Okie dokie, the ep Monster Movie? I skipped it. Why? I loved the ep, don't get me wrong, but since my last chapter- seeing as Lizzie's taking some time away from the guys- I felt like skipping the ep was the most logical thing.

Everything would have happened pretty much exactly like it did on the show, only Dean would have been pissed that he had no idea Lizzie had a boyfriend- which Sam had filled in the blanks about- and he wouldn't have stopped worrying about her either.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy :):)

Bamby

EPOV

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door to the diner I'd agreed to meet the Winchesters at. It had been a few weeks since I'd run off with only a letter to assure them that I would be fine. During the time apart, Sam and I had shared a few phone calls, but I'd avoided all and any contact with Dean. Out of fear.

But now there was no running. No hiding. It was time to face him.

I saw the backs of their heads as they sat at one of the booths. They were silent, waiting. It made me a little more anxious, knowing that they were expecting me any second.

You can do this.

Walking passed, I slid into the seat across from theirs and looked up at them. "Hi."

Sam shifted where he sat on the edge, a light smile playing on his lips. "Hey, Lizzie."

Dean turned away from the window to meet my gaze. "Tristian didn't want to come in and introduce himself?" he asked. He wasn't happy, that was clear in his tone.

I sighed, having expected something like this. "He did, but I thought it would be best he meet the two of you under less tense circumstances."

Frowning, Dean looked from me, to Sam and then back to me. "You're telling me, you just spent the last few weeks doing God knows what, with a guy neither one of us have met?" He shook his head. "What the hell were you thinking, Liz? This guy could be a serial killer for all you know."

Rolling my eyes, I leaned back in the seat, feeling less tense and more annoyed. "One, I can take care of myself. Two, what I do is my business and not yours. And three, he is a killer... he's a hunter." Crossing my arms across my chest, I glared at Dean. "A hunter who doesn't mind that I have psychic powers, might I add."

This is what we were really doing here. This is what I'd met them for. To talk about how we were supposed to go forward, now that we knew my powers were growing just like Sam's were.

"Lizzie," Sam's smile slipped as he looked at my empathetically, "we don't mind-"

"Dean does," I noted, cutting the youngest Winchester off.

"No. He doesn't." Sam turned to give his brother a pointed look. "Right, Dean?"

Looking out the window again, Dean's jaw tensed as he hesitated a moment before speaking. "I'm not gonna lie, Liz. It scares the hell out of me." Turning his gaze to me, he went on, "But I know you don't have any control over what's happening to you. And I know you and Sam need support, not judgment."

Shifting in my spot slightly, I felt a little uncomfortable with the weight of their gazes. Sam and Dean, they meant a lot to me. They're approval meant more than anyone else's. More than Bobby's, Ellen's and Jo's. The brothers were my best friends, and I wanted nothing more than they're support, loyalty and respect.

"Have you..." Sam cleared his throat, trying to figure out the best way to go on. "Have you, you know... figured everything out?"

"You mean, have I learnt how to control the fact I can now start fires with my mind?" Looking down at my folded arms, I shrugged. "Things are better."

"Have you been using the power?" Dean asked.

"No." Sighing I looked to each brother. "I'm not stupid. If the angels don't want Sam using his powers, they won't want me using mine. I know they came from a demon. I know they're meant for bad. So, I'm gonna try not to set things on fire. Try. But it's not like I'm a pro at controlling it right now."

"And your other power?"

My eyes snapped to Dean. "That power has saved all of our asses more than once. Castiel hasn't said anything about it, so as far as I'm concerned, it stays."

Dean and I sat there, staring at each other, almost glaring. The tension between us grew with each passing second. It was clear he wanted me to give up all of my powers, but just like with everything, compromising was the best we could do, because there was no way I was giving it all up.

Moving things with my mind wasn't as bad as setting things on fire. Besides, I'd been using telekinesis for so long, I was practically a professional now. When it first started, I could barely move a spoon in my coffee. Now? Now I could break trees, move objects like cars, and so much more. Restrictions were minimal to me now.

But none of that mattered to Dean. He wanted it gone, wanted me to stop. He thought it was dangerous, reckless, like playing with a ticking time bomb. His worry wasn't just about what I- or Sam- might do, but also about my safety. None of us knew what might come from me using the power so much, and that scared Dean, I knew that. But he didn't have to be a dick about it.

Clearing his throat, Sam spoke as Dean and I continued to stare at each other, "So, does this mean you're back? You're hunting with us again?"

"If that's what you boys want."

"We just want you safe, Liz."

"I can handle myself, Dean."

"You sure about that?"

"Okay." Sam smiled awkwardly, trying to soften the mood as he went on, "Well, Dean and I think we might have a case. So, you ready?"

Giving a short nod, I slid out of the booth. "Let's go."

DPOV

Liz, Sam and I stood in front of the coroner as he unzipped the body bag that sat in front of the four of us. "Agent Tyler, Agent Perry, Agent Whitford, meet Frank O'Brien."

"He died of a heart attack, right?" Sam asked.

"Three days ago."

"But O'Brien was forty-four years old and," Sam opened O'Brian's folder, "according to this, he was a marathon runner."

"Everybody drops dead sooner or later." The coroner shrugged. "It's why I got job security."

"Yeah, but Frank kicked it here," I noted. "Now, just yesterday, two perfectly healthy men bit it in Maumee. All heart attacks, you don't think that's strange?"

"Sounds like Maumee's problem to me. Why's the FBI give a damn, anyway?"

"We go where we're sent sir. Do as we're told." Liz gestured to the body. "And we were told to check out the results of Mr O'Brian's autopsy."

The coroner frowned at her, confused. "What autopsy?"

I gave him a quick smile. "The one you're gonna do."

...

Now dressed in the proper gear for an autopsy, Liz, Sam and I watched as the corner cut into O'Brian's chest with a scalpel. None of us reacted as the blade sliced through the skin. This wasn't even close to the worst thing we'd seen.

"First dead body?" the coroner asked without looking up at us.

I gave a short shake of my head. "Far from it."

"Oh, good. Because these suckers can get pretty ripe. Hey, hand me those rib cutters, would you?" He gestured to the table of tools by Liz. She did as he asked, not even thinking about what she was grabbing- she just knew.

It didn't surprise me. Liz, she knew a lot about a lot. I guess all those years with Bobby, she learnt a few things. Sometimes she even knew more than Sam, and he was the smartest person I knew. The two had a lot of similarities.

Like their powers. I didn't like that they could do these things, and I sure as hell didn't like that they did use the powers they had. But I knew there was no way I could keep them from doing what they wanted, what they felt was right, even though I was pretty sure what they were doing was wrong.

At least Sam had agreed to stop, and Liz was willing not to set things on fire with her mind. If she was willing to compromise, I was happy with the choice she made.

But I'd be happier if she stopped it all, completely.

As the coroner cut O'Brian's ribs open, I looked over the body, noticing a distinctive mark on one of the finger on his left hand.

"Is that from a wedding ring?" I asked, reaching forward to turn the hand so I could get a better look. "I didn't think Frank was married."

"Ain't my department."

"Any idea how he got these?" Sam gestured to the scratches that ran up and down O'Brian's arm.

"You know what? When you drop dead, you actually tend to drop. Body probably got scraped up when it hit the ground." The coroner paused, looking into the chest, seeming surprised or maybe confused. "Huh..."

"What?" Sam asked.

"I-I can't find any blockages in any of the major arteries." Reaching into the chest, he pulled out the heart. I had to hold back as I gaged, wanting to throw up. "Heart looks pretty damn healthy. Hold that a second, would you?" He gestured for me to take the heart.

Out of instinct, I grabbed it, but was filled with regret in an instant. I was wrong before. This was the grossest thing I had ever done.

"I've got it." Liz actually smiled as she grabbed the heart from me, looking it over curiously. When she noticed Sam, the coroner and I watching her, she looked up and shrugged at us. "I wanted to be a surgeon when I was little."

Looking impressed, the coroner got back to work, reaching into to cut more of O'Brian's insides. Only, as the scalpel cut into the next part, juice squirted out, right onto Sam's face.

"Oh, sorry. Spleen juice."

EPOV

I grabbed one of the plastic cups and bent down to fill it up with some of the filtered water in the waiting room of the sheriff's station. Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed one of my pills and popped it into my mouth, swallowing it just as one of the office doors opened.

"Hell's bells, Linus, have you seen my-" The man that had stepped out of the office stopped himself as he looked over at the brothers and me. "Who are they?" he asked the deputy as Sam and Dean stood from where they'd been sitting, waiting.

"Federal agents. I, uh-"

The sheriff cut Deputy Linus off, "And you kept them waiting?"

"You- you said not to disturb..."

Ignoring him, the sheriff gestured to his office. "Come on back, fellas, ma`am." Turning he started towards his office as Sam, Dean and I followed. Reaching the door, he stopped us before we could enter. "Shoes off."

Doing as he said, we all kicked off our shoes. I sighed as my heels sat next to Sam and Dean's shoes. Usually I didn't care about the height difference between the brothers and myself, but with how insecure I was feeling with Dean right now, I wanted those few extra inches.

Stepping into the sheriff's office, he offered each of us his hand to shake. "Al Britton. Good to meet you."

"You too." Sam nodded, taking the seats in front of the desk as Al gestured to them. "Thank you."

Moving to the other side of the desk, Al grabbed a bottle of sanitizer and poured a decent amount on to his hands and rubbing it in. I shared a look with Dean- who was equally weirded out- as he sat next to Sam and I sat next to him.

"Okay." Al sat down in his seat. "So, what can I do for uncle Sam?"

"Well, we're looking into the death of Frank O'Brien," Sam started. "We understand some of your men found his body."

Al nodded, leaning back in his chair. "They did. Me and Frank... we were friends. Hell, we were gamecocks." Dean gave a little snicker, causing me to elbow him in the ribs and for Al to give him a stern look. "That's our softball team's name." when Dean's smile fell, Al added, "They're majestic animals. I knew Frank since high school. To be honest, I just this morning got up the strength to go see him. Frank was... he was a good man."

"Yeah." Dean gave a nod. "Big heart."

I glared at Dean, wishing he'd take this seriously. O'Brian was a person, and Al was his friend. They deserved more respect than Dean was giving.

"Before he died, did you notice frank acting strange?" Sam asked. "Maybe scared of something?"

"Oh hell, yeah. Real jumpy."

"You know what scared him?"

Leaning forward, resting his arms on his desk, Al gave a short shake of his head. "No. Wouldn't answer his phone. Finally, I sent some of my boys over to check on him, and well, you know the rest," he started to cough then, taking a moment to stop before he reached over to grab the sanitizer again.

Dean and I shared another look, not understanding this guy's thing with the sanitizer. I mean, people aren't really like that, are they...?

Slathering his hands with the gel, Al looked to the three of us again. "So, why the Feds give a crap? You don't really think there's a case here?"

"No, no. It's probably nothing. Just a heart attack," Dean assured him.

...

"No way that was a heart attack," Dean stated as the three of us walked down the street, headed for the Impala.

Sam shook his head. "Definitely no way. Three victims, all with those same red scratches. All went from jittery to terrified to dead within forty-eight hours."

"So, what are we thinking? Something scared them to death?" I asked, looking to each brother. "Because, I mean... the list of things that can do that is practically endless."

Dean nodded, agreeing with me. "Ghosts, vampires, Chupacabra? It could be a hundred things."

"We make a list and start crossing things off," Sam suggested.

"Alright, who's the last person to see Frank O'Brien alive?" Dean asked.

"Uh, his neighbour, Mark Hutchins," Sam answered as we were about to cross the road, almost at the car.

Before we could cross though, Dean stopped us. "Hang on, hang on."

"What?" Sam and I asked at the same time.

Pausing a moment, Dean didn't look at us as he spoke. "I don't like the looks of those teenagers down there," he stated, causing Sam and I to look over at the group of teens standing between us and the car. "Let's walk this way." Dean gestured to the other side of the road, crossing it without us.

"Am I missing something? Did something happen while I was gone?"

Sam shook his head. "Not that I know of," he answered as we followed Dean.

SPOV

Lizzie, Dean and I sat on Mark Hutchins' couch, across from him and the snake he held. "Tyler, Perry and Whitford." He smiled at us. "Just like Aerosmith."

"Yeah, small world." I quickly went on, wanting to get back to the case. "So, the last time you saw Frank O'Brien?"

"Monday, he was watching me from his window. I waved at him, but he just closed the curtains."

"Hmm. Did you speak to him recently? Did he seem different?" I asked, before elaborating. "Uh, scared?"

"Oh, totally." Mark nodded. "He was freaking out."

"Do you know what scared him?" Lizzie asked.

"Well, yeah, witches."

"Witches?" I shared a look with Dean and Lizzie. It seemed we might be onto something here... "Like...?" I pressed.

Mark shrugged. "Well, Wizard of Oz was on tv the other night, right? And he said that green bitch was totally out to get him."

That's not exactly what I was hoping for... "Anything else scare him?"

"Everything else scared him. Al-Qaeda, ferrets, artificial sweetener. Those pez dispensers with their dead little eyes. Lots of stuff."

I looked over at my brother then, noticing the way he watched the room, his eyes darting to all the reptiles in their cages and around the room. It was like he was on edge, maybe even scared. Something was definitely up with him.

"Mark, could you tell us what Frank was like?" Lizzie went on with the questioning.

Mark hesitated a moment, not sure if he should answer or not. "I mean, he's dead, you know? I-I don't want to hammer him but, he got better."

"He got better?"

"Well, in high school he was, he was a dick."

"A dick?" I asked.

He shrugged again. "Like a bully. I mean, he probably taped half the town's butt cheeks together," he explained, causing Dean to chuckle lightly. Mark turned to him, unimpressed. "Mine included."

Clearing his throat, Dean dropped his smile, trying to be serious. "So he pissed a lot of people off. You think anyone would have wanted to get revenge?"

"Well, I don't..." Pausing a moment, Mark looked to each of us with a confused frown. "Frank had a heart attack, right?"

"Just answer the question, sir," I told him.

"No, I don't think so. Like I said, he got better. And after what happened to his wife."

"His wife? So he was married."

"She died about twenty years ago. Frank was really broken up about it." Looking over at Dean, Mark smiled lightly, seeing the nervous look on my brother's face. "Don't be scared of Donny." He pet the snake he was holding. "He's a sweetheart. It's Marie you got to look out for." He nodded to the couch, behind us. "She smells fear."

Lizzie, Dean and I looked behind us to see another snake coming up and over, heading towards us. Tensing, Dean looked away, making a noise of discomfort as he tried to ignore the snake. Lizzie though, she surprised us all.

"Hi there." Smiling, she reached over to run her fingers down the body of the snake. "She's beautiful."

I honestly could not believe my eyes. The snake slid over the couch, and onto Lizzie's lap as she continued to pet it. I'd known Lizzie had guts, but I'd never imagined she'd be that brave. All the while, Dean was doing everything he could to keep himself from completely freaking out.

EPOV

Sam and I walked up to Baby, seeing Dean in the front seat, scratching at his arm absentmindedly as he read the papers he was holding. The three of us had split up hoping we'd find something that might tell us what the hell was going on.

"Hey. Any luck at the county clerk's office?" Sam asked as he got into the front with Dean, while I climbed into the back.

"I'm not sure I'd call it luck." Dean handed over the papers he'd been reading. "Frank's wife, Jessie, was a manic-depressive. She went off her meds back in '88 and vanished. They found her two weeks later, three towns over. Strung up in her motel room, suicide."

Looking over Sam shoulder, I gave the article a quick read. "You think Frank might have been a part of it?"

Dean shook his head. "No, Frank was working the swing shift when she disappeared. Airtight alibi." He turned on the car before driving onto the road. "How was Frank's pad?"

Sam shrugged. "Clean. Searched it top to bottom. No EMF, no hex bags, no sulfur."

"So probably no ghosts, no witches, no demons," Dean noted. "Three down and ninety-seven to go."

"Yeah." Sam sighed as he looked over to Dean. I noticed him frown at something. "Dude, you're going twenty."

"And?" Dean didn't seem to understand Sam's confused tone.

To see for myself, I leaned forward to take a look, and sure enough Dean was going no more or less than the speed limit. "Dean... you never go the speed limit."

"What? Safety's a crime now?" He sounded offended as he continued to drive... through an intersection... passed our hotel.

Sam watched the building as we passed it. "Dude, where are you going? That was our hotel."

"Sam, I'm not gonna make a left-hand turn into oncoming traffic. I'm not suicidal," Dean told him as if that were obvious. But as Sam and I looked at him, confused, Dean seemed to realise what he'd said. "Did I just say that? That was kind of weird." He chuckled lightly.

A noise started in the back ground, getting our attention.

"Do you hear something?" Feeling around, Sam looked for the source of the noise, finding that it was coming from the EMF meter in his pocket.

Still frowning, Sam moved it closer to Dean. The beeping increased. When Sam pulled the meter away, the beeping stopped...

"Am I haunted?" Dean started freaking out, looking from the road to the reader and then back. "Am I haunted?!"

...

I sat in the back of the Impala while Dean sat in the front. We were waiting in the parking lot by the hotel, while Sam called Bobby to see if they could figure out what the hell was going on. That meant, I was stuck babysitting Dean.

Watching him I shook my head, reaching over to slap his shoulder. "Stop scratching."

Since last night he'd started scratching his forearm, right where we'd seen the scratches on O'Brian's arms...

He grumbled, dropping his arms as he turned to pout at me. "I can't help it."

Sighing, I climbed over into the front seat and sat next to him. "Turn around." When he opened his mouth to speak, I shook my head. "Just turn around." Once he did as I told him, his back now facing me, I reached over to turn the radio on before sliding closer to him as I rested my hands on his shoulders.

Eye of the Tiger started to play as I began to push my fingers into his shoulders, giving him a massage so he would relax a little. Sure enough, the tension started to lessen as he leaned back into me a little more.

"Oh, God," he groaned. "You're really good at that."

A smile played on my lips as I continued. "My mum used to make my sister and I give her massages after longs days at work. It didn't take me long to get good."

We sat there a little longer, Dean leaning into me more and more as I kept massaging his shoulders, my fingers getting in deep, really working all the tension out. Groaning, Dean relaxed completely, practically going limp. I couldn't help but chuckle lightly at how adorable he was being right now.

"You two okay in there?"

I jumped at the sound of Sam's voice, my hands flying off Dean as I pulled away from him as much as possible.

"Sam!" My voice was a little higher than usual. Getting out of the car, I moved to stand next to the younger Winchester. "I didn't see you there."

"Clearly." He grinned down at me.

Dean climbed out of the car as well, then, coming over to lean against Baby, standing next to me. "Dude. Look at this." He showed Sam's the scratches on his arms.

Sam sighed at the sight of them, not sounding happy at all. "I just talked to Bobby," he noted, handing Dean the box of doughnuts he held.

"And?" Dean asked, smelling the doughnuts before passing them to me.

Sam and I looked perplexed and surprised. Dean never ignored food. He was always thinking with his stomach... I guess whatever's wrong, really is messing with him.

"Um, well, you're not gonna like it," Sam started.

"What?"

"It's ghost sickness."

"Ghost sickness?" Dean actually sounded disappointed, as if he knew what that meant.

Sam gave a short nod. "Yeah."

"God, no."

I looked to each fo them. "Do you guys even know what that is?" When Dean shook his head, I rolled my eyes. "It's believed that certain spirits can pass diseases over to the living. It's why bodies are no longer displayed in homes during funerals and wakes."

Dean watched me, shaking his head, impressed and shocked. "How do you know all this stuff?"

"I lived with Bobby, Dean," I noted, a grinning playing on my lips again.

"She's right," Sam started. "Symptoms are, you get anxious..."

"Then scared, then terrified, then your heart gives out," I finished.

"But, we haven't seen a ghost in weeks." Dean noted, looking to his brother.

Sam shrugged. "Well, I doubt you caught it from a ghost. Look, once a spirit infects that first person, Ghost sickness can spread like any sickness through a cough, a handshake, whatever. It's like the flu. Now, Frank O'Brien was the first to die, which means he was probably the first infected. Patient zero."

"Our very own outbreak monkey."

"Right. Get this, Frank was in Maumee over the weekend. Softball tournament. Which is where he must have infected the other two victims."

"Were they gamecocks?" Dean asked, pushing off Baby.

Sam shook his head. "Cornjerkers."

"So, ghosts infected Frank. He passed it on to the other guys and I got it from his corpse?"

"Right." Sam gave a short nod.

"So now what, I have forty-eight hours before I go insane and my heart stops?"

Pausing a moment, Sam and I shared a look before he corrected his brother. "More like twenty."

"Super." Shaking his head, Dean leaned on the car again. "Well, why me? Why not you? I mean, you got hit with the spleen juice." He gestured to me. "You played with the heart."

"Yeah, uh, see Bobby and I have a theory about that too. Turns out all three victims shared a certain, uh, personality type. Frank was a bully. The other two victims, one was a vice principal, the other was a bouncer."

"Okay..." Dean nodded, waiting for Sam to elaborate.

"Basically, they were all dicks."

"So you're saying I'm a dick?"

A laugh escaped my lips before I could stop myself. When Dean looked at me, offended, I shook my head. "You're not a dick, Dean. But, I mean... Frank and the others used fear as a weapon..."

"Now this disease is returning the favour," Sam added.

The offended look only increased as Dean looked to Sam and me. "I don't scare people."

Sam scoffed, amused by this brother's denial. "Dean, all we do is scare people."

"Okay, well then, you two are dicks too."

"Apparently, we're not." Sam actually looked a little smug then.

"Whatever. How do we stop it?"

"Find and gank the ghost that started it." I shrugged. It really was that simple.

"We thinking it was Frank's wife?"

"Who knows why she killed herself, you know?" Sam shrugged before he gestured to the hotel behind him. "Hey, what are you guys doing waiting out here, anyway?"

Dean looked up the hotel nervously. "Our rooms on the fourth floor. It's... it's high."

"I'll see if I can move us down to the first." Sighing, Sam shook his head as he started to walk off.

"Thanks," Dean called after him.

Once Sam was gone, I opened the box off doughnuts, offering them to Dean. "You know you want one."

Carefully, he reached in a grabbed one, watching as I did the same. He didn't take a bite until I did, wanting to make sure they were safe.

This is gonna be a long day...

SPOV

I was headed for Dean's and my hotel room. Lizzie had insisted on getting her own room- which was still on the fourth floor. Neither Dean or I had liked the idea of so much distance between her and us, but at the same time, I understood. Things were still a little tense, Dean going through all of this hadn't changed the facts.

Lizzie's powers were growing, and it scared Dean. Dealing with me had been tough, but now he had both of us changing, I guess it was a little too much. The fact he was protective over her, and that she has a boyfriend he didn't know about and no one's met... well things aren't exactly running smoothly.

But I knew he understood that Lizzie was trying, and Lizzie knew he was trying. It was just a matter of getting used to the three of us being together again.

Opening the door to our room, I paused at the sight of a broken clock on the floor. Looking up, I found Dean sitting on the couch, a beer in hand and his feet on the coffee table.

"Everything all right?" I asked, moving to come sit on the single chair by the couch.

"Oh, yeah. Just peachy." He gave a sarcastic smile. "Find anything?"

"Yeah, Jessie O'Brien's body was cremated, so I'm pretty sure she is not our ghost." Lifting my feet onto the coffee table, I nudged his foot. "Hey, quit picking at that," I told him, seeing that he'd been scratching his arm again. "How you feeling?"

"Awesome. It's nice to have my head on the chopping block again. I almost forgot what that feels like. It's freaking delightful."

"We'll keep looking," I assured him, a moment before he started coughing. "You okay? Hey!" But instead of answering, the coughing got so worse he began to choke. "Dean."

Getting up, Dean hurried- as fast as he could while he choked- over to the sink. Leaning over it, he gaged and cough until he spat something into the sink.

Moving over to stand next to him, I looked down at the wood chip as he picked it up. "We've been completely ignoring the biggest clue we have, you."

He pouted. "I don't want to be a clue."

"The abrasions, this, the disease, it's trying to tell us something."

"Tell us what, wood chips?"

"Exactly."

DPOV

I hated this. I hated feeling helpless, and weak, and scared. Deep down, I knew everything I was doing was ridiculous. The real me would kick my own ass right now. But this disease was blurring everything, keeping me from taking control. I hated it.

What I hated more was the fact Liz was driving.

As she stopped Baby by the lumber mill, she still couldn't wipe the smile off her face. I'd wanted to drive, but she insisted that time was an issue and we could waste any with my slow driving. Sam hadn't even blinked as he gave her the keys while I watched, too nervous to argue.

Getting out of Baby, I looked up at the mill. "I'm not going in there."

Liz shrugged, moving to the trunk. "Fine, stay out here. On your own. If this place really is haunted, a scared lonesome man would be the perfect prey."

I swallowed hard, refusing to admit that her words had done exactly what she wanted. Now I was too scared to stay out here on my own.

Reaching into my jacket, I pulled out the bottle of whiskey I'd stashed in there earlier, and took a quick drink. "Let's do this." Moving to stand next to Liz as she unlocked the trunk, I looked at the building again. "It is a little spooky, isn't it?"

Shaking his head, Sam reached into the trunk and grabbed a gun, offering it to me.

"Oh, I'm not carrying that." I shook my head. "It could go off." Leaning into the trunk, I grabbed a flashlight. "I'll man the flashlight."

Sam chuckled lightly. "You do that."

Grabbing a gun for herself, Liz grinned as she turned to me. "Stay close, okay?"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Her grin simply grew. "More than you could possibly imagine."

EPOV

Walking around the lumber mill, we had been moving in silence when the EMF meter in Sam's hand started going off... because Dean had moved closer to his brother.

Dean chuckled lightly, looking up at his brother. "EMF's not gonna work with me around, is it?"

"You don't say." Sam sighed, putting it away. "Come on."

Before either of them could take a step though, I noticed something on the ground. Lifting my hand, I sent the object to my palm, startling Dean as I did. "'To Frank. Love, Jessie.'" I looked to the brothers. "It's Frank O'Brien's ring."

Dean frowned, moving over to check it out. "What the hell was Frank doing here?"

I shrugged, pocketing the ring. "No idea."

Continuing, we walked into a room full of lockers. We could hear rustling coming from further into the room. Following the noise, we stopped by one locker in particular. Sam reached forward without hesitation, and opened the locker.

A cat jumped out, causing Dean to scream louder than I'd heard anyone scream before.

"Oh, poor baby." I stepped up to the locker, grabbing the cat. "Hi there." I smiled, scratching under its chin. "You didn't mean to scare the big baby, huh?" Looking over at Dean, I gave a cheeky smile.

He looked from me, to Sam, seeing the amused looks on our faces. "What? It scared me."

Shaking my head, I started to walk out of the room, still holding the cat- who was purring, and cuddling into me. Sam followed close behind, with Dean catching up after him. As we walked into the next room, we each moved in opposite directions to look around.

Petting the cat's head, I wandered around, not really finding anything off use. The place was a mess, abandoned, dusty and dirty. The sheriff would have a fit if he had to come here. I chuckled to myself.

"Luther Garland," Sam read from an I.D. card he'd picked up from the desk he was looking over.

"Hey, this is uh...this is Frank's wife," Dean noted, pointing to a drawing on the desk he stood at.

Moving over to his brother, Sam took a look. "Plot thickens."

"Yeah, but into what?" Dean asked, grabbing the picture, tearing it from where it had been stuck to the desk.

The moment the picture had been ripped off, all the machines turned on

"Well... that can't be good," I noted, putting the cat down on the ground as I grabbed my gun from the back of my pants, getting ready for whatever might pop up.

Looking over at the brothers, I spotted Sam turning just in time to see his brother run out of there faster than I'd ever seen Dean run. Both Sam and I looked over at whatever had Dean dash off, finding ourselves looking at a large, scary looking guy in the corner, dressed in a janitor uniform and not looking happy at finding us here.

The thing started towards Sam, who raised his gun the same time I did, the two of us shooting the ghost before he could reach Sam.

Once the ghost was gone, Sam and I hurried after Dean to make sure he was okay. We found him hiding behind the Impala, taking another drink from his whiskey. He was shaking in fear, like a terrified child.

Sam looked down at his brother, showing us the I.D. card he'd grabbed from inside the mill. "Guess we got the right place."

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