"Cyn…Cyn…Wake up we still have some ghost bustin' to do." She came to and saw Dean over her.

"Where is…?"

"We're at the hospital. Do you remember how Mandy died?"

"I think she was kidnapped, but she was found but she was pregnant so her boyfriend talked her in to an abortion. But it was an illegal one, and the tools were infected. And she got an infection and died."

"Oh wow. And why would she do this?"

"I think that she tricks the guy into having sex with her by putting them in a trance."

"Hun?" A short, plump, little nurse said. "Were gonna have to stitch up that arm of yours. M'kay?"

"Yes ma'am."

"N'sir?"

"Yea?"

"Do you think you can stand to watch your half-sissy here, get stitches?"

Cyn looked up at Dean and smiled. "I think I can manage."

"M'kay. We'll be right back."

"You called me your sister?"

"Yeah, so?"

"You sweet, sweet asshole. You didn't want to be my brother back at Walgreen's, now you volunteered it. Aww!"

"How's Sam?"

"He's-he's alive. I guess that's good enough."

"I have a ghost to bitch-slap."

Soon after her stitches, Cyn and Dean were back to ghost hunting. Cyn had changed into jeans and a tee shirt that fell right below her belly button. They went back to the seen of the crime-the frat house. It was 4 am and the party was still going. Dean started to dance to a Justin Timberlake mixed with Snoop-Dogg. He waited to be the decoy. Soon he was dancing with about five blondes-one of them was the culprit. Dean avoided her kiss and eye contact but did not deny the offer to 'go some where more quiet'. She sat on Dean's chest and kissed his neck. Dean looked into her eyes and he started to remember things that made him sad and he let his guard down. Cyn opened the door and interrupted them then yelled,

"Hey bitch! Remember me?"

Mandy sat up and looked at Cyn. "Yes I do. Why are you here? Do you feel hot?"

"No. I don't. Because I'm not a slut." Mandy lunged at Cyn-but instead of attacking her she started to kiss her. Mandy hit Cyn's head against a wall and Cyn started to bleed.

"Hey bitch! Do you remember how you died? Yeah, you were getting an abortion!" Dean yelled while his pulling his shirt on. "A baby! Dead and so are you! You would have lived if you hadn't done that. But you did. And now what? Now you're trying to kill innocent people. Mandy, you are dead now, Mandy. You can't punish people because of it. You have to stop, or be stopped." A tear ran down Mandy's pristine white face.

"But they need to be punished. They didn't care that I died because of Harpthrone. They thought my real boy friend did that to me, my 'kidnapper'." She started to sob. "No one cared. And you are getting in my way." She had some glowy orb thing grabbed Cyn by her throat and tried to shove it down her throat.

"You need to be stopped, Mandy." Dean pulled a gun from the back of his pants. "And I'll do just that." And he shot her with rock salt.

When she was gone Cyn took a deep breath. "Uhrg!" And she shuddered. "Oh god, Dean. Is that all?"

"No. Where did she get her abortion done?"

"The Harpthrone Clinic, I think. Why?"

"We are making a trip to the Harpthrone Clinic…"

In the car Dean explained himself. "So you are proposing Arson and Abuse of a Corpse-not to mention disrespect of a burial ground?"

"What are ya, a lawyer?" She looked at him angrily. "Just a little?" He pulled up in front. "I can make it seem like an accident." He got out and went around to her side and leaned in. "Don't worry your pretty little head." He lit a cigarette and got some motor oil. "And since this place backs right up to the street…" He made a puddle of oil and got back in the car made U-turn flicked the cigarette in the oil and drove away.

"All that stuff you said about abortion…Did you really mean it?"

He shrugged. "No, not really. I just said it to upset her."

Dean drove like a bat out of hell to the cemetery where Mandy Silver was buried. Dean and Cyn dug like crazy they surprisingly quickly got to the casket. Dean opened it and dumped gasoline and tossed a match in it and closed it they quickly buried it again while on fire. "Burn in Hell, bitch" They sped away. They got to the hospital just at the wake of dawn. They rushed up to Sam's room and saw him sitting up.

"Sam!"

"Sammy!" Both Cyn and Dean ran over and hugged him.

"Hey, guys. What's up and why does Cyn have dirt on her legs?"

"Long story."

"Let me feel your forehead, Hun." The nurse-the same one that was Cyn's said. "Here's the thermometer." She looked at it and the reading must have surprised her. "Well, maybe it wasn't Crimson. It might have been a virus. But still we want to keep you-maybe over night. M'kay?"

"Yes, I understand." She walked out and he said in almost the same breath. "What'd you do?"

"We cured you. And you're welcome!" Cyn said.

"Couldn't have said it better myself."

Cyn and Dean stayed over night with Sam. While Dean took a bathroom and coffee break Sam and Cyn played 'I Never' with Mountain Dew in pill cups.

"I never had my toes sucked." Cyn took a drink. "You had you're toes sucked? Ew, Cyn."

"Hmmm, I never have been caught peeping at someone." Sam took a drink. "Ew! You perv!"

"I never mooned any body." They both took a drink.

"I never have had sex with a man." Neither of them took a drink.

"You…? You're a…? You haven't…?"

"That's right. Are ya scared of me?"

"No."

"I just didn't think you're uh-"

"What's going on here?"

"Nothing." They both said in unison.

"You gave him Mountain Dew after I told you not to? You'll get him all hopped up on caffeine."

"Sorry Dean."

But the next morning, the hospital let Sam out for release.

"How's about we find a hotel-with connected rooms!-And get Sam there so he can rest."

"Alright! How are you Sammy Boy?"

He scratched his head. "My hair's a little crunchy from the gel-."

"It's fine." Cyn said quickly.

"But-I don't feel hot or even remotely horny."

"You freak. Not even remotl-get your ass up, Sam."

"We, I'm just sayin'-I don't feel like jumping in the shower with Cyn."

"I feel so weird. I was an accomplice at arson."

"You didn't really do anything."

"I know I just feel slightly dirty. Like I need a shower."

"Don't worry about me jumping in on you. The ship has sailed."

"Sir?" A nurse stuck her head in.

"Please, it's Scott, Scott Philips. I'm Mark Tremonti and this is-" Dean mentally snapped his fingers thinking. He thought of one! "Av-ril Lavigne." Cyn looked at him sharply. The nurse ticked people in her mind. You could tell she knew the name.

"Have you been here before?" The nurse asked.

"Um, nooo. My fathers from here though." Cyn looked at her watch. "Oh, crap! I have an interview with Kroger. We ought to be leaving."

"Yeah, ready Scott? Scott!"

Sam looked like he didn't know why they kept calling him Scott. Oh yeah! The alias. "Yea, sorry." He cleared his throat. "I'm ready if you are, Mark." Sam got out of bed. "Let's go, Avril." They walked out of the room.

"Bye Mr. Tremonti, Mr. Philips and Miss. Lavigne."

"Goodbye ma'am!" Dean yelled. "You unsuspecting hick." He said under his breath. As soon as they got out side Cyn yelled at him.

"Avirl Lavigne? What the hell."

They got in the car. "I thought you hated Creed."

"I do." Dean said starting the car up. "But the music is stuck in my head and I was in a rush when I checked you guys in."

They drove up the road. "Arm's wide open. Damn It!"

"Hey Cyn,"

"Yea, Sam?"

"When is Kroger expecting you?" Then Sam and Dean started laughing.