Sorry it took so long my friends, i had SOOOOO much homework on the first day back, so I'll let you blame my teacher. And you can blame my volleyball coach for scheduling two practices and a game in the space of two days. Very long, long practices.

Next chapter up... I'm tryin' to tie up all of the loose ends here, and I hope it satisfies your Supernatural hunger. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own Supernatural! Muahahahahah! No I'm totally kidding, please don't sue.

Chapter Five: This Old House

Dean and Sam stared at Melanie with identical expressions of shock, mouths agape and eyes locked on their target. Melanie shifted uneasily under their scrutinizing gaze before finally asking,

"What? Why are ya'll staring at me? Do I have something in my teeth?" Melanie rubbed her index finger along her pearly white teeth.

"Friedmont?" Sam was the first to snap himself out of his state of shock. "You're kidding right?" He asked, "I didn't think he had any descendants."

"Who didn't have any descendants? Who in the world are you two going on about?" Melanie furrowed her brow in confusion.

"William." Dean breathed, continuing to stare as though mesmerised at the blonde waitress.

"Who?" Melanie's eyebrows shot up into her hairline. "I.. I think I'll get another waitress to serve you guys. No offense or anything, but you're kinda creeping me out."

"None taken." Sam assured her. "But please, just listen to us. You may be the key to destroying the spirit. Sit." He patted the tacky yellow upholstery with one hand, indicating for Melanie to sit down. She complied, but looked ready to bolt. She probably thought that they were ex-convicts out on parole, or serial killing psychopaths ar something. Which they weren't. Dean had been a little bit of a pyromaniac in his early teens, but that was the closest either of them had gotten to being certifiably insane. Although, I suppose if you squint, living in a real life version of Ghostbusters was pretty crazy.

"Do you know of a William Friedmont?" Dean asked Melanie as soon as her bottom was touching the holey seat.

"Oh, yeah. William Friedmont was killed on main street and his heart was cut out and replaced with a velvet one. Everyone in Roseau knows about him, he's a part of the town's history. He's a legend." Melanie told them.

"Well, we know of another legend." Sam explained. "Have you ever heard of the Heart Snatcher?"

Melanie's eyes flickered towards the ceiling as she racked her brain. "No... I can't say that I have."

"Well, the Heart Snatcher is the ancient spirit of William Friedmont who has come back to take his revenge. First on animals, next on humans." Dean said quickly, trying to avoid the embarrassmant factor that usually came with Sam and or Dean explaining what thay did for a living and being blatantly laughed at.

Melanie began laughing almost instantly. Sam and Dean paused their story, they had been expecting this. After a few moments her hysterical bouts of laughter subsided, and she said, "You're joking, right?" After seeing the somber no nonsense looks on Sam and Dean's faces, she continued. "Oh, god, you're serious, aren't you? Okay then, I'll bite. How do you know all of this?"

"Never mind that. You heard about what happened on Theresa and Martin Hannigan's farm, right?" Sam asked, taking a sip from his now cold coffee.

"Of course. In a small town like this you hear about everything ten minutes after it happens." Melanie said. "Her livestock were found dead and their... hearts had been... cut out. Okay. Weird. You two already knew that. You're saying that what did that was an angry ghost?"

"Exactly." Dean countered. "Do you believe us?"

Melanie contmplated this for a moment. "Yeah. I believe you. Why are you telling me all this though? What do I have to do with any of it?"

"You're the link." Dean told her.

"The link?"

"Yes. You are a descendant of William Friedmonts. Any brothers or sisters? Cousins?" Sam asked.

"Nope. Just me. Gets lonely sometimes." Melanie admitted, picking a fry off of Dean's plate.

"Then you are the only connection between William Friedmont's spirit and the real world." Dean explained. "We might need your help."

"Just tell me what to do." Melanie said.

"First, back to the Hannigan farm. I have some things to ask Theresa." Sam said, a grim yet determined look on his face.

With Melanie in the backseat, Sam, Dean, and the Impala roared out of the tiny town, engines gunned and Black Sabbath cranked up full blast. Grassy green hills, fields, barns, and irrigation pumps zoomed by out of the car windows, all illuminated with the glow of the quickly setting sun. All of the police had gone, but the crime scene tape was still stretched across the front yard of the Hannigan farm house, the only sign that there had been something out of the ordinary there.

As soon as Dean stopped the car, Sam jumped out and dashed up the front porch.

"No need to hurry..." Dean grumbled after his brother, as he removed the key from the ignition.

"Its been so long since I've been here." Melanie whispered, tiliting her head back to get a full view of the house.

"You've been here before?" Dean asked.

Melanie looked at the house again before answering. "Yeah, I babysat for their kid Michael about a year ago."

"You were fired?" Dean questioned.

"No." Melanie looked slightly upset. "Michael died. Brain tumor. It was so sad. Mr. Hannigan went totally looney too. Started seeing things and talking to himself. You know that he's up at a mental institution in Rochester?"

"Really?"

"Would you guys stop flirting and get up here?" Sam asked, tapping his foot impatiently.

Dean glared darkly at his brother and stomped his way up the porch.

Sam knocked. No answer. "Mrs. Hannigan?" He called, knocking again.

"Something's not right, Sam." Dean said, pounding loudly on the door. "Mrs. Hannigan? Theresa?" He yelled.

"You're right, somethings not right." Melanie snickered, but before Sam or Dean could turn to look at her, both were hit hard on the head, Dean at the back and Sam at the front. Everything went dark.

Another cliffie! I love to keep youz guyz hanging. R&R, you know the drill.- Heather XOXO

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Eagna: Yes, I am a HUGE CSI fan.Except CSI miami.I just can't stand Horatio Caine. And I've been kinda put off NY too since theyfired Aiden and brought in that new girl.