Disclaimer: I don't own the Winchesters or Supernatural. They belong to the WB and far more talented people than me. But goddess I wish I did own them. The only thing that's mine is Lacey and believe me, she wishes she weren't.

Oh look, the boys again.

Part 7: One Missed Call

Maplewood, Kentucky

Sam added some sugar to his coffee as he joined Dean at the table of the coffee shop. "I really don't think it's a good idea to leave her alone like that."

"She was ready to throw a chair at us if we didn't." Dean pointed out. He grinned at a passing group of college girls, who proceeded to giggle at the attention. "Besides, we needed to talk."

"You're having a lot of these talks lately," Sam said dryly. "Should I be worried?"

"Hell yeah. I don't trust her, Sam."

Sam sighed. He knew it had been coming. "I know you don't. But she helped us out, Dean."

"But why? If she just got us to the hospital, that'd be one thing. But she knew to take stuff from the car. Not just any stuff either."

"I know that, but she said-"

Dean's voice was low, "What is it with this blind faith you suddenly have? Hell, you were the one to notice something up with Meg and you know you liked her."

"It's not blind faith." Sam tried to explain himself, but he wasn't even sure what it was. "I just know she needs our help. You saw what happened when she passed out."

"Something straight of a horror movie." Dean muttered. "Half expected Freddy Krueger to come popping out with a one line gag."

The conversation was rudely interrupted as the sound of a lullaby burst to life from Dean's jacket.

"What the hell?" Sam stared at his brother who just grinned and pulled a purple phone out of his pocket. Sam groaned. "You didn't."

"You bet your ass I did." Dean looked extremely pleased with himself as he flipped the phone open to discover someone listed as 'Calendar Girl'. "No better way to find out about her." He gave Sam a 'Now shut up' kind of look. "Hello?"

It was a woman's voice and she didn't sound pleased. "Who is this?"

"This is Eric Bloom." Dean ignored the annoyed look that Sam gave him. "Who am I talking to?"

"You're talking to a woman who was listening to that band before you were born." Dean's eyes widened at the voice on the other end. "Now you tell me who this really is before I start hunting you for sport."

Dean scowled, not that the woman could see him, "This is Dean. I'm a.. friend of Lacey's."

The line was silent for a few moments. "A friend? How do I know you aren't some kind of sicko trying to hurt her? For all I know, you could be the bastard that broke into her house."

"Someone broke into her house?" Dean feigned surprise and ignored the wild gestures that Sam was making. "She didn't tell me that. What happened?"

"I don't think it's any of your business. Now you either put my daughter on the line or so help me God, I will reach through this phone and beat you to death with a baseball bat."

Dean tried to remain calm, but his own annoyance was starting to come out. "Look, I told you, I'm-"

"May I please have my phone now?"

Sam shrugged when Dean glared at him. "I tried to warn you."

Lacey stood behind Dean, her hand outstretched and waiting for him to fulfill her request. He was ready to snap at her, but the tired look on her face stopped him. He put it in her hand with a shrug. "Can't blame me for trying."

As if to appease Dean's desire for information, Lacey sat down in an empty chair next to Dean as she brought the phone to her ear. "Sorry. I.. Oh. Yeah. Hi, mom. No, he's not some psycho. He's a.. yeah. No! Ugh, can we please not talk about that? No, I'm fine. Honest. I'm just.. Going on an extended road trip. … Because I needed to leave. They what? Oh.. Well, then I'll look for another one when I get back. Just take money out of my account and pay my rent for me, ok? No.. Maybe. I don't know. Just in case. NO! Good lord. I swear that I'm not running off to get married. Why do you automatically assume that.. MOM. Calm down. If I were being kidnapped, I wouldn't be on the phone now. … I'm hanging up now.. No, it's not some kind of ruse to throw you off.. Safety word? There is no.. What are you talking about? I'm not.. He's not… Mother. By the way, Erin has a new girlfriend and doesn't want you to meet her. Bye!"

Lacey clicked her phone off and slid it into her coat pocket. She looked over at the Winchesters, who were staring at her as if she were crazy. "What?"

"Crazy runs in your family, doesn't it." Dean shook his head in disbelief and glanced at Sam. "Where do you find these people?"

"I don't find.. Shut up." Sam pointed to the phone Lacey had tucked away. "Is that normal?"

She nodded and folded her arms onto the table. The young woman placed her head on them with a shrug. "Baby of the family and the only one to live out of town. It's cool though. Just our wacky little way." She turned toward Dean with a smirk. "She doesn't like you."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Really. I didn't notice between the death threats."

"That's normal." Lacey's smirk remained intact as she kicked Dean from underneath the table.

"What the hell was that for?" Dean exclaimed. He rubbed his now bruised knee with an irritated growl.

"For making me talk to my mother!" Lacey forced herself back out of her seat and stuck her tongue out at Dean. "I need sugar." She wandered off to the counter to order something, leaving the brothers alone again.

Sam was trying hard not to laugh at the situation, which bugged the hell out of Dean. "I like her."

"You would." Dean grumbled. "You're not the one getting threats from some crazy woman who's daughter has a fetish for hitting me."

"She could always pull your hair, but that would probably be too obvious." Sam teased.

"Shut up." Dean took a drink of his coffee as he watched their tag along at the counter. She was busying herself while waiting for her order by toying with a rubber band. As soon as her order came up, she accidentally released the rubber band and a girl let out a startled yelp as it hit her in the backside. Dean snickered as Lacey quickly feigned ignorance to the situation and casually claimed her drink before joining them at the table.

"You saw nothing. Nothing." Lacey whispered to them. She clutched her drink and gave them both shifty looks. "Do we understand each other?"

Dean rolled his eyes and then caught a look at her drink. "What is that?"

The young woman blinked in confusion. "Huh? This?" She took a sip of her drink with a sigh of content. "Strawberry tea. Well, bubble tea. I love this stuff." Lacey shook the cup toward him. "Want it?"

"Ugh, no. Offer it to Sam, he likes those fruity chick drinks."

"Hey!" Sam looked almost wounded by his brother's moment of mocking. "I just get tired of plain coffee."

"Everyone needs a little flavor in their life." Lacey pointed out.

Dean's eyes were back on the college girls. "I see my flavor right now."

"Is he for real?" Lacey asked Sam. She just couldn't believe the guy was such a.. well, guy. "Because I'm not sure if I should feel offended on behalf of women everywhere, or if I should buy him a clue."

Sam ignored the dirty look Dean gave and laughed. Dean continued to glare even as a youthful looking blonde came running into the shop.

"Ohmygod!" The blonde was nearly breathless from running. Her eyes were wild with panic as she rushed over to the group of college girls. She didn't even bother to whisper to her friends. "Did you hear? It's all over the news!"

A tall girl with glasses pushed the frames up on her nose. "What are you talking about?"

"Another girl was found dead in the cemetery this morning!" The blonde exclaimed. "Just like last year!"

The girls quickly rushed out of the building, whispering the entire time.

Lacey glanced at the Winchesters while wondering if this was going to end up one of their jobs. Sam had already pulled the laptop out and was surfing for information.

"Find anything, Sammy?" Dean asked him. His attitude had done a 180, and each time he did that it surprised Lacey at how easy it was for him.

"According to the papers on the last death, which was about a year ago, they never caught anyone." Sam said as he skimmed an article. "If you count the one today, that makes seven. One per year. The girls are always found at the base of a statue."

Lacey's brow crinkled in recognition. "Like that Black Aggie story?"

Dean frowned at her. "That's not real. That statue just marked a civil war general. It was all just bullshit invented for the sake of sorority initiations."

"I know that." Lacey took a sip of her tea with a shrug. "But it could be some creepy psycho targeting girls and using it as an M.O."

"The articles say that there's never any sign of struggle." Sam shut the laptop and prepared to leave. "I think we should take a look."

Dean pointed a finger at Lacey. "Go back to the motel and don't do anything stupid."

"Psh. In that case, I guess I should stop breathing." Lacey muttered and watched the pair leave.

The lone officer stuck with guard duty at the crime scene was not looking happy. The middle aged officer was grumbling about punk kids when he spotted two more nosy bastards heading his way. He held his hands out to stop them. "This is a crime scene, boys. Now go back to chasing the campus chicks."

The shorter one flashed an FBI badge at him, causing the officer to want to deck the smug looking punk. Officer Richard Jenkins was a very unsatisfied man with plenty of anger management issues.

"I'm Agent Matthias and this is Agent Rosenthal." Agent Matthias nodded toward the crime scene. "We'd appreciate it if you'd let us take a look around."

Officer Jenkins was already in a bad mood, but now he had to listen to some punk suck up order him aside? He debated on giving them trouble, but decided against it. He didn't really give a shit anyway. He stepped aside and let them pass. "Bout time," He muttered. "Maybe if you'd shown up a couple of years ago this wouldn't have happened." So maybe he'd hassle them a little bit, at least from the safety of under his breath. He watched them stiffen slightly as they ignored him and walked on ahead. Jenkins shook his head and turned around. "Punk kids."

"I'm amazed you didn't snap at him." Sam said as they headed for the grave marker.

Dean pulled his EMF and turned it on. The device immediately started its light screeching. "The guy is still an officer at his age and he's never going to rise in rank. I think that's a good enough insult." He circled the statue carefully. "We definitely have a spirit of some kind here. The EMF is going nuts."

Sam merely nodded as he looked at the life sized statue. He had half expected it to be a replica of the sculpture formally in the Loudon Park Cemetery.

This was not what he'd expected. The bronze statue was of a young girl, maybe a teenager, on her knees and looking up into the sky, her hands outstretched with a small offering of flowers. Sam crouched down next to it to get a closer look. Something about it was nagging at the back of his mind.

"Find something?" Dean asked as he joined him.

"I'm not sure. Doesn't something seem.." Sam frowned and tried to explain his apprehension, but didn't take his eyes off the statue. "Something doesn't click."

"So far I'm thinking a restless spirit around-" Dean's eyes widened at the statue. "Tell me I didn't just imagine that."

The statue's eyes had shifted to look at them. The Winchesters looked on as the bronze lips curved into a small smile and the eyes slowly shut.