Upstairs, Kayla was desperately trying to figure a way out of the anklet. Another ghost of a slave, a man, kept coming into the cell and Dean was having a hard time fighting off all three of them. While the husband and wife went at him, the third spirit went after her with a whip. It must be Crenshaw's "stud" slave. He had been allowed free reign of the attic. She held her arm up against the whip and cried out as it hit her forearm. Damn that stung. Only one hit and she could feel the blood trickling down.
Dean got up close and personal with Crenshaw and saw the pendent around his neck. "Man you are about to be in a world of hurt." He ripped it off of him and stomped it to the ground, smashing the small stone.
The man with the whip stopped when he heard the noise and actually looked afraid. He turned around, giving Kayla a view of the cells across from her. The slaves were free, the anklets had disappeared. They were gonna be pissed.
Dean peered his head in and saw the blood, his smirk faded into concern. "You ok?"
"I'm super." She rubbed the red marks on her ankle where the chain had been and they both turned to the sound of struggle. "We should go help Sam."
By the time they got to the cemetery, John Crenshaw's remains were already burning and Sam was digging in the second grave. Kayla helped him dig while Dean helped the officer shot at the Night Riders. They were apparently still loyal to Mr. Crenshaw.
When the coffin was opened Sam quickly doused it and set it aflame. "Took you guys long enough. If you think that wussy little cut on your arm gives you an excuse you're wrong."
Kayla laughed. "I'm sorry." The Night Riders disappeared with the flames. "Speaking of taking too long, shouldn't you be sending all those slave spirits to the great beyond?"
Dean smirked. "Welcome to Crossing Over with Sam Winchester."
He rolled his eyes and headed back for the house.