Angel scoffed as she and her brother straightened, "Now this all makes perfect sense."

Ballard looked up at them, "I'm sorry?"

"Claires not a vengeful spirit." Angel put her hands on her hips, "She's a death omen."

"Excuse me?"

"Claire's not killing anyone. She's trying to warn them." Sam explained, "You see, sometimes spirits, they don't want vengeance, they want justice. Which is why she led us here in the first place. She wants us to know who her killer is."

Angel crossed her arms as she turned to Ballard with a frown, "Detective, how much do you know about your partner?"

Realization hit her in the face and her eyes went wide, "Oh my god…" She looked between them, "About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup. Obviously it was a cop. We never found out who did it, but whoever did it would need someone to fence their product."

"Someone like a heroin dealer."

"Somebody like Claire."

On the highway…

Sheridan drove an armored van down the highway as Dean sat in the back.

"So I'm being extradited to St. Louis, huh? And you just decided to transfer me yourself, eight hundred miles? At two in the morning?" Dean grumbled, "This can't be good."

With Ballard, Angel and Sam…

Ballard drove Angel and Sam down a similar stretch of road as she finished a call on her cell phone.

"Alright. Thanks."

Sam studied her tense stature, "What is it?"

"Pete just left the precinct." She tensed even more, "With Dean."

Angel leaned forward, "What?!"

"He said the prisoner had to be transfered, and he just took him. Dispatch has been calling but he won't answer the radio."

"Radio?" Sam repeated, "He took a county vehicle?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then they should have a lo-jack, you've just gotta get it turned on."

In a clearing…

The armored van pulled off the road and stopped, "Pee break? So soon? You might want to get your prostate checked." Dean watched as Sheridan got out and circled to the back, "Son of a bitch." When he opened the van, Dean shook his head, "Hey, I'm cool in the van, you go do what you gotta do."

Sheridan hauled Dean out and threw him to the ground, "You're a cocky son of a bitch. You think those people in St. Louis are gonna buy that crap you're peddling? Here's the thing. You're not gonna make it to St. Louis. You're gonna die trying to escape."

He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Deans head, "Wait! Wait. Let's- let's talk about this. I mean, you don't want to do something that you're gonna regret later." He frowned when Sheridan cocked his gun, "Or maybe you do."

"Pete!" Ballard yelled when they arrived, pulling her own gun on him as Sam and Angel put their hands up from behind her when he swung his gun at them, "Put the gun down."

"Diana?" He put his gun back on Dean, "How'd you find me?"

"I know about Claire."

His expression never wavered, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Put the gun down!"

"No, I don't think so." He shook his head at her before smirking down at Dean, "You're fast. Pretty sure I'm faster."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I didn't do anything, Diana."

She glared at him, "It's a little late for that."

"It wasn't my fault." He pleaded with her, "Claire was gonna turn me in, I had no choice."

"And Tony? Karen?"

"Same thing! Tony scrubbed the money. Then he got skittish, and then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything."

Dean glanced at Angel and Sam, who were both giving him 'How do we get out of this' looks. Dean shook his head at them making them both grit their teeth.

"It was a mess; I had to clean it up. I just panicked."

"How many more people are gonna die over this, Pete?"

"There's a way out. This Dean kid's a friggin' gift. We could pin the whole thing on him." His eyes once again plead with hers, "Okay? No trial, nothing. Just- just one more dead scumbag."

Dean frowned, "Hey!"

Sheridan raised his gun and Dean backed off, "No one will question it. Diana, please. I still love you." His eyes stared into hers for a beat before she lowered her gun, much to the dismay of the Winchesters, "Thank you." He smiled at her, "Thank you."

As he turned back to Dean, Ballard brought her gun up and fired, hitting Sheridan in the stomach. He went down and Dean quickly rolled out of the way.

She walked towards him with a glare as he groaned, "Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass?"

Sheridan tackled her legs, knocking her down. She lost her gun and Sam tried to go for it, but Sheridan got there first.

"Don't do it!" He pointed it directly at Sam who put his hands up and let Angel back him up, "Don't do it!

Ballard stared past Sheridan, who turned to see the ghost behind him, staring through her bloody hair. She smiled as a gunshot went off: Ballard recovered a weapon and shot Sheridan in the back. He went down again, more permanently this time.