3 DAYS LATER
SAM'S POV
"SAMMY!" Rachel screams, and I hear her running through the hall. My door flies open and suddenly she lands on top of me. I grunt at the sudden impact.
"What?" I groan.
"Wake up! I'm hungry and I want breakfast!" she says. I groan, and turn over. Suddenly she's jumping on my bed.
"SAMMY WAKE THE HELL UP!" she screams. I grab her ankle and pull her down, and she lands on top of me again, laughing. "C'mon, we gotta go!" she says, standing up, and grabbing my arm and trying to pull me off the bed.
I throw back the covers and get up off the bed, and follow her as she runs downstairs. She jumps and sits on a chair, but the chair tips over and she falls with it, and lands on her side on the floor. I start laughing as she groans. Dean walks in from the kitchen, takes one look at Rachel, and bursts out laughing.
"Shut up." she groans. We just keep laughing, and soon she joins in with us. She gets up and opens up her laptop on the table. "I got something."
"What is it?" I ask.
"People been getting shot in Alpharetta, Georgia. 4 people, all got shot in their homes. 3 dead, 1 remains. That one said it was a man that he had never seen before, but he said that before he got shot, it was suddenly freezing." she says.

"Spirit?" Dean asks.
"Probably, if it got cold." she replies.
"Anything else?" I ask.
"Guess we'll find out once we get there."

RACHEL'S POV
"Why don't you just let Sam and I do the talking?" Dean says. I roll my eyes.
"Whatever." I say. We walk up to the front door of the 3rd victim's house. Sam knocks. A woman opens the door wearing all black.
"Mrs. Carter?" Sam says.
"Yes?" the woman asks.
"FBI. I'm Special Agent Daniels, these are my partners Special Agent Morgan," he says, motioning to Dean. "and Agent Jameson." he says, motioning to me.
"Aren't you a little young to be an FBI agent?" Mrs. Carter asks me. Dean is about to speak but I respond.
"That's very kind, thank you." I say with a smile. She gives me a little nod. "We need to ask you a few questions." I say. She nods.
"Yes, of course." she says, letting us come in. I smirk at Dean and then walk in. We sit on the couch across from her.
"So, Mrs. Carter, what happened?" Dean asks.
"Don't you know? You're FBI!" she says. Dean looks a bit taken aback by this woman's recurrent sudden angry outbursts.
"Of course, Mrs. Carter, we just like to get different sides of the story." I say calmly. She looks at me and nods.
"James told me that he saw a man outside the house the night before. He said he had never seen him, but then when he looked away for a second, and then looked back the man was gone." she says.
"Did your husband say anything or act in a way that seemed… strange, to you?" Sam asks. Mrs. Carter thinks a second.
"No. Not that I know of." she replies.

"Hey guys, come here." I say, and Sam and Dean sit on either side of me on the bed.
"Whaddaya got?" Sam asks.
"So remember how one vic is alive?" I say.
"Yeah." Dean says.
"Well I emailed his wife, and she emailed me back
telling me that he saw a man appear and then mysteriously disappear before he got shot. She said he described him as pale and wearing a white t-shirt, black hoodie, and jeans." I say.
"And?" Sam asks.
"Jason Finns was a gunman at a bank robbery that had 8 hostages in 2003. Jason died in jail a week and a half ago." I say.
"Right before the killings." Sam says.
"Exactly, and guess what he was wearing." I reply.
"Lemme guess, white shirt, black hoodie and jeans?" Dean says. I nod and turn my laptop so both of them can see the article on my laptop.
"One of the hostages got shot by Jason. Apparently he was about to kill the rest when he got arrested." I say.
"Think he's trying to finish what he started?" Sam suggests.
"That's exactly what I'm thinking." I reply. My phone buzzes. I see it's Cas so I stand and answer it.
"Hey Cas." I say.
"I found it." he says.
"Found what?" I ask.
"The answer." he replies.
"Cas, I love you man, but get to the point." I say.
"I found a way to reverse the spell." he says. I freeze, and turn and look at Sam and Dean, who are watching me intently.
"You what?" I ask.
"I found a way to reverse it, maybe even eventually stop them from doing it completely." Cas replies.
"Uh… wow, okay. We got some leads, I'm sure we'll be back soon." I say.
"Be careful." he says. I smile slightly at his concern.
"I'll come back in as few pieces as possible. Later." I say, and I hang up the phone.
"What happened?" Dean asks.
"Cas, he… he found a way to reverse the spell." I reply with a smile.
"Great. Let's get home." he says.
"Dean, no, we have to finish the case." I say.
"But we can't-"
"Dean." I say. He stops talking. "I'll be fine. Relax."