesn't make sense," Sam said as they tossed the clumps of dirt and grass over their shoulders. "Dean takes care of that care like it was a baby. He changes its oil on time, tunes it up, gets new parts for it every now and then... how could something have happened to it?"

Ella's brows furrowed as she paused digging for a moment. "You're right. That doesn't make any sense.." She shrugged it off and continued digging until they had reached the grave. She tossed her shovel aside. "I left the salt and lighter over by that other tombstone. Be a dear and get them for me.. you handsome strong man you." She leaned down and started to pull open the lid of the casket.

Sam grinned. "As you wish." He said, leaning over to kiss her lips lightly before he tossed out the shovel and climbed up from the deep hole they had dug. He brushed a bit of the dirt off of himself and walked toward the tombstone she indicated, grabbing the bag of salt and the lighter.

Just as he had grabbed them, he felt the items fly out of his hands as he was suddenly and violently pulled backwards. The lighter and salt soared, and fell directly into the grave, knocking Ella in the head as she was fumbling with the casket lid.

"Ow! What the hell, Sam! You just throwing stuff at me now?" She complained loudly from inside the hole.

Sam grunted as he was forced backwards; the upper curve of one of the tombstones hit him in the back of the knees, causing him to fall over. He dropped into a sitting position and reached for his gun that he had dropped when he fell. "Ella, it's not me!"

Ella let out a squeak of alarm. "Crap! I'm hurrying!"

The spirit of the young girl in a little blue dress appeared and stood a few feet in front of him. Her small form flickered and suddenly she was standing over him, and she reached out her hand, pressing it to his chest. Sam started to scramble backward, but as soon as her hand touched his chest, he found himself unable to move. It was suddenly difficult to breathe, and he shuddered as he gasped shallowly, trying to draw in another breath. Spots began to swim before his eyes, and he felt lightheaded. "E-E…lla…"

The girl stared directly at him for a moment before flinging him away from her, and disappearing.

Ella climbed out of the grave, dark smoke now rising from the open coffin. She rushed over to Sam, kneeling down where he had fallen. "You okay?"

Sam gulped in a deep breath, coughing roughly from where he had fallen. A little blood was running down his forehead from where he had hit another tombstone when the ghost flung him away. He blinked, trying to clear his head. "Yeah… yeah, I'm fine." He said, his voice a little hoarse. "Fine…" He pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Think I might have a little concussion though." Lifting a hand he touched the side of his head with a groan.

"You'll be fine," Ella said, putting one of her arms around Sam as she helped him up off the ground. "Let's just clean this mess up and back to the motel."

"Dean, when you take a car to a mechanic, it's not so you can use their tools to fix the car. It's so they can fix it for you," Oshea reminded Dean as she rubbed his arm gently.

"I know, I know..." Dean said with a frustrated sigh. "I just don't like people touching my car."

"They're not going to hurt her, Dean." She said, taking his hand and leading him away from the garage. "Come on, why don't we walk around a little? There's a diner down the street, we can get some pie. Or I saw a bar not far from here, we can go hustle up some pool... play poker... I think there's an arcade, too. I can kick your butt at air hockey... they'll call us when they're done."

"Yeah, okay," He muttered grumpily. "Let's see who kicks who's butt at air hockey," He said, a little bit of a smile creeping up on his lips.

xx

A few hours later, Oshea and Dean pulled up into the motel's parking lot, the Impala good as new. Not long after they had gone to the arcade, the mechanic had called them, claiming the car had just started working again, and that apparently nothing was wrong with it. Neither Dean nor Oshea understood how that happened, but Dean didn't really care. He had his precious car back, and he had Oshea, who had just beaten Dean at air hockey several games in a row. He had a good day.

As they drove back to the hotel, Oshea glanced over at him a small smile spreading across her face. "So, Dean… was this a date?"

"What?" He said quickly. "No, of course not," He scoffed a little. "What gave you that ide- okay, maybe. Probably. Shut up," He rolled his eyes.

Oshea's smile broadened and she leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Dean. I had a great time... I needed that." She climbed out of the car and started into the motel room. When she opened the door, her eyes widened a little as she saw Sam, who was holding a rag filled with ice to his head. "What happened to you?"

"He got beat up by a little girl," Ella called out from inside the bathroom.

"It was a spirit," Sam grumbled, lowering the rag of ice from his forehead. There was a little dried blood on his skin.

Oshea's eyes widened. "A spirit? The spirit came here?"

Sam glanced up at Dean as he walked in then cleared his throat. "How's the Impala?" He said, changing the subject.

"Fine. Now what's this I hear about you getting beat up by a little girl?" He arched a brow.

Ella stepped out of the bathroom, changed out of her dirt stained clothing into a pair of dark jeans and a black tank top. "Yeah, we got rid of that spirit while you guys were out dealing with the car. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal was you guys could have used our help," Dean snapped back.

Ella rolled her eyes. "Well the spirit is gone, not killing anyone else, so I'd say we did a fair job."

"Still-" Dean started.

"And for your information I was working cases by myself before I even met the two of you, the same with you and Sam. So just.. ugh!" She threw her arms up and turned around, grabbing her jacket off the bed. "Come on," She pulled Oshea with her towards the door.

"Uh where are we going?"

"To get drunk," Ella replied.