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Supernatural

You'd be surprised

The next day the boys and I drove down to the latest murder sight to check things out. It was around three in the afternoon and the cops were long gone. We snuck into thewomans apartment and started to look around.

"Dean, you said all the victims were heartbroken right?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"I think I found what she was broken hearted for."

I said picking up an old photo album that was on the floor.

"What is it?" Dean said coming over to look at it.

"It's a photo album and it seems to be all pictures of the victim and what looks like her mother."

Then I flipped to the last page where it had a death certificate of a Brenda Marsh.

"Her mom had died that's why she was grieving."

"And that's why the Banshees went after her."

"Well how do we track down one?" Sam asked.

"We can't track all the grieving women in Philly that'll take forever." Dean said.

"So why don't we just give it what it wants. I'll be its next victim and then when it comes to kill me you guys can say the spell and then poof all gone."

"But you're not grieving." Sam pointed out.

"You'd be surprised Sammy. You guys just take care of finding the spell I'll work on my grieving."

"Are you sure about this? If this backfires it's possible for a Banshee to turn one of it's victims to be one of them by its screaming."

"Don't worry I can't take care of it. Now let's go back to the hotel and get ready for tonight."

We drove back to the hotel and while Sam and Dean were looking for a spell I was looking for pictures of my parents, Dean, my old neighborhood, anything that could make me grief.

"We got it, babe." Dean said around 9 o clock.

"Okay I think I'm ready too."

"What ya got over there?" Dean said coming over to look at the pictures.

"Dean, you don't wanna look at these because it'll bring out a lot of questions I don't want to answer. So you guys just go into the hallway and wait for me to scream then come busting in and boom were done."

"Okay let's go Sam."

"Yep. Here we go…"