Bobby tried to enlist some local hunter help in researching angels but couldn't get an answer from the longtime friend. Not hearing back from a hunter automatically put up a red flag and they drove to the woman's house to check on her.

The scene inside wasn't pretty. Blood spattered the floors and walls, there was a half-made line of salt laying in front of her body. Her body, augh. That was a whole new level of nasty. She was laid on her back with her exposed rib cage ripped in half while her intestine spilled onto the floor.

"Olivia was rocking the EMF reader." Dean held it up for them to see.

Sam nodded but was trying to keep from throwing up. "Spirit activity."

Kayla noted how he'd brushed right by the body, like it was something they'd seen everyday. But it wasn't. They'd never seen a ghost do something like this to someone; it was downright sadistic.

"You gonna be ok?" Sam was looking at her.

"Hmm? Yeah, fine."

But she looked pale, like she was going to be sick and he squeezed her shoulder. "Take a breather, we'll look around."

Dean watched the transaction but didn't say anything, Kayla nodded and followed Bobby's path out the door.

Bobby called around to some other hunters in the area, only to again get no response from any of them. Something big was going on and they were already miles behind in stopping it.

They split up and sought out the other hunters; every house was a bloodbath. Every hunter in the area was dead and all showed signs in the room of fighting off ghosts. These were some pissed off ghosts.

On the way back to Bobby's Sam pulled in to a cheap gas station to fill up. Dean and Kayla were sleeping in the back so he went ahead and took care of the gas before heading to the bathroom.

Kayla.

Kayla shifted her head, being interrupted from her sleep.

Kayla wake up. Wake up! Bring the rock salt gun!

She jerked out of her sleep and sat up, reaching into the front seat for the shotgun.

"What's up?" Dean asked groggily.

"Come on." She followed Sam's directions and kicked open the bathroom door. Sam was on the ground and a man, no, not just a man…Agent Henricksen stood in front of him. "Oops, wrong bathroom." She shot at him and he disappeared.

Sam caught his breath. "Took you long enough."

"A little louder mental yelling would have been helpful. I was sleeping you know."

Dean glanced around. "Was that…"

Sam nodded. "Agent Henricken. We need to get to Bobby before something goes after him too."

They got back onto the road and Dean tried calling him, he felt his skin chill when he didn't get an answer. Kayla was making sure Sam's bleeding had stopped; Henricksen worked him over pretty well in the bathroom and infection was a big possibility in a place like that. Dean was trying not to be paranoid about it; Kayla had always tended to them, always the first to break out the first aid kit. That's all she was doing.

"You feel ok man?"

"Yeah, fine."

"What did he want?"

"Revenge, we got him killed."

"Sam."

"What? We did."

"Dude, whatever the hell is going on is happening to us. I can't get in touch with Bobby, so unless you're thinking answers, don't think at all!"

"Dean, we'll get to him in time. Bobby can fight off some ghosts." She offered, trying to be comforting.

"I know." He breathed. "He'll be fine."