Tonight we made plans that Dean and Sam was going to Neil's house and that I was going to Lindsay's house to check on her. Dean thinks that Lindsay had an affair with Matt and that Angelina was going after her. I told them that I was going to Lindsay's house to stay with her just in case.
Dean didn't agree with me at first then we bickered about it until I proved my point and he gave up on me but gave me a phone just in case Angela came.
I kissed him goodbye and we went on our separate ways.
I arrived in a taxi and walked to Lindsay's house. I knocked on the door then heard a scream inside. I quickly kicked the door open and ran in.
"Lindsay!" I shouted, frantically searching for her. I found her in the kitchen with Angela.
I gasped out loud as I saw Angela with scissors sticking out of her chest. Lindsay was freaking out.
"God. Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…" Lindsay cries and I ran behind her, grabbing her shoulder.
She screams again and I told her quickly that I was with the boys.
"Oh my god!" Lindsay cries as I held her in a hug. I stared at Angela on the ground. Suddenly, Angela's eyes open and I gasped, pushing Lindsay back as Angela grabs my hair and pulls the scissors out.
I tried to pry her hands off my hair but she wouldn't let it go. As she pulls them out to standing, readying the scissors to stab me, several shots are fired and Angela convulses.
I ducked down, crawling to Lindsay and held her. I looked behind me and Dean was there. Dean fires the gun again, right in Angela's chest. She screams and bolts out of the window; Dean follows.
Sam ran to us. I panted heavily as Sam helped Lindsay up. "Gotcha. I gotcha."
Dean comes back through the window. "Damn, that dead chick can run."
I stood up and rubbed my head. Damn that bitch pulled my hair pretty hard.
"What now?" Sam asks as he held his arm around Lindsay.
"I say we go have a little chat with Neil. Emma, you're staying with Lindsay."
I nodded and I took Lindsay's arm. "Come on, honey."
We walked out together and Lindsay started to sob. I held her until she stopped crying.
"It's okay, Lindsay." I said and she nodded. "I hurt Angela by having sex with Matt and now she's alive, trying to kill me."
"I know but she won't come back. I promise. I am going to stay here with you until you feel better. Now, I need a beer." I said, walking back to the kitchen and grabbed the beer out of the fridge.
I opened the bottle and gulped it down quickly. My nerves were a mess. I looked down at my hands and they were shaking.
"Are you okay?" I jumped as I heard Lindsay behind me.
I turned around and smiled gently. "Not really but I'll be fine. Do you want a beer?"
"Hell yes, please."
I chuckle as I grabbed another beer and opened it for her, passing it on to her.
She took one large gulp of it and sighed heavily.
"Will everything be okay now?" Lindsay says quietly and I sat down on a stool.
"I think that everything will be okay now since Sam and Dean is going to do something about Angela."
"What are they going to do?" Lindsay whimpered, tears in her eyes. She knew exactly what they were going to do but wanted to hear it.
I looked down and sighed heavily. "They're going to put Angela back in her coffin, where she belongs. I'm sorry."
Lindsay nodded. "I'm going to bed. Good night."
I nodded. Lindsay walked out of the kitchen and I hung my head down. I felt so bad for Lindsay. I knew Lindsay would always feel guilty for the rest of her life.
I sighed again and held my head in my hands. I closed my eyes and think about what happened tonight.
My phone rings and I jumped again. I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Emma, we got a plan. Meet us at the graveyard."
I nodded. "Okay. See you there."
I hung up the phone and found a notepad.
I wrote a note to Lindsay and gave her my number if she needed anything.
I ran out of the door and jumped in the taxi.
At the graveyard
I ran to Angela's grave where I discovered that Dean and Sam were lighting candles.
"Hey guys." I said, arriving at Dean's side. Dean passes me one of his guns.
"Keep it on you, just in case."
I nodded.
"You really think this is going to work?" Sam said after they finished lighting the candles.
"No, not really. But it was the only thing I could come up with." Dean said and I nodded.
We heard a noise and the boys nodded to each other. Sam stands and pulls a gun from the small of his back. He stalks in the direction of the sound.
Some distance away, he freezes, hearing something behind him. He turns, and points the gun at Angela.
"Wait! It's not what you think. I didn't ask to be brought back. But it's still me. I'm still a person. Please."
Sam fires the gun, hitting her square in the forehead. She screams, her head snapping back. Then he bolts back towards the grave. She tackles him, and he lands hard on the ground; she twists his head back.
Dean and I fired at her, startling her back to standing. Dean shoots her several more times until she falls straight back into the open grave, landing in the empty coffin.
I ran to Sam to make sure he was okay. Sam groaned and I sighed in relief.
Dean grabs a long metal stake and runs to the grave, sliding the last length on his knees and diving into the coffin. He buries the stake in her chest, pinning her in. She screams then goes limp. Dean pulls back, panting.
"What's dead should stay dead."
