ChapteI woke up early the next morning, even though it was my day off. I showered quickly, and headed downstairs to make myself some breakfast. I was pretty distracted by the thought of pancakes that the three large men in my dining room startled me more than I cared to admit.

"Jeez, you guys sure know how to scare a girl…" I smiled, slipping into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. The dining table was strewn with newspaper clippings and acquired police reports, and I struggled to even set three mugs and a pot down. I looked at Castiel. "Do you… drink coffee? Or.. anything for that matter?"

He regarded me a neutral expression. "I do not need any sustenance from food." Dean nudged him. "Thank you." He added.

I started pouring for the rest of us, and Sam turned his attention from his laptop to me.

"Thanks, Maya. So, we spent all last night researching the case. Turns out this wasn't the first time someone was killed in unusual circumstances at the hospital. Seems to be every ten years or so, started in 1905."

"Okay… so definitely weird and definitely our deal, right? 1905, did you say? That's the same year the hospital opened its doors."

"This place wasn't always a hospital?" Dean asked, taking a cautious sip of hot coffee. "Needs sugar."

I scoffed in response. "As far as I know, it was built totally from scratch in 1905. God knows what it was before then."

I watched Sam raise his eyebrows. "We should probably find that out."

"How about we check out the hospital this morning?" I suggested.

Dean nodded his consent. "Sounds like a plan. Then we find out what that place used to be."

Dean started Baby up feeling like a goddamn taxi service: Sam riding shotgun, Cas and Maya in the back.

"I could have driven, you know." Maya informed him.

"You're more than welcome to, sweet thang, But we're goin' in Baby." He replied, pulling off the driveway and into the road. He heard her huff as she settled into her seat, and smiled smugly, hoping she'd see it in the rear-view. He was inexplicably looking forward to seeing her work; she talked the talk, but he wondered just how good she was. She'd told him and Sam about some of the recent cases she'd worked, and she was impressive, especially given that she hunted alone. His eyes drifted to look at her in the mirror as he waited at some lights. She looked focused, ready. Her auburn hair was pulled up loosely on the top of her head and she had her lab coat on over her sweater, under the pretence that she was working an extra shift and showing some interns around. He pulled his gaze away just as the light's changed and hoped Sam hadn't caught him looking. Then again, this was Dean, if there's a woman in his presence, he's gonna look. They pulled up outside Tulsa General Hospital fifteen minutes later, and he, Sam and Cas trailed like lost puppies behind Maya as she expertly made her way around the hospital, greeting doctors and nurses and vaguely introducing them as "friends of a friends- interns." It was quiet, but it wasn't dead, and it would still be difficult to start stalking around with their EMF detector beeping at random intervals without raising some eyebrows.

When they reached the stairway that led to the storerooms downstairs, it started going crazy. "Yep. Definitely something weird going on down here." Dean eyes scanned the surroundings as they slipped down the stairs. It had only been a couple of days since Geoff died, so the area was still sealed off. Dean hoped the cops had all gone.

"Spirit seems like the answer." Sam mumbled, inspecting some black, goopy stuff that marked the wall outside the storeroom door. "Ectoplasm."

"We got an angry boy on our hands then, huh?" Dean heard Maya ask.

"You saw what he did to your buddy. Seemed pretty damn mad." he replied, his hand resting on the door handle.

The door wasn't locked, so Sam and Dean went in while Cas and Maya waited outside, guns loaded with salt rounds in their hands. Dean doubted there'd be much to see, they'd checked the body out already, and the blood had been cleaned long before they got there, but it was worth checking out the EMF levels in there. They definitely had a spirit on their hands, and an angry one at that. Given that these killings had been going over for more than 150 years, at least they could rule out recent deaths, maybe even deaths that happened after this place became a hospital.

"More ectoplasm in here" Dean gestured to the gloop that was spilling out of the walls near the wet patch of carpet where the scene had been cleared.

"This guy must have some serious unfinished business to take care of." Sam replied, wrinkling his nose at the blackened wall. Dean gestured to the door and Sam followed him out, making sure the door clicked shut behind him.

"EMF reader's goin' crazy in there. Even more than out here."

Maya turned her attention to Dean, tucking her gun in the back of her pants. "Looks like we're gonna have a long night of research, huh?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded, "at least we know this person probably died before this place ever became a hospital, that makes it easier."

"Library?" Maya suggested.

"Library." Echoed Sam and Dean in unison.

I found myself in the back seat of Dean's car again as we made our way to the library. Castiel had left us to it, and gone back to wherever angels come from. Heaven? Did Cas live in heaven? I had so many questions I needed to ask about Mr. Halo, but I figured I'd have to wait until we'd cracked this case before I'd get the chance.

"Pull up here," I said as the library came into view, "don't worry about parking, this town don't read."

Dean found a space close to the entrance and I deposited my 9mm under the driver's seat in front of me. Didn't think I'd be needing that in there.

"Not expecting a fight in there, huh?" Dean's voice came from behind me. "No murderous librarians? Crazy bookworms?"

"I think we'll be fine." I tossed him a smirk and felt a little giddy when he winked in response.

We found a quiet spot near a cluster of computers and got to work. The history of the hospital was easy enough to find. It was built on top of, well, nothing. All that stood there before the hospital was a bunch of grass and trees.

"Not even an Indian burial ground? Not even a cemetery? Not even a god damn house that someone coulda died in." Dean tossed his newspaper on the desk with a sigh.

"Doesn't mean no one died there." I offered, my eyes drifting toward the paper Sam was reading. "Hey, what's that?" I pointed to the paper and Sam slid it across the desk toward me. "'Wild family found sleeping in Grange Wood', that's where they built the hospital!"

Sam sat up, alert. "I doubt they'd have been very happy about them building on their 'home'" He punctuated the last word with air quotes. "That sounds pretty damn positive."

Dean perked up at the prospect of finally cracking this case. I wondered if he was just ready to go back home, or wherever it was they went when they weren't working. "I wouldn't get too excited, though."

Sam motioned to the stack of books and papers that we had piled up around us. "We gotta find out what happened. If anything happened."

I gave a disgruntled sigh. "If they lived in the woods, how the hell are we gonna find their bodies? The paper doesn't list any names, doesn't even say how many of them were out there."

"Maybe we could contact them? Y'know, drag 'em out of hiding, find out who they are and the bam! We gank 'em."

I bit my lip in thought. "That could work, they might not attack again for another ten years, but we might be able to talk them out."

"Like, Ouija board style?" Sam raised a sceptical eyebrow.

"Like Ouija board style." "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try." I mulled it over. If they responded, it'd be a start, but only that. What if there was more than one spirit roaming the hospital, eternally furious at the destruction of their home? What if they didn't come? We needed more intel on this family of freaks as a contingency; I doubted it would be easy as we were making it seem.

Dean watched Maya mull it over, her brows furrowed in thought. She turned to Dean. "But… If we found them, it could turn nasty, and I highly doubt that they'll up give their final resting place for us to salt 'n' burn 'em".

Sam sighed. "If they even have a final resting place. They could have been cremated, and left something behind."

Dean had had enough of all this pondering, he was more of a shoot first, ask questions later kind of guy. He slapped his hands on his knees and stood up. "We won't be gettin' anywhere if we don't try, I say tonight; you two done worrying like a pair of old maids?" Maya tossed him a look, but followed his lead and pushed herself out from under the table. He watched her pull on her jacket, struggling not to look as her vest slid up her stomach when she raised her arms. He managed to pull his eyes away before she noticed and slid past her to take to the lead.

"I say we get some food, get some supplies, you know, like a Ouija board?"

"I got it covered, there's one in my attic, you know, for special occasions."

"You ever used it?" Sam asked as they reached the car.

"God, no." She smirked, looking pointedly at the brothers. "You know what those things do, right?"

Dean rolled his eyes, "get in."

"You wanna ride shotgun?" Sam held the passenger door open for Maya, who accepted without argument. "Riding in the back gives me a headache."

Dean could smell her perfume as she sat next to him, heady vanilla and tobacco and spice. It had the familiarity of his dad's old leather jacket. He turned to look at her as she stared out the window, her legs crossed comfortably as though she belonged there, absent-mindedly fingering the fray on her jeans. "Wonder if we'll be cursed for all eternity after tonight." She mused, turning her blue eyes on Dean. He gave a gruff laugh. "Think we're already cursed, toots. Look at our lives."

She frowned. "Hey, the bad days are bad, but the good days are good. I've had some good times on hunts."

"Sure, I've had some good times on hunts, but it had nothing to do with the hunting." Sam scoffed and Dean turned to smirk suggestively at Maya. She cocked an eyebrow, tongue tracing her top lip. "Oh, me too, handsome, me too." She turned to the window and didn't look at him again for the rest of the journey, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

Dean pulled up on Maya's drive, lining up besides Maya's Jeep. He hopped out first and held the door open, offering a chivalrous hand for her to grip. "I think I got it." she smiled, ignoring the outstretched hand.

"Suit yourself."

The huntress slipped past him and to her front door, which opened with a creak. "So, we get the board, we grab some food, and we go. Give me two minutes. Sam, give me a hand in the attic."

"What about me?" Dean pouted.

Maya shrugged. "What? He's taller?"

I heaved myself up through the attic hatch, Sam's pushing me up by my ass.

"You should really get a ladder." Sam suggested, a smirk on his lips.

"Oh, I have one, this is easier." I grunted, pushing aside a box of old clothes. "Gotcha... Watch out below!" I heard Sam curse as the wooden board crashed onto my carpet. "My turn." I swung my legs through the hatch and felt Sam's strong grip around my legs.

"There you go." He said as he placed me gently on my landing. I picked up the creepy ass ouija board, blowing off the dust. I hated these damn things, and had no goddamn ideas why any tipsy teenager would think this was a good idea for slumber party hi-jinks.

I made a bee-line for my bedroom. "I'm gonna change real quick, you wanna wait downstairs?"

"Sure, take your time." Sam replied, making his way back to his brother downstairs.

"Five minutes!" I yelled to their backs.

I pulled off my jeans and vest and tossed them in the laundry bin. I threw on a white v-neck and my grey skinnies and slipped on my favourite blush-pink biker jacket. I may be a hunter, but I sure as hell didn't need to dress like one. Plaid? No thanks. Although, I didn't hate the blue plaid Dean had on over his t-shirt. I put on a fresh spray of perfume and headed out- we may be working tonight, but we were eating first, and I wasn't about to be seen out in my vest. I jogged downstairs and fished my keys out of the bowl by my door.

"I'll drive." I stated, not leaving room for debate. I heard Sam laugh and Dean give a surprisingly reserved "Fine."

Sam hopped in the back and Dean slid in next to me. I slipped the car into gear and pulled off the driveway.

"Drive stick, eh?" Dean asked, nodding at the gear stick.

"My dad always did, just his way." I smiled fondly. "He taught me well. Makes quick getaways a little more effort though."

"Yeah, I bet." he laughed, his eyes not leaving my face. "More fun though, right?"

"Most of the time. You guys like Italian? I know the best trattoria not far from here."

Sam responded with an immediate 'yes', but Dean screwed his face up. "I was hoping for a burger, but I guess that'll do."