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"So, your Uncle Paolo," Dean commented as he stepped out of the Impala, "what's up with him?"

"What do you mean what's up with him?" Fallon asked. They were had just pulled up at the Roadhouse to see if they could find another case since they hadn't had any luck with the local papers. Suddenly Dean decided he wanted to know more about her relative. "I already told you about him."

"Yeah, but I mean, did he kill someone?" Dean pushed.

"I don't know!" Fallon exclaimed. "There's no concrete evidence, just a few circumstantial evidence that points his way."

"Cases have been won with circumstantial evidence," Sam pointed out.

"Yeah, well I guess the police of the DA's office didn't think they could win a murder trial with this evidence," Fallon replied tersely.

"Why would he have killed her?" Dean asked. "Was it an affair gone wrong?"

"More likely it was a mob hit," Fallon muttered. Sam and Dean came to an abrupt halt.

"Your families in the mob?!" Dean cried.

"Just a few on my mom's side," Fallon said defensively. "And we don't approve."

"But if you were in a tough spot and needed someone taken out for you would they have the connections to do that?" Dean questioned.

"Dean," Sam scolded.

"What? I want to know," Dean said.

"Sure, they would," Fallon replied. "But not because they're in the mob, but because they're family. Family means everything to my family."

Suddenly, the sound of broken glass came from inside the Roadhouse followed by shouting. "Catfight," Dean commented.

"We better put an end to it before it escalates," Sam sighed, and they headed inside. Ellen and Jo were facing off when they entered the building.

"I am your mother, I don't have to be reasonable!" Ellen shouted.

"You can't keep me here!" Jo cried back.

"I wouldn't bet on that," Fallon muttered under her breath. Ellen heard her and glanced over at them.

"Guys, bad time," she told them.

"Yes, ma'am," Sam agreed.

"Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway," Dean said, and they began to back out, but Jo stopped them.

"Wait, I want to know what they think about this," she said.

"That it's none of our business?" Fallon replied hoping they'd be allowed to leave without any more protest. Ellen looked like she was about to protest when the phone rang. She angrily stalked over to it to answer.

Jo walked over to them. "Three weeks ago, a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment," she said handing a folder out to Dean who stared at it apprehensively. "Take it. It won't bite."

"No, but your mom might," Dean commented. Jo glared at him and he took the folder.

"And this girl wasn't the first," Jo continued to explain. "Over the past eighty years six women have vanished. All from the same building, all young blondes. Only happens every decade or two so cops never eyeball the pattern. So we're either dealing with one very old serial killer, or…"

"Who put this together? Ash?" Dean asked.

"I did it myself," Jo answered.

"I gotta admit, we hit the road for a lot less," Sam said.

"Good," Ellen exclaimed rejoining the group. "You like the case so much, you take it."

"Mom!" Jo exclaimed.

"Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough," Ellen stated firmly. "And I won't lose you too. I just won't."

"We'll take the case," Fallon said to break the tension. "After all, Philly's only two hours away from Scranton."

"You know, I feel kinda bad for stealing Jo's case," Sam said as they climbed the stairs of the apartment building to the floor the girl who'd disappeared lived.

"I don't," Fallon replied. "Her mom's right. She doesn't belong hunting. She doesn't know what she's doing."

"Yeah, maybe she put together a good file," Dean agreed, "but could you see her out here working one of these things? I don't think so. He Fallon are you getting anything?"

"Yeah, there is definitely another spirit here," she replied.

"Is it adverse to you being here?" Dean asked.

"I'm not getting any bad vibes telling me I'm about to be attacked so I'm going with no," Fallon replied.

"What's that?" Sam asked pausing at a light fixture on the wall.

"What's what?" Fallon said turning back.

Sam ran his finger over the light fixture and pulled away with some black gunk stuck on it. "Holy crap!"

"That's ectoplasm," Dean expressed in awe.

"I've only seen this stuff, like, twice," Sam said. "I mean to make this stuff you have to be one majorly pissed off spirit."

"It looks like the gunk Gary the snail trailed around on a SpongeBob episode," Fallon commented. Dean and Sam both gave her a pair of side eyes. "Just saying."

"Alright, let's find this badass before he snags anymore girls," Dean said. They were about to round the corner when they heard two people. One of their voices sounded very familiar.

"Is that…" Fallon started to comment before they rounded the corner to see Jo talking with the landlord, "Jo."

"It's so convenient," Jo said glancing at Fallon when she heard her name spoken.

"Yeah, it's a great building, fixed it up real nice," the landlord said. "All the apartments come furnished, too."

"It is so spacious," Jo continued with her fake praise of the apartment. "You know, my friend told me I absolutely had to come check it out, and I have to admit, she was right. You did a really good job with this place."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked shaking off his surprise.

"There you are honey," Jo said grabbing Dean and snaking an arm around his waist. Fallon could swear she saw red and gritted her teeth audibly.

"Oh great," Sam muttered under his breath placing an arm around Fallon's shoulders as if he intended to hold her back.

"So, did you check out the apartment?" Jo asked Dean bringing him in on the charade.

"Yeah, loved it," Dean said quickly. "Great flow."

"How'd you get in?" the landlord asked.

"It was open," Dean answered quickly.

"Now, Ed, um, when did the last tenant move out?" Jo asked.

"Oh, about a month ago," the landlord told them. "Cut and run too. Stuck me for the rent."

"Well, her loss our gain!" Jo said cheerfully. "Cause if Dean-o loves it, it's good enough for me."

Fallon and Sam followed Jo and Dean into the apartment, Sam staying very close to Fallon.

"I'll flip you for the sofa," Jo said breezily.

"Does your mother even know you're here?" Dean questioned.

"Told her I was going to Vegas," Jo told him.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure she'll buy that," Fallon said.

"I'm not an idiot," Jo replied. "I got Ash to lay a credit card trail all the way to the casinos."

"You know you shouldn't lie to your mom," Dean admonished. "Shouldn't be here either."

"Well, I am," Jo stated. "So untwist your boxers and deal with it."

"We shouldn't have to deal with it," Fallon snapped. "It's not our job to watch some brat!"

"Oh, Fallon, do you have to…" Sam started to say but Jo cut her off.

"What's your problem with me?!" Jo asked defensively. "You're only barely civil with me. You don't even know me."

"I…"

"We're not going there," Sam stated firmly pulling Fallon back a step. "Can we just focus on the case? Without any fighting?"

"Fine," Fallon replied. "What's the history of the building?"

Jo spread out a roll of blueprint she'd had in her back pocket. "This place was built in 1924," she said. "It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago."

"What was here before 1924?" Dean asked.

"Nothing," Jo replied. "Empty field."

"So most likely scenario someone died bloody in the building, and now he's back and raising hell," Sam commented.

"I already checked," Jo said. "In the past eighty-two years, zero violent deaths. Unless you count a janitor who slipped on a wet floor."

"As a victim of violence, no, I don't count that as a violent death," Fallon said watching Dean pace back and forth. "Dean, would you cool it?"

Dean immediately sat down at the counter. "Have you checked police reports, county death records…"

"Obituaries, mortuary reports and seven other sources," Jo listed annoyed. "I know what I'm doing."

"That remains to be seen," Fallon muttered.

"Okay," Sam intervened before a fight could break out, "so, uh, it's something else, then. Maybe some kind of cursed object that brought a spirit with it."

"Well, we've got to scan the whole building. Everywhere we can get to, right?" Jo commented and shot a look at Fallon. "You have to make that part of the job easy."

Fallon smiled tightly. "That's why they keep me around," she replied.

"We keep you around for more reasons than that!" Dean said loudly looking almost offended that she would say that.

"I know that," Fallon agreed smiling more genuinely this time.

"Well, we'll cover more ground if we all split up," Jo said, "so…"

"Oh no," Dean interrupted. "You and I will go together. Sam and Fallon can search the bottom floors. Fallon will do her own circuit at night to cover the places we can't get into. And no, this is not negotiable."

Fallon and Sam were climbing to the second floor when Sam finally opened his mouth. "Do you have a reason you don't like Jo, other than the fact she has a crush on Dean, I mean?" Sam asked. "Or do you just hate all girls?"

"You have to admit she's a brat," Fallon said.

"Okay, so she's a little immature, but I don't think that calls for the behavior you exhibited towards her," Sam replied.

"So what? I'm a bitch?" Fallon retorted.

"No, but you're being a bitch," Sam said. Fallon gave him a look. "There's a difference."

Fallon snorted. "There's more to it than the fact that she's another girl or the fact she has a crush on Dean, but… I don't really want to get into it. But I get what you're saying. I'm being a bitch. I'll try to reign it in."

"Good," Sam said, "because if you two get into a catfight Dean will be way too happy." They both burst out laughing.

Fallon was just exiting the last apartment she'd swept through over the night looking for a cursed object when she ran into Sam? "Coffee run?" she guessed.

"Yeah.," Sam replied yawning. "You find anything?"

"No," Fallon answered. "I feel his presence all over this building but there's nothing I came across that had any glaring signs showing it hosted a spirit. I don't think we're dealing with a cursed object, just a spirit."

"Yeah, but there aren't any violent deaths that occurred here," Sam said.

"Well, we're obviously missing something," Fallon replied. "We'll look into it more when we get back. Maybe something happened before the building even existed. Maybe it's the land."

"Could be," Sam admitted. "Alright, we'll dig more into the…" He cut off as they exited the building. Blocking off the whole front of the building were a squadron of police cars. Two officers were talking with a distressed looking man nearby. Sam gave Fallon a look and she nodded before moving closer.

"When did you notice she was gone?" she heard one of the police officers ask the man.

"She wasn't answering her phone all day yesterday," the man said. "I thought it was really unlike her, she's usually glued to that thing."

"Were you immediately concerned?" the other officer asked.

"No," the man replied. "I figured she was just busy. Teresa always has some project she's working on. When she didn't answer the first call I just figured I tried again later."

"And when was it you called the second time?" the first officer asked.

"About two hours later," the man said. "I called to see if she wanted to go out for lunch with me. I was trying to make up for having to cancel our last date."

"Were you concerned this time when she didn't answer?" the officer asked.

"Concerned probably isn't the right word," the boyfriend said. "I guess I was just puzzled. It's so not like her to not answer her phone. But I wasn't really concerned until I called her around eight o'clock, to ask how her day had been, that I was concerned."

"You didn't think she'd just gone out to a bar or club and didn't hear the phone ring?" the second officer asked.

The boyfriend shook his head. "Teresa doesn't go out to bars or clubs on her own," he said. "They aren't her scene. I was hoping that's where she was, that maybe she and a few of her friends had gone out on a whim, but I didn't think that was the case."

"So, when did you come here?" the second officer questioned.

"Immediately, after leaving a message on her voicemail asking her to call me," the boyfriend said. "She's not supposed to have an extra key, but she had one made for me. I came straight over and entered her apartment. That's when I became more scared than concerned."

"It looked like there had been a struggle?" one of the officers asked.

"I'm not sure," the boyfriend replied. "There were a lot of cracks in the walls and ceiling that hadn't been there the last time I was over, but nothing else was broken, and there wasn't any blood. I thought maybe one of her decorating projects went awry. But then she never came home. I waited until I knew there was no way she could still just be out with her friends, and then I called 911."

Fallon went back to Sam. "There's another girl missing,"

"Did you get an apartment number?" Sam asked.

"No, but I bet they'll be something marking the apartment as a crime scene," Fallon replied. Let's start searching." They didn't have to go far. They were on the second floor when they saw police officers standing outside of one apartment room. "Go notify Dean and Jo. I'll check out the room."

"Be careful." Sam told her.

Fallon nodded her head and walked towards the apartment room. She breezed past the police officers and into the room. She noticed the cracks the girl's boyfriend had mentioned. They definitely weren't the result of a decorating project gone wrong. Fallon traced her finger along one of the cracks on the wall. When she pulled her hand away she had ectoplasm on her finger. She went through the rest of the apartment but couldn't find any sign of the spirit. She felt a trace of him throughout the apartment, especially near the walls, but nothing showing that this was where he was attached. With a sigh of frustration, she popped back to the apartment they had stationed for themselves.

"Find anything?" Dean asked.

"I feel his presence strongest when near the walls, but that apartment is not where he's attached to this building," Fallon said.

"Well, between that and the tuft of hair you two found, I'd say this sucker's coming from the walls," Sam said.

"But who is it?" Dean asked. "Building's history is totally clean." Fallon opened her mouth to bring up her suggestion of the land being haunted when Jo spoke first.

"Maybe we're looking at the wrong place," she suggested glancing down at a photograph of the empty field the apartment building had been built on. Fallon walked up next to her and stared at the photo. The building next to the empty lot had bars on its windows.

"There used to be a prison next door to this lot," Fallon commented. "Sam, give me your laptop." Sam started up the laptop and pushed it over to Fallon. She did a quick google search and pulled up an article on the old prison. "Moyamensing prison. It was built in 1835 and torn down in 1963. And get this, they used to execute people by hanging them in the empty field next door."

"Well, then we need a list of all the people executed there," Sam said.

"Oh, I'm already there, Sammy," Fallon replied smugly pulling up a list.

Sam glanced over her shoulder and raised his eyebrows. "A hundred and fifty-seven names?"

"We've got to narrow that down," Dean commented.

"Nope, we don't need to," Fallon said. "I know the culprit." She hovered her mouse over the name she'd picked out.

"Herman Webster Mudgett?" Sam questioned.

"The real name of the notorious H.H. Holmes," Fallon told them. "America's first serial killer. The man who was behind the reason the term serial killer was coined."

"You've got to be kidding me," Dean said incredulously.

"Who is this guy again?" Jo asked.

"He was a serial killer," Sam told her. "He confessed to twenty-seven murders, but some put the death toll at over a hundred."

"And his victim flavor of choice?" Dean added, "Pretty, petite blondes." They all glanced at Jo. "He, uh, used chloroform to kill them, which is what I smelled in the hallway last night. At his place, cops found human remains, bone fragments, and long locks of bloody blonde hair." They all glanced at Jo again. "Boy, you sure know how to pick them."

"Well, we just find the bones, salt them and burn them, right?" Jo said.

"Well, it's not that easy," Sam told her. "His body is buried in town, but it's encased in a couple tons of concrete."

"What?!" Jo exclaimed. "Why?"

"The story goes that he didn't want anybody mutilating his corpse," Dean answered "Cause, you know, that's what he used to do."

"You know something?" Sam said in realization. "We might have an even bigger problem than that."

"How does this get bigger?" Jo asked sounding overwhelmed.

"Because of who this guy is," Fallon replied. "Holmes built an apartment building in Chicago. He called it the Murder Castle. The whole place was a death factory, a maze of death, if you will. It had trap doors, acid vats, quick line pits. The guy built secret chambers in the walls! He locked his victims in and kept them alive for days. The lucky ones he'd suffocate. The others starved to death."

"So Teresa could still be alive," Jo said. "She could be inside these walls."

"We need sledgehammers, crowbars," Dean listed. "We've got to smash these walls. Anywhere thick enough to hide a girl."

"Okay," Fallon agreed. "I'll start going through. If I find anything I'll let you know."

"Do you need to know what floors we'll be on?" Jo asked.

"Oh no, I'm more than tuned into Sam and Dean," Fallon replied. "I'll know exactly where you are."

Fallon sighed in frustration as she rounded another corner in the walls. Every time she felt she was just on the tails of the other ghost he would suddenly disappear on her. Even more aggravating, she hadn't seen anywhere big enough for this ghost to hide a body. She could feel Sam's presence a few floors down from her and Dean's and Jo's across the building on the same floor. She tensed when she realized where the other spirit was heading. And then she heard a scream.

She immediately teleported to where Jo was. Dean wasn't there. They must have separated for some reason. Fallon didn't waste time worrying about though as she saw H.H. Holmes' with his hand clutching onto Jo's hair. She raised a hand and sent him flying back. He recovered quickly though, and before she could get to Jo he materialized right in front of her and wrapped his hands around her throat. She tried to pull at his wrists, but he was too strong.

"Fallon!" Jo cried and began to rush towards her, but Holmes pinned her to the wall. Fallon tried to blast him away, but she was weakening in her presence. The world was beginning to dim, and she could only faintly hear Dean banging on the wall, calling for both her and Jo. She glanced at Holmes' face. He was grinning maliciously at her.

"They'll finish you," she croaked before fading away.

Sam's P.O.V.

Sam was heading back for the room, having not found anything in the walls when Dean nearly collided into him. "Whoa," he exclaimed holding Dean's shoulders to steady him.

"He's got Jo and Fallon!" Dean panted, trying to catch his breath.

"What?" Sam cried. "How did that happen?"

"I wasn't with her. We came to a section of the wall that was too narrow for me to fit through, so she went ahead," Dean explained. "I heard her scream and then there was the sound a scuffle. Jo called out for Fallon so she must have shown up. When I finally got through they were both gone!"

"Hey, hey, look, we'll find them, okay?" Sam assured his brother.

"Where?" Dean asked testily.

"Inside the walls," Sam answered.

"We've been inside the walls all night!" Dean exclaimed. "None of the other girls were there, they won't be either!"

"Let's continue this conversation inside the room, okay?" Sam urged as he noticed someone's door opening a crack. They quickly went to their room. "Let's think about this. Maybe we have Holmes' M.O. wrong."

"Yeah, well, we'd better friggin' think fast," Dean snapped when his cell suddenly rang. "Yeah." Sam watched as Dean's face paled, his own followed suit after realizing it was Ellen on the phone, and the gig was finally up. Dean winced after the call ended. "Dammit!"

"She coming up?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, and we need to have Jo back by the time she's here," Dean replied. He began pacing around the room.

"You okay?" Sam asked.

"Why would he take Fallon?" Dean asked abruptly. "She isn't his normal victim."

"He probably didn't take her, Dean," Sam said. "His energy probably overpowered hers. She's probably in limbo recovering."

"What if it's worse than that?" Dean pushed.

"Look, Fallon's faced plenty of foes more powerful than this bastard," Sam said. "She'll be fine."

"How can you be so calm about this?!" Dean exclaimed. "She's your best friend!"

"Because I know she'll be fine," Sam replied. "I'm surprised you care this much. When she first joined us you used to tell me behind her back that you'd hope some other spirit would cancel her out so we'd be saved the trouble of digging up her grave to salt and burn her."

"Yeah, well, that was before we were friends!" Dean cried.

"Well, I'm glad your relationship with her has improved," Sam said, "but if you don't calm down and get it together you'll be no help to Fallon or Jo. Now, get over here, I've got something." While Dean was on the phone he had been doing another Google search on his laptop about Holmes' Chicago apartment building. "If you look at the layout of the Holmes' murder castle, there's all torture chambers in the walls, right?"

"Right," Dean agreed.

"But there's one we haven't considered yet," Sam said. "The one in this basement."

"This building doesn't have a basement," Dean pointed out beginning to get worked up again.

"You're right. It doesn't," Sam agreed before clicking on another tab he had up, "but I just noticed this. Beneath the foundation, it looks like part of an old sewer system that hasn't been used for…"

"Let's go," Dean said.

Sam was using a map of the old to try sewer system. It led them to an empty field. He scanned the field with a metal detector until it went off. He glanced at his brother. Dean quickly began to dig and after a while cleared away enough dirt for a metal trap door to surface. Sam helped him clear away the dirt and they both tugged it open.

Carefully, they began to climb down a metal ladder. When they reached the bottom there was a very small tunnel. The two army crawled through the tunnel until they came to a large space and saw Holmes standing in the middle of the open chasm with a hand over Jo's mouth.

"Hey!" Dean shouted and fired his rifle at him. The rock salt bullet hit Holmes and he disappeared. Dean ran to Jo and Sam quickly looked around the room to see if others were trapped down here. He came across Teresa, but no one else alive.

"We're gonna get you out of here, alright?" he told her comfortingly as he carried the girl in his arms.

"Is Fallon here?" he heard Dean questioning Jo.

"No," Jo answered. "She tried to save me, but he overpowered her. He was strangling her, and… it was like she just faded away. She got harder and harder to see and then she wasn't there anymore."

"She'll be okay, Jo," Sam told her. "She just needs some recovery time."

He then helped lead Teresa out of the sewer system. He told her to go for her boyfriend's apartment and to pretend everything was fine. He didn't know if she would listen or not, but she had nodded her head before taking off. When he got back down to the room Holmes had been holding Jo he found her sitting in the middle of the room.

"What's going on here?" he asked.

"I'm going to be the bait," Jo answered shakily.

"You sure you're okay with that?" Sam asked.

"No," Jo replied. "But I think it's the best option we have."

"Sam and I won't be far," Dean assured her. "The second Holmes is in the right spot we'll be right here. Sam, I need you to get back to the Impala and grab all the sacks of salt we have. And rope."

They worked quickly to set up their trap and then Sam and Dean ducked out of the room, leaving Jo in sitting on the floor in the middle of the room. It wasn't long before Holmes rematerialized and approached her.

"Now!" Dean shouted. Jo dived forward out of the room and Sam and Dean shot at the sacks of salt they'd hung up all around the room. As the salt spilled out of it, it made a circle; trapping Holmes inside it. The spirit angrily shouted at them.

"Scream all you want you dick," Jo muttered angrily. "There's no way you're stepping over that salt."

Sam stood with Jo near the trapped door while they waited for Dean. "So, this job as glamorous as you thought it would be?" he questioned.

"Well, except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah. Sure," Jo replied. "But that Teresa girl's gonna live a life because of us. It's worth it, isn't it?"

"Depends on who you're asking," Fallon's voice rang out from behind them.

"Fallon!" Sam exclaimed spinning around. Fallon looked pale and it looked like it was taking everything she had to stay on her feet, but she wasn't fading in and out.

"I'm okay, Sam," she said. "No need to look so worried."

"I wasn't," Sam teased her lightly. "Dean, on the other hand…"

Fallon snorted. "Please," she replied, though in good humor. "He'll probably be sorry to see I'm back."

"No, he was really worried about you," Jo told her. "He asked me if you were being held captive with me and Teresa and he only looked more frantic when I told him what happened. Thank you, by the way."

"For what?" Fallon asked. "I didn't stop the guy from snatching you."

"You tried," Jo said.

Fallon opened her mouth to reply when loud beeping approached them. Fallon raised her eyebrows as a large cement truck rolled towards them.

"You ripped off a cement truck?" Jo asked shocked.

"I'll give it back," Dean replied dismissively. "Hey Fallon."

"I heard you missed me," Fallon said.

Dean snorted. "Don't believe everything you hear," he told her smiling. She smiled widely back and stood with Jo and Sam as they watched Dean pour cement down into the sewer system, ensuring the salt circle would never be broken.

Fallon's P.O.V.

The group began to head back to their apartment room. Sam and Dean had both tried to hover around Fallon, but she'd waved them off. Jo on the other hand, insisted on walking right beside her. The boys were a few steps ahead of them, just out of hearing distance as they approached their floor.

"Thank you again, for trying to rescue me," Jo said. "Especially, since I know you don't like me."

Fallon sighed. "Look, it's not that I don't like you," she said, and Jo gave her a look. "No, really, I know I sometimes have issues with other girls around, I always have, but you're a nice girl."

"So, what's your problem with me?" Jo asked.

"I'm jealous," Fallon answered simply. "You have everything I want. A life you could do anything you wanted. You could be with a guy you like. I'm even jealous of the fact that you can fight with your mom! I'd kill to have that back."

"If it's any consolation I wish you could have that back," Jo told her.

"I don't think there is a consolation for what happened to me," Fallon admitted, "but I appreciate the sentiment. Thank you. And I'm sorry for being a bitch earlier."

"Apology accepted," Jo answered. They continued silently until they met up with Sam and Dean at the top. They froze as they entered their apartment room and were met with a livid Ellen.

Fallon was sat in the back seat between Jo and Sam as they pulled up to the Roadhouse. She had kept her head down the whole ride back. She couldn't bring herself to meet Ellen's eyes. She stayed in the car when the rest went into to building. It wasn't long before Sam and Dean came right back out.

"Are we banned for life?" she asked, trying to make a joke.

"The verdict hasn't been given yet," Sam replied.

"Let's just see if things cool down," Dean said leaning against the Impala. A few minutes later and Jo came storming out of the Roadhouse and stormed past them. Dean followed but Sam and Fallon stayed at the car. After a bit Dean came back. Without saying a word he got into the driver's seat. Sam and Fallon shared a look before also getting back into the car. Fallon watched the Roadhouse grow smaller as they drove away. She had a feeling it would be a while before they saw it again.