Outside Addy frantically scanned the area for any sign of the little boy. She cursed under her breath and looked desperately back at Sam and Dean who had followed her out of the library. "What do we do? We have to find him!"

Sam was still in shock, but Dean, who somehow always managed to stay calm, no matter how dire the situation, asked, "Which way were they headed?"

Addy pointed down the sidewalk.

"Okay. I think there's a cliff in that direction," Dean replied. "We might be able to stop her."

The three of them took off down the street, not caring when an old woman looked at them suspiciously. Sam glanced at Addy who looked completely distressed. "Are you all right?"

She shook her head, feet slapping the concrete. "He was right there. And I didn't even notice it."

"It's not your fault," he assured her.

But she just kept running. Dean was slightly ahead of them when they reached the grassy stretch of ground just outside of the main part of town. And Sam saw the little boy walking closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.

"There she is!" Addy shouted.

But neither of the brothers could see anyone with the young boy.

"Where?" Sam shouted back as he sprinted across the dry, yellow grass to the kid. Dean drew his gun and Addy froze just as Sam grabbed the little boy and pulled him back. The kid kicked against Sam's arms, but Dean was already firing two quick shots at the place where he had been standing seconds before.

Addy looked back at Sam and the child stopped struggling. "She's gone."

"Where'd the lady go?" the kid asked in a high pitched voice. His bright red hair was in severe need of cutting and there was a whole galaxy of freckles dotting his pale face as he looked all around.

"We have to get rid of her before she goes after another kid," Sam said urgently. "I'll take this guy home. You and Dean need to go find out where her body is."

Dean nodded and stowed his gun back inside his jacket before turning and heading back the way they had come.

Addy followed him, jogging slightly to keep up as Sam led the boy back towards town saying, "My name's Sam. I'll take you back to your mom, okay?"

Back in the library Dean went to ask at the front desk how they could find out where someone was buried and Addy searched online for anything relating to Melanie's grave. Her eyes darted back and forth across each page, and Dean, who had charmed the woman at the desk into finding him the cemetery Melanie had been buried in loped over.

"I've got it." And, just like that, he was dialing Sam's number into his cell phone. "Sammy?" he said, pushing open the library door. "Meet us over at the cemetery. It's down the street from the library and to the right, close to a Burger King and kind of hidden by some trees."

Dean darted over to the Impala and jumped into the driver's seat. Addy was barely inside the car as he drove away from the curb.

In the cemetery, they split up to search the rows, each holding a shovel from the trunk of the car. After what seemed like hours, Addy saw the name Melanie Rogers etched into a headstone. "Dean," she called out. "Over here."

The sun was sinking lower in the sky as Dean rushed over to the mostly concealed area. Immediately, he plunged the shovel into the soil. Addy glanced around, praying that no one would see them as she joined in. Moments later, Sam was there next to them.

"Jack is home safe now. His mom was going crazy trying to find him." He took the shovel from Addy and she scowled at him.

"I was doing that!"

He shrugged. "Now you don't have to."

She crossed her arms stubbornly as the two continued to dig.

Dean impatiently snapped, "For God's sake, why do they have to bury everyone so damn deep?"

Sam ignored his brother, throwing shovelfuls of dirt to the side of the grave. The hole in the earth was becoming deeper and he paused for a moment to wipe a drop of sweat from his forehead.

That's when he realized that Addy was gone.

"Addy?" he called out.

Dean looked up, pausing. "Where'd she go?"

"If I knew that, do you think I'd be yelling for her?" Sam shot back. He cursed under his breath. "I have to find her." Dread filled him as he added, "She's still technically a kid. Melanie could be after her."

Before Dean could respond, Sam was throwing his shovel down and jogging towards the part of the cemetery that was closest to the cliff. He dodged the trees that slowly grew thinner until, finally he could see Addy's tall figure.

Standing just feet from Melanie.

Why could he see her? He wasn't a child. But there wasn't time to wonder about that.

"Addy!" he shouted.

She didn't even turn at the sound of his voice. Instead, she took a small step towards the rocky edge of the cliff.

Melanie looked over at Sam and smiled. That's when he understood.

It was revenge. They had stolen the boy from her, and now she was making sure that Sam would see her as she took her last victim.

But he wouldn't let her.

The woman was beckoning Addy closer to her.

And Addy was walking towards the edge of the cliff. Her eyes were blank.

"Addy!" Sam shouted. "Stop!" To himself he muttered, "Dean, hurry." When Addy continued to walk away from him he sprinted towards her, shouting her name.

But just as he managed to catch hold of her wrist she spun around, slapping him across the face.

Stunned, he dropped her arm, hand flying to where she had struck him. He gaped at her.

Melanie narrowed her eyes at him, but then smiled benevolently at Addy, who was smiling back at her. The woman whispered something that Sam couldn't hear, but apparently Addy did. She was just inches from plummeting off the cliff when Sam grabbed her from behind, pulling her into his arms.

She cried out angrily, but he pulled her backward, away from the edge.

The light dress of the pale woman whipped around in a sudden wind and her features contorted in rage. Addy struggled against Sam's arms, but he dragged her backward until he tripped and fell, pulling her down with him. His back hit the ground, hard, knocking the wind out of him. The woman was moving towards them.

"Dammit Dean!" Sam shouted angrily, willing his brother to hurry.

"Let go!" Addy screamed, twisting madly in an attempt to break free of his grasp. "Let me go!"

The woman's lips were moving as if she was speaking, but no sound was coming out.

Or at least, Sam couldn't hear it.

That was it. Only Addy could hear what the woman was saying. Because she was a minor.

"Don't listen to her, Addy!" Sam yelled. Then, he let go of her long enough to clasp his hands over her ears. Instantly, she was still. Sam knelt behind her, making sure that she couldn't hear whatever it was the woman was saying. But it didn't solve the new problem; the woman was almost to them.

Addy tried to scoot back, but her back was already pressed against Sam's chest. He didn't believe that the woman could actually touch her victims. He was positive that her voice held the power to entice children over the cliffs.

But he wasn't taking any chances. Not with Addy's life.

He put his mouth right next to his hand, which still covered her ears and said loudly, "As soon as I let go, cover your ears!"

She nodded and he removed his hands from her ears and she replaced them just as he pulled her to her feet. Without pausing for a second, he was on his feet as well, standing in front of her.

The woman was right in front of him. There weren't even four full inches separating their bodies. She turned her dark, angry eyes up to meet his. He winced and, keeping one hand on Addy's arm, struck the woman across the face.

His hand went right through her as he had suspected it might.

Addy tried to move to stand beside him, but Sam kept his body between her and the woman.

And that's when Melanie looked confused. She stared down at her dress, and Sam saw that the edges were beginning to fade away. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent scream. A second later, she had disappeared altogether.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then he turned to face Addy. Her face was white and her eyes wide. Slowly, she lowered her hands from her ears.

"You okay?" Sam asked, concerned. She looked far more distraught than she should have.

She nodded, but continued to watch him with an expression that he couldn't explain. Finally she said, "You stood in front of me."

He nodded, puzzled. "I know."

"You didn't even have a weapon."

"Well I couldn't just let her take you."

Addy kept staring at him in what he was beginning to think was awe. "You saved me. Again," she said, and wrapped her arms suddenly around him. Laughing a little, Sam hugged her back, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"Anytime," he told her. One of his hands rubbed circles on her back absentmindedly.

A second later, he heard someone walking towards them and he pulled away from Addy. Turning he saw his brother.

"Looks like I got rid of her in time," Dean said, but the expression on his face was accusatory.

Sam nodded. "You could have been a little quicker."

"Hey. You're both alive."

That was so true.

Back at the motel, while Addy was in the shower, Dean confronted his little brother.

"So man, what's the deal with you and Addy?"

Sam balked. "Huh?"

Dean laughed. "What do you mean, 'huh'? I saw you two hugging and, let me tell you, it wasn't just a friendly hug."

Shaking his head Sam looked back at the pages of the paperback he was reading. "Dude, you're a moron, okay."

"Sound a bit defensive there, Sammy," Dean teased. "I mean, it's fine. You can't help how you feel and, really, I don't have a problem with it. Just, you know, try not to get too kissy-kissy when I'm around, alright bro?"

"Dean, she's seventeen," Sam pointed out.

He could practically hear his brother winking when he said, "Just for a couple more weeks."