I waited in the back bedroom, ignoring the protests Dean was still yelling at me. I held onto the iron poker as if my life depended on it. It did. I had no doubt he would show if I didn't have it, but I needed it. But is it really worth their lives?

"Fine. No iron?" I set the poker in a corner behind the door, and backed off. "No iron." My dad's image flickered into view. His hair was matted with blood, probably from the dent in his skull. His brown eyes were still filled with knowledge, but also with anger and betrayal.

"Jackie," he said in a voice that reminded me of the golem from The Hobbit.

"That's me. I knew about Mom's affair, but Callie didn't. Let her go."

"She knew."

"No, she didn't. I didn't tell her. Mom and Gavin sure as hell didn't tell her. So tell me, how'd she know?" Reasoning with a ghost without any other protection? The most stupid thing I'd ever done.

"I… don't know."

"Exactly because she didn't know. Let her go."

"And your friends?"

"Lock us in together. They aren't a part of this."

"Hunters."

"Yes, but what are they going to do from out there?"

"They go once you do."

"And Callie?"

"Already done." I looked out the window, and saw her running down the sidewalk.

"Okay. Get it over with."

"No. You'll suffer first."

"I'm already suffering. You got yourself killed because you weren't man enough to deal with a divorce. You left us to grow up with Mom and him." I took a step forward. "Callie cut herself almost everyday because of what you did. You didn't think about us when you did this." I gestured to him.

"Pain."

"We were in pain, too. No, you just can't stand the fact that you're the reason she was with him in the first place." I'll admit I was egging him on. I thought that if all of his energy was on me, Sam and Dean could get free.

"No!" He moved like lightning, suddenly holding me up with his hand against my neck. He was holding on so tight, it was a struggle to speak.

"What? Did… you kill Ali's… stepmom, too?" He loosened his grip so it was easier for me to talk.

"She had an affair with her dad!"

"So what?!" I screamed. "Tons of people have affairs! Did you ever think that maybe he was afraid of divorcing her only to find out it wasn't true? That Mom went behind your back because she was afraid of you?" His grip tightened more than it had been the first time.

"Never." I heard a thud below us, which meant Sam was free. Or another table had been thrown. It was most likely Sam. "If she was afraid of anybody, it was that scum."

"You're forgetting that Mom told me everything. She hated you and loved him." He looked down.

"Liar."

"Why would I lie? I'm gonna die either way. Look into my eyes." He did hesitantly. "Mom hated you. I hate you, too." He looked murderous, and I knew I had won. I had also lost. The Winchesters and my sister were alive, but I was dead. That was always my choice.