A/N: Thank god fanfiction is back up! I was starting to freak out- one time the website rejected ME personally, and I couldn't update my fic for a whole month! So you may be wondering how I have filled the void left by fanfiction in these past few days... well, I've been wasting my mind away watching this: http/ www. youtube. com/ watch?vYg0cvO09jsM ...I can't stop laughing at it. It's the oddest thing I've ever seen. (Sorry the url is spaced- fanfiction won't put in urls if they're regular-spaced.)

Anyway, chapters 5 and 6 were supposed to have a bit of a time lapse, so it doesn't hurt the fic much that it wasn't updated as soon as it could have been. These next two chapters take place a month or so after Angela first joined Sam & Dean... they're basically filler ones, like a random ghost hunt. I'm not going to write every single thing they investigate when it's unimportant to the plot and it would get boring to read. (Plus, I don't have that many ideas! lol) These two chapters are just something I thought of randomly to put in- might not be as good as the rest of the story, but whatever.

Mediatorsk: My loyal reviewer has returned :) Sorry I made you forget about your friend lol. Yeah, you can tell her it's my fault. Nice idea for the story name... but as I said, it goes on past the Jersey Devil, so it wouldn't really work out. Thanks for the input though!

historylover: Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one to know those silly little trivial facts. :P

CHAPTER SIX – I'M WITH THE BAND

"What else do you have?" Sam asked, searching through Angela's iPod.

"I've had enough of this. I'm turning on the radio," Dean interrupted.

"Hey, you said I had some good music," Angela reminded.

"Yeah, but you haven't played any of it."

"I'm enjoying it," Sam said.

"Well of course you're enjoying it; you just want to torture me."

"I guess it's working then," Sam grinned.

"I swear, once we get into town, I'm leaving you guys there."

"Fine with me," Angela said. "But remember, you would've died back in Ohio if I wasn't there."

It was true. Sam had been right about her being a good source of information. But after over a month of traveling around with her, Dean was ready to crack. Sam continued to insist that if Angela was Dean's type, they would get along fine. He just wasn't giving her a chance. The Winchester brothers weren't agreeing on much lately.

……………………………………………………

They parked the car on a residential street and got out.

"So who are we looking for?" Sam asked.

"Thomas Gerald. Lives at 613 Preston Lane, claims to be haunted by a poltergeist," Dean reiterated.

"Well, there's the house," Angela said as she spotted it. "How do we approach him?"

"We should probably just tell him what we really do," Sam reasoned.

They walked up and knocked on the door.

"Hello?" Thomas Gerald asked as he answered it.

"Um, hi, Mr. Gerald. We're, uh, ghost hunters," Sam introduced. "We've heard you've got a poltergeist."

"That's right," Thomas nodded.

"We were wondering if maybe we could take a look around," Dean said.

"Alright," Mr. Gerald agreed. They stepped in, glad that for once they'd found someone who was easy to get past.

"When did you first think there was something here?" Angela asked.

"About six weeks ago. Clothes started pouring out of the closet in my daughter's room. Just flying around, like a giant fan was in there or something. I thought it was the weirdest thing I would ever see."

"But it wasn't?" Dean asked.

"No. That was only the beginning of it. Pretty soon, other stuff started flying around, too. But this time it looked like someone was throwing them. Almost every photograph I have doesn't have a frame anymore because they're all broken. There was even one picture of my old band that landed in the fire."

"Your band?" Angela asked.

"It was just a local thing, and a long time ago. But around here, we were pretty popular."

"With poltergeists, there's usually a connection to the person they haunt. Do you have any idea what that connection could be?" Sam asked.

"That was what I was just about to get to. You see, all the other pictures that have been tossed around have my daughter Rebecca in them. She always wanted a band of her own. She would practice day and night, learning how to play the guitar. But I didn't let her start anything."

"Why not?" Angela asked.

"Even if my band was local, it didn't mean that we didn't live like rock stars. It's a dangerous world, music. I just didn't want to see my little girl in that kind of mess. She ended up going to college like everyone else, and now she works somewhere in Minneapolis. Hasn't talked to me six years."

"Mr. Gerald, by definition, a poltergeist is a ghost. If your daughter had a grudge against you, she would have to be dead in order to do anything like this," Sam explained.

"Oh, I don't think it's her," Mr. Gerald replied. "She had this boyfriend… his name was Jack. He already had a band. Rebecca wanted to join, but I wouldn't let her. Jack got pretty angry. He even shouted at me about it. I could tell he hated me when he finally left town, and Rebecca wasn't too happy, either. They loved each other. But I'm glad I didn't let her go with him- he died about a year ago. Drug overdose."

"So you think his spirit is paying you back for not letting Rebecca join the band?" Dean asked.

"Exactly. Look, just tell me how to get him to leave me alone."

"Well, different things can be done, depending on the kind of spirit," Angela began. "In your case, I don't think ignoring him would work. He wants you to feel sorry for what you've done, and he's gonna make sure you know it."

"Are we going to have to do one of those séance things?" Thomas asked.

"I hope not," Dean commented. He hated them.

Suddenly, a chair flew across the room. It barely missed the group as they ducked to avoid it. Dean went over to examine the chair where it had landed, but before he got the chance, he was inexplicably thrown off his feet and into the nearby closet. Everyone ran over, and as Sam opened the door to free his brother, a dresser slid across the room to pin them all into the corner. It wouldn't budge, even as all four of them tried to push it. Now, all they could do was sit huddled in the corner as numerous projectiles began to fly around.

"Dammit!" Dean exclaimed. "What is it with ghosts and dressers?"

"What do we do now?" Mr. Gerald asked frantically.

"I say give it what it wants!" Sam advised.

"But what does it want?" Mr. Gerald asked. "I don't know!"

As if on command, a picture of Rebecca Gerald flew across the room and hovered above their heads. Then, an eerie voice coming from nowhere croaked out, "you ruined her dreams!"

"Yes, I know!" Thomas replied frantically. "I'm sorry!"

"Give them back," the spirit demanded.

"Alright, alright, I will!" Mr. Gerald agreed. He looked over at the closet and grabbed his guitar out of it. "I'll send this to her. How's that?" No answer came from the ghost. "Look, maybe she would've been alright out there. Rebecca has a good head on her shoulders. I was only trying to protect her. But maybe… I should've let her live her life."

Upon that confession, everything stopped. The last thing to happen was a knife that flew across the room and stuck into the wall just above their heads. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief once they were sure that it was over.

"One…" Sam started.

"Two," Angela continued.

"Three," Dean finished. They kicked the bureau out of the way enough so everyone could move out of the corner. The entire room looked decimated, with broken objects and pieces of furniture scattered everywhere on the floor.

"As long as that guitar gets to your daughter, I don't think you'll have any more problems," Angela hoped.

"Thank you three so much," Mr. Gerald said honestly. He saw the cuts and bruises each of them possessed. "I assume you'll need some first aid."

A/N: I don't think it's one of my best, but whatever. What do you think? Review! (And stay tuned!)