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Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things Part 1

It was a few days after the Gordon incident, that Sam decided we should go visit Mary's grave since we got the Impala back and their recently dead father. I was all for it. Sam needs this it seems, and it wouldn't hurt to go visit Mary. Dean on the other hand didn't see the point or didn't want to. He was taking John's death the hardest, so I can understand why he wouldn't I guess. Sam and I got packed and ready, when Dean informed us that he was going with us, and that's what has led us to being in the Impala.

"Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid." Dean says.

"Why?" Sam asks.

"Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave-there...there was no body left after the fire."

"She has a headstone."

"Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you wanna go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger?"

"Dean, that's not the point."

"Well then, enlighten me, Sam."

"It's not about a body, or...or a casket. It's about her memory, okay?"

"Hmmm."

"And after Dad it just...just feels like the right thing to do." Sam says sadly.

"It's irrational, is what it is."

"Look, man. No on asked you to come."

"Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven't heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down." Dean says clearly changing the subject.

"That's a good idea, you should. Just drop me and Kate off. We'll hitch a ride, and we'll meet you there tomorrow."

"Right. Stuck...stuck with those people making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks." We drive for a while till we made it to Kansas. I never liked going to cemeteries, which is funny considering what my job is, but Sam needed this. I'm going to support it. We head into the cemetery, and Sam leads us to Mary's grave. We find her grave, and Sam starts clearing the area since weeds had started growing around the headstone. Sam pulls out some dog tags that I assume was John's and sighs.

"I think, um...I think Dad would have wanted you to have these." Sam says putting the dog tags in the hole he had dug and covered it up. "I love you, Mom." I looked over and seen Dean was staring at a headstone. He seemed to be avoiding Mary's headstone as much as possible. We stick around for a while. At some point, Dean leaves and then comes back over to us.

"Angela Mason. She was a student at the local college. Funeral was three days ago." Dean says looking at the card he got. Sam stands up, and we start heading out.

"And?" I ask.

"And? You saw her grave. Everything dead around it, in a perfect circle? You don't think that's a little weird?" Okay, yeah that is weird.

"Maybe the groundskeeper went a little agro with the pesticide."

"No, I asked him. No pesticide. No chemicals. Nobody can explain it."

"Okay, so what are you thinking?" Sam asks.

"I dunno. Unholy ground, maybe?"

"Uh." Sam says stopping.

"What? If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the...the farm outside of Cedar Rapids?"

"Yeah, b-" I start picking up on Sam's apprehension.

"Could be the sign of a demonic presence, or the...the Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough." Sam nods turning away from Dean. "Well, don't get too excited. You might pull something."

"It's just...stumbling onto a hunt? Here, of all places?" Sam asks.

"So?" Dean asks.

"So...are you sure this is about a hunt and not about something else?"

"What else would it be about?" Sam just shakes his head and moves towards the Impala. We all get inside.

"You know just forget about it."

"You believe what you want, guys, but I let you drag my ass out here. The least we could do is check this out." Dean says starting the car.

"Yeah. Fine."

"Girl's dad works in town. He's a professor at the school." Dean says as we drive off. We get to the office of the Dad and knock on the door.

"Dr. Mason?" I ask staying inside the doorway.

"Yes?" He asks.

"I'm Kate. This is Sam and Dean. I was a friend of Angela's, and we...we wanted to offer our condolences."

"Please, come in." Dr. Mason says. We enter and sit down in the chairs in front of his desk. Dr. Mason gets up as we sit down and closes the door. He pulls out a photo album and starts showing me and Sam. Dean was looking at a bookshelf.

"She was beautiful." Sam says.

"Yes, she was." Dr. Mason says sadly.

"This is an unusual book." Dean says. We look over to see him holding a book with Greek letters on them.

"It's ancient Greek. I teach a course." Dean nods and puts it back.

"So a car accident, that's...that's horrible."

"Angie was only a mile away from home when, uh..."

"It's gotta be hard. Losing someone like that. Sometimes it's like they're s-still around. Almost like you can still sense their presence." Me and Sam look at him concerned. "You ever feel anything like that?"

"I do, as a matter of fact."

"That's perfectly normal, Dr. Mason. Especially with what you're going through." Sam says pointedly.

"You know. I still phone her, and the phone's ringing before I remember that, uh...family's everything, you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life, and now I...I...I'm just lost without her."

"We're very sorry." Sam says.

"It's been good talking to you Dr. Mason, and again, we're sorry for what happened to Angie. It's a tragedy." I say standing up from my chair. Sam follows. We stand up and leave the office. We head back to our motel to figure out what we're going to do. We research and research, but we don't find anything.

"I'm telling you there's something going on here. We just haven't found it yet." Dean says.

"Dean, so far you've got a patch of dead grass and nothing." Sam says.

"Well, something turned that grave into unholy ground."

"There's no reason for it to be unholy ground. Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash. That's not exactly vengeful spirit material. You heard her father."

"Yeah, well, maybe Daddy doesn't know everything there is to know about his little angel, huh?" Dean asks.

"You know what? We never should have bothered that poor man. We shouldn't even be here anymore."

"So what, Sam? What, we just bail? Without even figuring out what's going on?"

"I think I know what's going on here. It's the only reason I went along with you this far."

"What are you talking about?"

"This is about Mom's grave." Dean scoffs.

"That's got nothing to do with it."

"You wouldn't step within a hundred yards of it. Look, maybe you're imagining a hunt where there isn't one, so you don't have to think about mom or dad." Dean turns away, and Sam sighs. "You wanna take another swing? Go ahead if it'll make you feel better." Dean shakes his head.

"I don't need this crap." Dean says grabbing his keys and jacket and starts to leave.

"Dean, where're you going?" Sam asks.

"I'm going to go get a drink. Alone." He says leaving.

"So, what are we going to do now?" I ask.

"Wanna watch Grey's Anatomy?" I had gotten Sam into it, and there was two seasons out now, so we settle in for a night of binge watching. After a while, I get comfortable and lay on Sam as we watch. We always end up like this. I usually fall asleep, and Sam takes me back to my room or puts me on my bed. I was just about to fall asleep, when Dean comes bursting in. I sit up quickly from where I was on Sam's lap. Sam shuts off the TV and turns to Dean. "Hey." Dean looks at us suspiciously.

"What?" I ask.

"If you guys need more time..." My eyes widen at what Dean was insinuating.

"No no no no. We were watching TV." I exclaim.

"Just don't do anything when I'm in the room."

"Where in the hell were you?" Sam asks breaking the awkward conversation.

"Working my imaginary case." Dean says taking a seat on the other bed.

"Yeah? And?" I ask.

"Well, you were right. I didn't find much." Me and Sam nod our heads. "Yeah, except Angela's boyfriend died last night. Slit his own throat, but you know, that's normal. Uh, let's see, what else. Oh, he was seeing Angela everywhere before he died, but you know, I'm sure that's just me transferring my own feelings."

"Okay, we get it. I'm sorry. Maybe there is something going on here." Sam says.

"Maybe? Sam, I know how to do my job despite what you might think."

"We should check out the guy's apartment." Sam says standing up.

"I just came from there. Pile of dead plants, just like the cemetery. Hell, dead goldfish too."

"So, unholy ground?"

"Maybe. I'm still not getting that powerful angry spirit vibe from Angela." Dean says getting up and picking up a pink journal. Did he steal her diary? "I have been reading this, though."

"You stole the girl's diary?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, Sam, and if anything the girl's a little too nice." Dean says.

"So what do you want to do?" I ask.

"Keep digging talk to more of her friends."

"You get any names?"

"Are you kidding me? I have her besets friend in the whole wide world." He says holding up the diary.

To Be Continued...

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