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Dean, Isabeau and Sam dig at Angela's grave site. They're panting and sweating with exertion. Standing on the coffin, Dean clears the rest of the dirt off and turns to Isabeau, "Ladies first."

Isabeau sighs, picking up her flashlight and handing it to Sam, "Hold that."

She shakes her head as she leans down, and opens the coffin. Isabeau tilts her head in confusion at the empty coffin as Sam and Dean look at each other.

All three of them stare down at Angela's empty coffin, "They buried the body four days ago." Dean says.

Sam shakes his head, "I don't get it."

In the light of the flashlight that she took back, Isabeau sees something carved into the inside of the coffin, "Look."

All three of them crouch down to take a closer look, "What is that?" Dean asks.

"I'm not sure." Sam says.

"I've seen these kind of symbols before." Dean tells them.

Isabeau reaches her hand out, touching the markings. She felt a shiver go down her spine and her entire body filled with dread. She suddenly felt dizzy, "Think I'm gonna be sick."

She stands up from her crouched position and leans against the hole they dug, "Oh, god." She takes a deep breath and she feels two hands rub on her back.

"Hey, you okay?" Dean asks.

"Breathe, Beau." Sam says.

Isabeau nods, giving them a thumbs up, "Yeah, just… all I feel is death and decay. New side effects of psychometry… feeling the emotions of the past. Just give me a minute and I'll be good."

Dean pounds heavily on Dr. Mason's door, very agitated.

Isabeau stares at Dean worried as Sam talks, "Dean. Take it easy, okay?"

Dr. Mason opens the door, "You're Angie's friends, right?"

Isabeau smiles weakly, speaking gently, "Dr. Mason…"

"We need to talk." Dean says harshly, interrupting her.

Dr. Mason stares at them, opening his door slightly, "Well, then, come in."

"Thanks." Sam says as they walk in.

The three stand in Dr. Mason's house. "You teach Ancient Greek. Tell me…" Dean unwraps a piece of paper, "...What are these?"

He shows Dr. Mason the paper on which he's copied the symbols from the grave.

Dr. Mason takes the paper, "I don't understand. You said this had something to do with Angela."

"It does. Please, just humor me." Dean asks.

"They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual." Dr. Mason tells them.

Dean nods, "Used for necromancy, right?"

"That's right." Dr. Mason confirms.

"See, before we came over here we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves. Apparently they used rituals like this one for communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life. Full-on zombie action." Dean explains.

Isabeau shifts in her spot. That's why she was feeling sick earlier. Necromancy was a craft that Isabeau never touched… well, she touched once and it was horrifying. Getting high at a college party with a bunch of dumb humans wasn't the best idea.

"Yes. I mean, according to the legends. Now, what's all this about?" Dr. Mason folds up the paper, handing it back to Dean.

Sam, watching Dr. Mason's face is having doubts, but Dean pushes on, "I think you know."

"Dean." Sam warns.

"Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?" Dean asks.

"Dean!" Isabeau warns him as well.

"What are you talking about?" Dr. Mason asks, confused.

"What's dead should stay dead!" Dean growls. Isabeau's eyes widen at his words.

"What?!"

"Stop it!" Sam shouts. He glances at Isabeau who just stares at Dean sadly.

"What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore. These things are vicious, they're violent, they're so nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean, come on, haven't you seen Pet Sematary?" Dean shouts.

"You're insane." Dr. Mason tells him, walking over to grab a phone.

Dean turns, "Where is she?"

"Get out of my house." He starts dialing the phone, but Dean knocks it out of his hand.

"I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she?!" Dean shouts again.

"Dean! Stop, that's enough! Dean, look!" Isabeau grabs Dean's jacket, and points to a row of plants by the window, "Beautiful, living plants."

She turns to Dr. Mason, "We're leaving."

"I'm calling the police." Dr. Mason tells her.

Dean pulls out of Isabeau's grip and storms for the door.

Sam sighs, "Sir, we're sorry. We won't bother you again." Sam and Isabeau follow Dean to the door and leave.

Dean strides down the steps and along the sidewalk, Sam and Isabeau following. "What the hell is the matter with you, Dean?" Sam asks.

"Back off." Dean says.

Isabeau points back at the house, "That man is innocent! He didn't deserve that!"

Dean shrugs, "Okay, so she's not here, maybe he's keeping her somewhere else."

"Stop it! That's enough, okay? Enough!" Sam shouts, the two brothers now staring each other down as they walk.

"Sam, I know what I'm doing."

"No, you don't. At all. Dean, we don't scare easy, but man, you're scaring the crap out of us." Sam says, referring to himself and Isabeau.

Dean rolls his eyes, "Don't be overdramatic, Sam."

Isabeau shakes her head with a bitter laugh, "You're lucky this turned out to be a real case. Because if it wasn't you would have just found something else to kill."

Dean stops, turning to her, "Wha-"

Isabeau raises her arms in defense, "You're on edge, you're erratic - except for when you're hunting, because then you're downright scary. You're tailspinning, Dean. And you refuse to talk about it and you won't let me help you."

Dean stares at her, saying nothing, "I'm your girlfriend! And I'm also Sam's. I'm always there for both of you, and I give you time, I do. But I'm worried, Dean. I'm scared."

Dean sighs, "I don't want to burden you, I can take care of myself." Isabeau stares at him in disbelief. Was that how he thought of himself to her, a burden?

Dean starts walking away, and Isabeau and Sam follow. Sam furrows his brow, shaking his head, "No, you can't. And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean, no one can."

"Sam, if you bring up Dad's death one more time I swear…" Dean overlaps Sam.

Sam reaches out to his brother, stopping all three of them again, "Stop. Please, Dean, it's killing you. Please. We've already lost Dad. We've lost Mom. I've lost Jessica. We almost lost Isabeau. And now I'm going to lose you too?"

"We better get out of here before the cops come." Dean says, ignoring Sam's words.

Sam frowns at him.

Dean nods, "I hear you. Okay? Yeah, I'm being an ass. And I'm sorry." He looks at Isabeau, "I'm sorry. But right now we've got a friggin' zombie running around, and we need to figure out how to kill it."

Sam laughs as Isabeau rubs her face.

"Right?" Dean asks them.

Sam shakes his head, "Our lives are weird, man."

"You're telling me. Come on." Dean says, throwing an arm around Isabeau's shoulder.

Dean is pacing in their motel room, Sam sitting on the bed with John's journal as Isabeau is sitting at the table flipping through her own books.

"We can't just waste it with a head shot?" Dean asks.

"Dude. You've been watching way too many Romero flicks." Sam says.

"You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em." He goes to sit at the table with Isabeau by the window. He takes one of Isabeau's hands in his as she flips through her books with the other.

Sam shakes his head, "No, Dean, I'm telling you there's too much. I mean, there's a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing them." He joins Dean and Isabeau at the table.

Isabeau clears her throat, not looking up, "Some say setting them on fire, uh, one said, where is it? Right here. Feeding their hearts to wild dogs. That's my personal favorite. I mean, who knows what's real and what's myth?" Isabeau says slamming her book shut as Sam does the same to John's journal.

"Is there anything they all have in common?" Dean asks the both of them.

"No." Sam sighs, "But a few said silver might work."

"Silver's a start."

Isabeau nods, "Yeah. But now how are we going to find Angela?"

Dean squeezes her hand, "We've got to figure out the person who brought her back."

"Any ideas?"

"I think if it's not her dad it might be that guy Neil." Dean lets go of Isabeau's hand, petting the back of her head as he gets up and walks away from them.

"Neil?" Sam says as him and Isabeau turn to him.

"Yep." Dean says, picking up the pink diary.

Isabeau crosses her legs and leans against the back of her chair, "How'd you come up with that?"

"Well, you two got your journals, I've got mine." Dean begins to read from the diary, "'Neil's a real shoulder to cry on, he so understands what I'm going through with Matt.' There's more in here where that came from. It's got unrequited Duckie love written all over it."

Sam shakes his head, "Yeah, but that doesn't mean he brought her back from the dead."

Dean hums, "Hmm. Did I mention he's Professor Mason's TA? Has access to all the same books."

Sam and Isabeau look speculative.

Dean, Isabeau and Sam walk into Neil's house. The house is dark and quiet. "Hello? Neil?! It's your grief counselors. We've come to hug." Dean says and he pulls out a gun.

Sam looks at it, "Silver bullets?"

"Yeah, enough to make her rattle like a change purse." Dean says as they start stalking through the house, Dean in the lead with the gun out.

Isabeau looks over and points to the wilted plants by a window as they walk through.

They find the entrance to the basement and Dean nods at it, "Unless it's where he keeps his porn…"

Sam opens the door and Dean leads the way down the stairs to the basement. There's a bed and other things alluding to the fact that someone was living down there, but at the moment, it's empty.

"It sure looks like a zombie pen to me." Dean says.

"Yeah. An empty one. You think Angela's going after somebody?" Sam asks.

Isabeau looks around, finds a loose grate and pulls it aside. It leads out, somewhere, "Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches." She says jokingly.

Sam comes over and smacks her on the ass for her comment. Isabeau looks up at him surprised at his actions, "Look, she might kill someone. We gotta find her, Isabeau."

Isabeau nods, regretting joking around, "Yeah. All right. She, uh, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right?"

Sam nods at her, "Yeah."

Dean comes over, "Well, it takes two to, you know, have hardcore sex."

Isabeau smirks as Sam shakes his head at him.

"I don't know, it just seemed that, uh, Angela's roommate was broken up over Matt's death. I mean, like, really broken up." Dean clarifies.

Isabeau winces, "Ouch."

Lindsey is sitting in the dim house looking at a framed picture of Matt and Angela. She hears a noise, gets up and goes to the front door. "Hello?" She calls out nervously.

She opens the door, sees nothing. She turns, and Angela is there. "Hi Lindsey, I'm home!" Angela grabs her by the hair as Lindsey screams.

Angela closes the door and Lindsey breaks away from Angela, screaming. She runs into the kitchen and Angela follows, picking up a pair of scissors from the counter. "You know what you did!" Angela shouts.

Lindsey breathes heavily, "I'm sorry. I am so, so-"

"You're not sorry enough!" Angela cuts her off, stabbing at her with the scissors, but Lindsey ducks.

Angela attacks again and Lindsey goes down to the floor. As Angela advances, Lindsey kicks out, knocking Angela forward onto the scissors and she goes still.

Lindsey gets up, cautiously shoves Angela's body over and the scissors are sticking out of her chest. "Oh God. Oh god. Oh my god. Oh my god, oh, oh-"

Angela's eyes open, she grabs Lindsey by the hair and pulls the scissors out. As she pulls them both to standing, readying the scissors to stab Lindsey, several shots are fired and Angela convulses.

Angela turns around with a scream to face Dean, Isabeau and Sam. Dean fires the gun again, right in Angela's chest. She screams and bolts out the window, Dean follows. Isabeau runs to Lindsey, helping her, "Gotcha. I gotcha."

Sam stands behind Isabeau, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Dean comes back through the window, "Damn, that dead chick can run."

"What now?" Sam asks.

"I say we go have a little chat with Neil."

Dean is driving the impala on the highway, Sam in the passenger's seat and Isabeau is in the middle with one of her grimoires open.

"So the silver bullets, they did something, right?" Sam asks Dean.

"Yeah, something, but not enough." Dean glances at Isabeau, "What else you got?"

Isabeau sighs, "Um, okay, besides silver, we have... nailing the undead back into their grave beds. It's mentioned a few times. It's probably where the whole vampire staking lore came from."

"Their grave beds? You serious?" Dean asks her in disbelief.

Isabeau nods, "Yeah."

"How the hell are we going to get Angela back to the cemetery?" Dean asks.

Neil is sitting in the dark in his office, nervous. Dean, Isabeau and Sam enter. Neil looks over at them confused, "What are you guys doing here?"

The door closes behind them as they walk forward. Isabeau chuckles, "You know, I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you… you take the cake."

Neil shakes his head, "Okay. Who are you guys?"

"You might want to ask Angela that question." Dean says.

"What?"

Sam shakes his head at him, "We know what you did. The ritual? Everything."

Neil scoffs at them, "You're crazy."

Dean leans forward, "Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy? When someone's gone they should stay gone." Isabeau briefly glances away. "You don't mess with that kind of stuff." Dean says.

Sam glares at Neil, "Angela killed Matt. She tried to kill Lindsey."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Neil says.

Dean stomps over to the other side of the desk and hauls Neil up by the collar, "Hey! No more crap, Neil. His blood is on your hands. Now, me and them can make this right, but you've gotta tell us where she is. Tell us!"

Neil stares at him, "My house. She's at my house."

Dean lets him go, then sees several potted plants by the window; they're dead. He looks at Neil, "You sure about that?"

Neil nods, looking around nervously. Dean looks past him to see a closet. Thinking, he seems to get an idea. He raises his voice slightly, "Listen. It doesn't really matter where she is."

Dean walks over to Isabeau and Sam, "There's only one way to stop her. We've got to perform another ritual over her grave, to reverse the one that you did. We're going to need some black root, some, some scar weed, some candles... It's very complicated, but it'll get the job done. She'll be dead again in a couple hours. I think you should come with us."

Dean and Neil stare each other down, "I'm serious, Neil. Leave with us. Right now." Dean demands.

Neil shakes his head, "No. No."

Dean leans in, lowering his voice, "Listen to me. Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad."

Dean turns around, "Let's go." He says to Sam and Isabeau, and they all leave.

Around Angela's grave, Isabeau's eyes glow a fiery orange as she lights the candles, "You really think this is going to work?" She asks, lighting the last bit of the candles.

Dean shakes his head, looking over at her, "No, not really. But it was the only thing I could come up with."

All three hear a noise, and they nod to each other. Isabeau's eyes seem to glow a little brighter as Sam stands and pulls a gun from the small of his back.

He stalks in the direction of the sound, away from Isabeau and Dean. Some distance away, he freezes, hearing something behind him. Angela advances towards him, he turns at the last minute, and points the gun at Angela.

She stops short, "Wait! It's not what you think. I didn't ask to be brought back. But it's still me. I'm still a person. Please."

After hearing her out, Sam fires the gun, hitting her square in the forehead. She screams, her head snapping back. The bullet had no effect.

Sam bolts back towards the grave. She tackles him, and he lands hard on the ground. Angela twists his head back and Dean fires at her, startling her back to stand.

As she turns to run, she stops in fear as Isabeau stands in front of her, eyes glowing violet now. She smirks at Angela, "Hiya." She waves her arm and Angela goes flying over her and into the open grave, landing in the empty coffin.

Dean takes out a long metal stake and runs to the grave, sliding the last length on his knees and diving into the coffin. He buries the stake in her chest, pinning her in.

"Wait, don't!" Angela screams.

Dean drives it further in and she gasps one last time, then goes limp.

Dean pulls back, panting, "What's dead should stay dead."

The next morning, Dean,Isabeau and Sam pat down the dirt over the grave, panting, "Rest in peace." Isabeau says, leaning into her shovel.

"Yeah. For good this time, okay?" Dean agrees.

They turn away, heading for the car, picking up their jackets as they go. Sam grunts as he lifts the shovel over one shoulder, "You know, that whole fake ritual thing, luring Angela into the cemetery? Pretty sharp."

Dean nods, "Thanks."

Sam scoffs, "But did we have to use me as bait?

Dean smiles, "I figured you were more her type. You know, she had pretty crappy taste in guys."

Isabeau wacks him over the head, "Excuse me, sir. I am dating the both of you. If that were true, you're in the same boat."

Dean purses his lips, throwing his arm over her shoulder, "And I am lucky to be in that boat." He leans down, pressing his lips to hers.

Sam shakes his head fondly at them, "I think she broke my hand."

Dean laughs, "You're just too fragile. We'll get it looked at later." He turns back to Mary's grave, pausing.

Sam sighs, "You want to stay for a while?"

Dean pauses, "No." He turns, heading back to the impala and they drop their things in the trunk. They get in, Dean in the driver's side and Sam lets Isabeau get in first before getting in himself.

Driving along the highway, Dean is scowling. Sam and Isabeau look at him, concerned from their position, Isabeau back in between his legs and leaning back against his chest.

Dean pulls the car across the road to stop on the opposite shoulder. He gets out and sits on the hood. Sam and Isabeau follow.

"Dean, what is it?" Isabeau asks, coming up to sit next to him.

Dean doesn't say anything for a moment, "I'm sorry."

"You… For what?" Sam asks.

"The way I've been acting." Dean looks down.

Sam crosses to sit on the hood, sitting next to Isabeau.

Dean looks up, "And for Dad. I mean, he was your dad too. And it's my fault that he's gone."

Sam shakes his head, "What are you talking about?"

"I know you've been thinking it, so have I. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, I made a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later Dad's dead and the Colt's gone." Dean looks over at them.

Isabeau sighs, "Dean."

"You can't tell me there's not a connection there." Dean pauses, "I don't know how the demon was involved. I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly. But Dad's dead because of me. And that much I do know."

"We don't know that. Not for sure." Sam looks over at him.

"Sam… Isabeau…" Dean starts crying, "You two and Dad... you're the most important people in my life. And now... I never should've come back, Sam. It wasn't natural. And now look what's come of it. I was dead. And I should have stayed dead. You wanted to know how I was feeling. Well, that's it."

Isabeau looks forward, thinking about his words as Sam nods.

"So tell me. What could you possibly say to make that all right?" Dean turns to look at Sam and he looks away, close to tears himself. Dean looks away.

Isabeau huffs, getting up from the hood and turns to Dean, "Stop blaming yourself."

Dean sighs, "Beau, please, I-"

Isabeau shakes her head, "No. Whatever John did, he knew the consequences. Hell, if anything I should be guilty."

Sam furrows his brows, "What?"

Isabeau bites her lips, digging them into her jacket pockets, "I've died three times, guys. If anyone should be dead, it's me."

Dean shakes his head, "Beau, no."

"Yes, Dean." Isabeau nods, "I was a stillborn. I was dead before my mother gave birth to me, but somehow I'm still breathing. I should've died in Nebraska when I got electrocuted and I died in that hospital bed after the demon tried to kill me…"

Dean and Sam stare at her as she looks away, "I get it, Dean. I do. That's what I can say to make you feel somewhat at ease. You're not alone, Dean. Something… someone brought me back from death."

Isabeau turns back to them, tears in her eyes, "I don't want to leave you guys. Not now or anytime soon, but…"

Isabeau looks out at the mountain side, not wanting to face Sam and Dean, "Why won't I die?"

Yay! So happy I finished this! Hopefully I am out of my slump this week, I feel more motivated to write again. Plus, I love seeing that people really like Isabeau and it makes me so happy that you guys like her character! Thank you!

Hope you all enjoyed!