When they got to Bobby's he was nowhere in sight. Sam took the outside, Dean took the upstairs and Kayla went searching on the main level. As she opened one of the storage closets, an icy cloud of air breathed out of her. She spun around with the shotgun cocked but couldn't shoot. How was she supposed to shoot?

"Dad?"

"Kayla." He stood in front of her looking like she'd always remembered; clean cut in one of his expensive suits. She couldn't save him and now she had to face him.

"Dad I'm so sorry. If I would have known…"

"If you would have known? What, that we were at risk? Why wouldn't we be at risk Kayla? They went after his family why wouldn't they go after yours?"

Because you never think it will happen to you. She always thought she'd have that little slice of normality to go back to. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it sweetheart." He stepped towards her and she didn't step back. "I worked my whole life to give you everything and you threw it away. You sold our home, our property, our belongings! Everything I worked for!"

"I couldn't be there again! You have to understand that, I couldn't walk into that house after what happened."

"You never wanted in that house. You could have had the easy lifestyle, you could have accepted everything I tried to give you and instead you chased after a ghost hunter and got us killed!"

"That wasn't supposed to happen!"

"And I wasn't supposed to raise an ungrateful daughter but here you are!"

"I'm not!" She cried. "I'm not ungrateful, I didn't fit into that life dad."

He didn't respond, just glared at her and reached out. Before he could touch her a shot went off and he disappeared, Dean stood at the doorway.

"You ok?"

She shook off the shock and nodded. "Yeah." She looked at him. "You look kind of rough."

"Yeah Meg's ghost beat the crap out of me." He said nonchalantly.

Sam had rescued Bobby from his own ghosts and they all met up in Bobby's office to discuss the situation. These weren't just ghosts, they were ghosts of people they couldn't save. Henricksen, Meg, Kayla's dad, they failed them all.

"Meg had a mark on her hand, like a tattoo or a brand."

Sam nodded. "I saw something on Henricksen too."

Bobby looked between them. "Well what did it look like?"

Sam grabbed a piece of paper and sketched it out.

"I may have seen this before." Bobby took it to his stack of research.

"Hey." Dean nudged her. "You ok? You seem kind of out of it."

"Please stop asking me that." The lights above them flickered and static was heard from the electronics. These things were coming back.

Bobby grabbed some books. "We gotta go, follow me." He led them into the basement and through an iron door. When everyone was in he pulled the lever shut.

They were all looking around the room in silent awe, Sam pointed to the walls. "Bobby, are these…"

"Solid iron. Completely coated in salt. One hundred percent ghost proof."

"You built a panic room?"

He shrugged. "I had a weekend off."

"Bobby." Dean picked up an old military AK and looked at him. "You're awesome."

They went to work packing more salt rounds while Bobby did the research.