So, I decided that the first Vampire Diaries Episode would be in the next chapter. It won't have too much of the drama in there yet. Only Ray and Damon plus some extra, I think. I kinda want her to… well you'll see, I guess. Have fun with this chapter.

Brookie Twiling – I do think it's only you… And yes, I meant to call him Luke. I wanted to do Luc, but then I though I'd go a bit abstract. Gordon's an ass, but he hasn't done enough yet to make Ray want to kill him… Yet. And no, I don't get your meaning, but I think it's better that way, so please spare me xD

Lyryenn – He might not survive their next encounter, but I think that Ray – even though she's the Angel of Death – will give a second chance before killing someone. Gordon pissed her off, but not enough to warrant death yet. Gabriel will enter soon. A few more chapters… I also have an entrance planned for Lucifer, so there's that. I'm better now. Only that damn cough that won't go away, but thanks xD

Prfh – Like I said before. You can write in Spanish, if it's easier for you. I can manage one way or another ;P There will be some Damon and Ray friendship in the next chapter. Maybe she'll even meet or see Elena. I'm not sure yet. Have to check out the Episode in question again. I hope that chapter won't take too long though.

Enjoy,

Nick

I was staring at Ellen and Jo in annoyance. The two of them had been arguing for ages now and it all came back to a hunt Jo had found. She wanted to go and take care of the spirit, but Ellen… Well, she wasn't very happy. I offered to take her with me, but that only got me a death glare and speaking ban. From my place at the bar, I could see Sam and Dean enter cautiously.

"I am your mother, I don't have to be reasonable," Ellen was shouting as the two boys leaned against the bar next to me.

Jo shouted back, sounding as annoyed as I felt. For a different reason though "You can't keep me here."

"Thank God, you're here," I mumbled, rubbing my forehead. Up until now, I didn't even know that Angel could get migraines "They've been at it for hours already. Please get me out of here."

"You've listened to them for hours?" Dean asked in amusement.

I slugged him in the arm "It's not funny. I wasn't allowed to say anything after the first hour and they wouldn't let me leave." I didn't care how miserable I sounded, I just wanted to get the fuck out of here.

"You know what, you've had worse ideas than that recently," the older Harvelle woman gestured "Hey, you don't want to stay, don't stay. Go back to school."

Jo shook her head harshly "I didn't belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection."

Ellen huffed "Yeah and getting yourself killed on some dusty back road, that's where you belong?!" She turned to see the brothers standing next to me "Guys, bad time."

"Yes, ma'am," Sam murmured.

Dean nodded in agreement "Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway. We'll just take Ray and… go." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the direction of the exit.

"Wait," Jo stopped us in our tracks "I wanna know what they think about this."

A family entered the Roadhouse, all wearing bright yellow 'Nebraska is for Lover' shirt. Talk about bad taste "Are you guys open?" the father asked, looking at the arguing women with trepidation.

"No," Jo shouted, while Ellen said "Yes!"

The family walked backwards "We'll just… check out the Arby's down the road." They left and then the phone started ringing. Jo glared at it and then at her mother challengingly. What the fuck did I get myself into this time? I knew it was a bad idea to go the Roadhouse. Why? Why did I not listen?

While Ellen was on the phone, Jo turned back to us "Three weeks ago a young girls disappears from a Philadelphia apartment." She shoved a file at Dean. The same one I had checked out earlier "Take it, it won't bite."

"No, but your mom might," the older brother mumbled, taking the file reluctantly.

"And this girl wasn't the first. Over the past eighty years sic women have vanished. All from the same building, all young blondes. Only happens every decade or two so cops never eyeball the pattern. So we're either dealing with one very old serial killer or –"

Dean stopped her with a raised hand "Who put this together? Ash?"

"I did it myself," the young girl replied, sounding proud. She should be. The file was incredibly detailed. The only thing that was missing was whether it was a spirit and who it was.

Sam, who had been reading over his brother's shoulder shrugged "I gotta admit. We hit the road for a lot less."

"Good," Ellen cut in "You like the case so much, you take it."

"Mom!"

The owner of the Roadhouse started at her daughter "Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. And I won't lose you too. I just won't."

I rolled my eyes at them, when Jo sulked "I'll join you. At least, I don't have to listen to this family drama. And I thought my brothers were bad…"

Dean grinned at my comment, before he blinked "You have siblings? Are they Hunters too?"

"No," I laughed "That would be horrible. They know about this whole shit, but I haven't spoken to any of them in ages." I followed the two guys outside and walked over to my own car "If you decide to stop somewhere, tell me early enough."

"Alright," Sam nodded "See you."

I smiled and slid into the driver's side of my car, typing in the address I had gotten from Jo's file. As soon as the route showed up on the GPS, I had to hold back a groan. Over seventeen hours of driving. Sometimes I hated this country and its size.

In the end it took us longer than the seventeen hours, because we stopped in the same motel we stayed during the Bloody Mary case. Toledo was on the way and it was around the halfway point, so neither Dean nor I could really argue.

The next day, I left my car at the motel, while I joined Sam and Dean in checking out the apartment building.

"I feel kind of bad, snaking Jo's case," Sam mumbled, walking into the building.

I looked up at him "I offered to take her with me, but all I got was a death stare from Ellen. She really doesn't want Jo anywhere near the actual hunts."

"Yeah," Dean agreed "Maybe she put together a good file, but could you see her out here working one of these things? I don't think so." They both pulled out their EMF readers, while I looked around the flat curiously. Nothing showed that anything mysterious was happening, but I wasn't surprised. After all, the disappearances were bad for business "You getting anything?"

Sam shook his head "No, not yet." In that moment, he ran the reader over the light switch, making it light up "What's that?"

"What?" Dean questioned, stepping closer.

I tilted my head the black goo "That's ectoplasm. I'm impressed. Jo actually found a spirit and a dangerous one at that."

"It's the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man," Dean joked.

I snorted "Ghostbusters, Dean? Really? That's so cliché."

Sam rolled his eyes at us "I've only seen this stuff, like, twice. I mean, to make this stuff you have to be one majorly pissed off spirit."

"Alright, let's find this badass before he snags anymore girls or God forbid, Ray." Dean clapped his hands.

I raised an eyebrow at him "I'm not fitting the profile," I reminded him "Also, I know how to defend myself."

We exited the apartment and walked down the hallway. From around the corner, the three of us could hear voices coming closer. Is that… Jo? "It's so convenient," she gushed, rounding the corner with who I guessed was the landlord.

"Yeah, it's a great building, fixed it up real nice. All the apartments come furnished too," the man said.

Jo nodded enthusiastically "It's so spacious. You know, my friend told me I absolutely have to come check it out and I have to admit, she was right. You did a really good job with this place."

Dean stepped out of our hiding place with Sam and myself just behind him "What the hell are you doing here?"

"There you are, honey," the young girl smiled, wrapping one of her arms around Dean's waist "This is my boyfriend Dean and his buddy Sam with his girlfriend Ray." Did she just…? Yep, forget Ellen, I'll happily kill Jo myself. It wasn't that Sam wasn't a great guy or anything, but he was so not my type. I preferred someone less tall and less puppy like. Maybe one day, I'll meet someone like that again.

The landlord smiled at us "Good to meet you. Quite the gal you've got here."

Dean smacked Jo's ass "Oh, yeah. She's a pistol."

"So, did you already check out that apartment? The one for rent," Jo questioned us.

The older brother cleared his throat "Yeah. Yes. Loved it. Heh. Great flow."

"How did you get in?" the landlord questioned suspiciously.

"It was open," Dean told him plainly. I hid a grin in Sam's chest. After Jo had told the guy that I was hid girlfriend, I moved over to his side. While he really wasn't my type, I could act. Plus, it was kind of fun.

"Now, Ed," Jo smiled "Um, when did the last tenant move out?"

The landlord frowned "Oh, about a month ago. Cut and run, too. Stick me for the rent."

The blonde shrugged "Her loss, our gain! Because if Dean-o loves it, it's good enough for me."

"Oh, sweetie," Dean muttered, smacking her again. I was shaking lightly now, trying not to laugh. It was so obvious that something was going on and the man across from us didn't even react much. He must be used to all sorts of people. After all, Philly was as bad as other bigger cities when it came to humans and even non-humans. Lot of different people with lots of different ways of acting. Some a bit more… evil than others, but you know. Whatever. They're getting their punishment in Hell once Father and I were done judging them. Speaking of which, I was mostly working from the background to stop people from noticing that I was still alive. It got exhausting after a while, but I promised my Dad and my Father that I'd stay away if I could.

A while later, the four of us were inside the apartment, milling around the kitchen table.

"I'll flip you for the sofa," Jo told Dean.

The older man barely looked up at her "Does your mother even know you're here?"

I snorted "Really, Dean? After how she reacted? You don't honestly think that she let Jo go, do you?"

Jo nodded "Told her I was going to Vegas."

"You think she's gonna buy that?" Dean raised an eyebrow in doubt.

"I'm not an idiot," the girl scoffed "I got Ash to lay a credit card trail all the way to the casinos."

Dean sighed "You know, you shouldn't lie to your mom. Shouldn't be here either."

"Well, I am. So untwist your boxers and deal with it," Jo grumbled.

Sam, who had been quiet until now, frowned at the young girl "Where did you get all that money from, anyway?"

"Working at the Roadhouse."

Dean coughed "Hunters don't tip that well."

"Well, they aren't that good at poker either. Ask Ray. She won tons of money from poker games as well."

I was about to agree, when Dean's phone started ringing "Yeah?" he answered "Oh, hi Ellen." He covered the speaker part of the phone with his shoulder, having a muttered argument with Jo, until he gave up "I haven't seen her… Yeah, I'm sure… Absolutely." Dean hung up the phone and gave a grinning Jo an exasperated look.

After Ellen's call to Dean, we decided to look into the house. Jo sat down at the table, studying the blueprints we had gotten detailing the building's outline "This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago."

"Yeah?" Dean frowned at the knife Jo was flipping around in her fingers "What was here before 1924."

Jo shook her head "Nothing. Empty field."

I looked at the picture she had pointed to. Something reminded me of something… I had been in Philadelphia several times over the past few centuries and there was a detail niggling at the back of my head. Were those bars? "Oh," I breathed, when the memories crashed in full force "Guys," I cut into Jo and Dean's bickering "Look at the building next door."

"Are those bars?" Sam squinted "There was a prison next door."

I pointed at him in triumph "Exactly. If I remember right and I'm sure, I am, then they used to take the prisoners to the empty field next door to kill them."

"Remember?" Jo tilted her head.

"Oh, for the… I'm not telling you, Jo," I grounded out in annoyance "I told you before that you wouldn't believe me anyway."

The blonde grinned "Doesn't stop me from wanting to find out what you are."

"What do you mean?" Dean blinked "What you are?"

I grimaced "It doesn't matter right now. Not while we're trying to get this spirit." I glared at him when he was about to argue "No, Dean. I'm serious. You can ask your questions when we dealt with this, but right now it's not important. Back to the topic on hand. Moyamensing prison. Built in… 1835, torn down in 1963. Like I said before, they used to execute people by hanging them in the empty field that was in the place this apartment building is in."

"Well, then, we need a list. All the people executed there," Sam pointed out.

I frowned "I don't think so." I ran through some of the people I was aware of and stocked "There's no way. Herman Webster Mudgett."

Sam choked "Wasn't that H. H. Holmes' real name?"

"You've got to be kidding me," Dean laughed in disbelief. He typed something into the laptop "Yep. Holmes was executed at Moyamensing, May 7, 1896."

"H. H. Holmes himself," Sam mumbled "Come on, I mean, what are the odds?"

Jo looked between all of us in confusion "Who is this guy?"

"The term in 'multi-murderer'. They coined it to describe Holmes. He was America's first serial killer, before anybody knew what a serial killer was."

"Yeah, he confessed to twenty seven murders, but some put the death toll to over a hundred," Sam nodded.

Jo frowned "And you think this guy is the spirit we're looking for?"

I shrugged "It's a possibility. How about I go and check out the other people who were murdered here and you'll check out the house?"

"Sure," Dean agreed "But you take Jo with you."

"No way," the blonde exclaimed "No offence, Ray, but I already researched everything else. I want to do this, Dean."

The older Winchester rolled his eyes "This is on my head, Jo. If your mom finds out about this, we're all very dead."

"I don't care. I'm already here anyway, so I can join in just as well," Jo snapped.

I cleared my throat uncomfortably "I think, I'll head out now. See you later."

Hours later, I went through everything I could find on the subject, even asking some of my sources who were around at the time. I even checked the books to see whether or not Holmes had been picked up by one of my Reapers, but apparently no one could remember sending him to hell. All of the other names that I cross-referenced with the Book of Names – that was thankfully magical, so I didn't have to leaf through the entire thing – were checking out. As far as I could see it was only Mudgett missing.

When I arrived back at the building, there were emergency services everywhere. How the –? I didn't pay enough attention to my surroundings, so it was no wonder than I ran into someone. The surprise came in the form of Sam though "Sorry, Sam."

He grunted lightly, loosing his hold on the coffee cups "It's fine. Do you know what's going on?"

"It seems like another girl disappeared last night." I tilted my head, listening to the thoughts of the police officers.

The other Hunter grabbed my hand and tugged me back to the apartment. We burst through the door to see Dean and Jo sitting at the table.

"Where's the coffee?" Dean frowned.

Sam rolled his eyes "There are cops outside. Another girl disappeared."

"I'll go and check it out. You stay here," Dean told us and walked out of the door quickly. I settled down on the sofa with a small sigh. There were better things one could do with their time than to study the Book of Names. It was endless after all, so the magic on it was only helping. If you think of a specific location or a specific time then all the names of the souls collected there would show up. The book was something I had designed after the paperwork got out of hand several billion years ago, a few centuries after Adam and Eve were thrown out of Heaven's Garden – or Eden as the humans call it.

"Teresa Ellis," Dean started after he returned an hour later "Apartment 2F. Boyfriend reported her missing around dawn."

Jo looked up "And her apartment?"

"Cracks all over the plaster, walls, ceiling. There was ectoplasm too."

"Well, between that and that tuft of hair I'd say this sucker's coming from the walls. Have you found something, Ray?" Sam asked.

I nodded "I spent all night looking over the list of names. According to my contacts, everyone who died there was judged. All but Holmes. It fits even better when you think about his flavour of choice. Pretty blondes."

Dean ran a hand through his hair "Didn't he use chloroform to kill them?" There was a beat of silence "Which is what I smelled in the hallway last night. At his place, cops found human remains, bone fragments and long locks of bloody blonde hair." He turn to Jo, an exasperated look on his face "Boy, you sure know how to pick em."

The blonde – that could turn into a bit of a problem – shrugged "We just find the bones and salt and burn them, right?"

"Well," Sam scratched his head "It's not that easy. His body is buried in town, but encased in a couple of tons of concrete."

"What? Why?"

I smirked "They didn't want anyone mutilating his body. Apparently, people thought that even someone as twisted as Holmes deserved a proper death. After he was killed that was."

"You know something," Sam spoke up hesitatingly "We might have an even bigger problem than that."

"How does this get bigger?" Jo's voice sounded like she didn't even want to ask.

Sam gave her a sheepish smile "Holmes built an apartment building in Chicago. He called it the Murder Castle. The whole place was a death factory, they had trap doors, acid vats, quick line pits… he built these secret chambers inside the walls. He'd lock his victims in, keep them alive for days. Some he'd suffocate, others he's let starve to death."

"So Teresa could still be alive. She could be inside these walls?"

Dean nodded "We need sledgehammers, crowbars. We've got to smash these walls, anywhere thick enough to hide a girl. Sammy, you go with Ray and check out the first floor."

I shrugged and got up, stretching as I did so.

Sam and I check out the complete first floor with no luck. We were just about to return to the apartment, when Dean ran into us headlong.

"Woah," Sam gasped.

Dean looked as if he was in shock "He's got Jo."

I shoved him against a wall "What? How did that happen?"

"I wasn't with her," he whispered "I left her alone. Dammit."

"Ellen will kill all of us when she finds out. You know that right?" I remarked, pulling the brothers back inside the door. There had to be something we missed. A detail that could help us find Jo.

Sam was leaning over the blueprints, a concentrated look on his face "Look. We've just gotta take a beat and think about this. Maybe we got Holmes' MO wrong."

"Yeah, well, we'd better frigging think fast," Dean grumbled and went to answer his phone when it rang "Yeah?… Ellen…" I looked up from the documents and grimaced. This isn't going to end well "She's gonna have to call you back, she's taking care of, uh, feminine business… Look, we'll get her back… The spirit we're hunting, it took her… She'll be okay, I promise… What?… It won't. I won't let it. Ellen, I'm sorry, I really am… Dammit!" Dean threw his phone down with a curse.

"Don't beat yourself up, Dean. There's nothing you could have done," Sam soothed.

Dean ignored the comforting words from his brother "Tell me you've got something."

"Uh, maybe. Look. You look at the layout of the Holmes Murder Castle, there's all the torture chambers inside the walls, right? But there's one we haven't considered yet. The one in this basement."

"This building doesn't have a basement," Dean pointed out. I leaned over Sam's shoulder curiously and blinked. Huh. Sewers… perfect hiding place for a homicidal ghost and its victims.

Sam nodded "You're right, it doesn't. But I just noticed this. Beneath the foundation, it looks like part of an old sewer system that hasn't been used for –"

"Let's go," Dean cut him off, grabbing his jacket and some books.

It took us a few tries, but we soon found a metal trap door in an open field which would lead us down into the grimy sewers. Dean handed Sam a shotgun and took one for himself and a flashlight. I swung myself down the ladder first, waiting for the two boys at the bottom, my blade in hand. When we were all down there, we crawled along, trying to find Jo or Holmes.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed until we heard a struggle and a dark male voice hissed "Shh."

"Hey," Dean shouted, firing a shot into the ghost's chest, sending him flying backwards and out of sight "Jo?!"

"I'm here," the blonde gasped out in relief. I was standing at the entrance of the prison area, keeping a lookout, while Dean went to free Jo.

Sam on the other hand found the missing woman "We're going to get you out of here," he whispered "All right?"

"Sam!" Dean handed the bar over "Hang on." He opened the compartment to let Jo out "Are you alright?"

"Been better," she smiled shakily "Let's get the hell out of here before he comes back." I walked over to the girl and pulled her into a small hug.

Dean bit his lip in contemplation "Actually, I don't think you're leaving here just yet."

I narrowed my eyes on him "Yes, she will. There's no way she'll play bait for Holmes. Not when I can do this." I concentrated and drew a small illusion over myself, making my hair appear blonde for everyone but myself. It was the only thing I could do with this vessel. Either dying my hair or putting these little illusions over myself. They all blinked at me in surprise and I smirked at their expressions "Sam, get Jo and Teresa – was it? – out of here." I walked into a large chamber with Dean following me behind "This will work. If we can get him in here, I can put him into a salt circle."

The Hunter next to me shifted uncomfortably "What are you?"

"Are you going to kill me, Dean?" I asked seriously "It doesn't matter. Just know that I'm an ally and I mean you no harm. Hell, I have known you and your brother for a while now and I never did anything that should have you fear me. Others, yes, but not you."

Dean was silent, but in his eyes I could see the uncertainty "Okay," he decided finally "But if you ever do anything that could harm Sam or me then you'll have us to deal with."

I laughed at the threat. Not that he could do much, but Dean didn't need to know that "Sir, yes, sir." I flopped down in the middle of the chamber, wrapping my arms around my knees, while the other Hunter went to hide in the shadows. It didn't take long for Holmes to appear. He walked forward and I tried to pull at his soul. Nothing happened though and I frowned. As soon as he got close enough, I snapped my fingers, making a salt circle around the entire edge of the chamber.

I calmly stepped over the line as Holmes whirled around, looking for a way to escape. He mumbled gibberish and screamed in terror "I don't know what binds you to this world, but there's no way you're getting out of here." A grate slammed shut, sealing off the room.

Dean grabbed my hand gently and pulled me through the sewers back to where we hand entered "You did good there, Ray," he complimented quietly.

I smiled at him "Thanks. It's not my first serial killer," I joked.

"Really?"

"I met a few," I nodded and when he was about to climb up, I stopped him with a hand on his arm "Dean? Thank you. For not abandoning me, even though I'm not human."

He searched my eyes for a moment, before he pulled me into a quick embrace "You're out friend, Ray. Okay, enough chick flick moments now. I have just the idea about Holmes."

"Cement?"

Dean grinned "Cement."

In the end, we sealed in the ghost of the serial killer in the sewers and before they made their way back to the flat, I cut in "Any chance you can drop me off at my car? I really don't want to be there when Ellen arrives."

"Coward," Jo scoffed with a teasing glint in her eyes.

I shrugged unapologetically "It's called self-preservation, love. I really don't need to get onto your mother's bad side… again."

The blonde laughed and I smiled, glad that I could make her laugh despite the stuff she went through today.