Here is the second chapter. I just want to apologize in advance if this chapter sucks... I had a little trouble with it, I kept trying to make it good, and kept changing/adding things, and now, I finally decided to stop that and just post it. Chapter 3 will be posted soon, maybe by saturday, sunday at the latest.

Chapter 2

"Summer is that really you?" Sam asked while lowering his arm, putting the gun back inside his jacket.

"The one and only," Summer responded, glancing at both of them, letting her gaze last longer on Dean before looking back at Sam. "You two look good."

"What are you doing here?" Dean finally spoke up, also lowering his arm so his gun wasn't pointed at her.

"Same as you; I am trying to get to the bottom of people dying here."

"Wait," Sam raised an eyebrow. "You're a hunter now?"

She nodded stepping closer to them. "Yeah, I am."

"Since when--"

"Since the day you two left town after getting out of jail," she explained as she made her way past them and to her Silver BMW.

"You do this alone?" Sam faced her, following her.

"Yup," she opened the driver's side door, only to stop when Dean said the one thing she expected from one of them.

"How do we know this isn't some kind of trick?" he asked now standing next to Sam, eying her closely.

She sighed. "I'm not here to trap you. If you don't believe me you can check my pockets, my car. Hell you can even go to my motel room, look through my bags for any evidence of it being a trap, but you won't find any," she said bending down and pulled out an E.M.F. meter from the compartment next to her seat before facing them again. "I'm not a cop anymore."

"You're not?" Sam asked.

"Nope, gave it up after I let you two out."

"Why did you give it up?"

"I didn't want to be a cop after how much pain I caused you both, and I didn't want that happening again," she stepped past them again, only to be stopped by Dean grabbing a hold of her arm, causing her to look him in the eye.

"How can we be sure you're not lying right now?" his expression told her he did not trust her at all.

She sighed. "Dean, look, I know you don't, and probably won't trust me, and I don't blame you for not doing so, but… I am not here to bust you. I am just here to take care of this spirit and then I will be moving onto another case. Now, will you please let go?"

Slowly he loosened his grasp on her arm and watched her head back to the building.

"How do you know it's a spirit?" Sam followed her.

"What else would be killing people at a cemetery?" she walked up the steps, reaching for the handle, she got ready to pull the door open when a hand rested on her shoulder, she looked over her shoulder and saw Dean standing there.

"Maybe Sam and I should open it."

"Why?"

"We have no idea what's in there, and personally, I wouldn't want you being the first to maybe get attacked."

"Don't worry, nothing is going to jump out at us and attack," she got ready to pull open the door again, but Dean reached over, placing a hand on it, keeping it shut.

"And how would you know that?"

"I was here earlier, but a cop came by and made me leave. Now, will you please back away so I can get inside?" she made eye contact with him.

Hesitantly, he stepped back, standing behind her, pulling his firearm out of his jacket, pressing down on the hammer with his thumb. They heard it click. Summer turned her attention to him again when she heard the gun click, her eyes falling upon the pistol before fixing her eyes upon his face.

"It doesn't hurt to be prepared."

She shrugged facing the entrance again, gripping the handle with one hand while holding a flashlight in the other, she pulled on the heavy door, opening it. She raised her arm up allowing the flashlight light the area as she stepped inside, Dean and Sam following close behind.

"Looks like nothing is in here," Sam said glancing around. "Nothing but dirt and cobwebs," he added a second later.

"Actually…" Summer bent down near a corner. "Someone's been here," she turned a bit, a white shirt in her hand.

Dean walked closer to her, his flashlight shining on the clothing. "That doesn't really help us. It could belong to someone who got happy, or they needed to do a quick change."

"If anyone had sex here, they need to re-think that next time," Summer scrunched up her nose standing up. "And I highly doubt someone wanted to change clothes."

"What if someone did?"

She looked at Dean. "They wouldn't have forgotten their shirt."

"What's that?" Sam asked highlighting an area on the clothing.

Summer and Dean looked at the highlighted area and saw what Sam noticed.

"That looks like blood," Summer thought aloud examining the stain closely. "Something sure happened in here."

"It could belong to the recent victim," Sam stepped toward them.

"Ok, question," Summer looked at the both of them. "The recent victim, it was a girl right?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"And the last two were also, right?"

"Yes," Dean answered this time. "So?"

"So, what if this ghost goes after the girls for their—"

"Life force," Dean finished her sentence. "Great," he sighed. "It almost sounds like the Shtriga we dealt with a while back."

"Only difference, this thing isn't climbing through the victim's window at home, and it's not children it's after," Sam pointed out.

Dean headed toward the entrance. "We should head back to the motel and figure out a plan."

"We?" Summer repeated turning to face him.

"You're doing the same case as us, why not just do it together," Dean said walking down the steps and headed to his car. Sam and Summer looked at each other before following Dean to the cars.

"There must be a connection to the three victims'," Summer said as she looked over the paper work that covered part of the table.

"We have checked all possible connections and have found none as of yet," Sam informed her.

She grabbed one of the pages, bringing it closer to her. "Did you happen to notice this? All of them have brown hair."

"So?"

Summer glanced at Dean. "Think about it. All of them have brown hair, which means the ghost could have brown hair, and is killing girls who have the same hair color, same age, and so on. She might need someone who resemblance her."

Sam reached over grabbing the paper. "Apparently the victims' have the same age. I think she is on to something here."

"Ok, so we find out who is doing this, burn the bones and move on."

"There's one problem with that, Dean, we have no idea who is doing it."

"Unless…" Sam trailed off.

"What, Sam?" Dean made eye contact with him.

Sam's eyes drifted to Summer, Dean followed his gaze.

"No way in hell are we using her as bait," he shook his head.

"We have no other choice. She is perfect for this."

"Sam is right. We need to do it."

"No. I don't like it."

"Sam," she looked at him. "Can you give me and Dean a moment alone please?"

"Uh, sure," Sam stood up then he headed to the door, stepping outside, shutting the door behind him.

She locked eyes with Dean. "Why don't you want me to do this?"

"It's a bad idea."

"That's not good enough reason."

He sighed. "I don't want you to risk your life."

"You and Sam will be right there backing me up. I will be fine. Nothing will happen."

"Yeah, everybody says that and then something does happen," he mumbled.

"We're doing it."

He sighed again. "Fine," he caved in. "I swear if this turns sour, you're out of there," he looked at her with confusion when she chuckled. "Why are you chuckling?"

"You're acting just like you used to when we were together. Whenever I would need to do something you would get all protective."

"Yeah, well, I didn't want you ending up dead."

"I didn't want that either, you know."

Silence took over for a few moments before she spoke up again.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For not telling you and Sam I was a cop. I wanted to tell you both so many times, but I… couldn't."

"It's too late for sorry. I'm not going to forgive you for that."

"At first I thought you did… a little, at least, when you said I could help you with this case."

"I am far from forgiving you. You would have to do something big for me to forgive you."

"I hope one day you can forgive me and trust me again," she said quietly sighing while she stood up and stepped toward the window by the door, peering out at the parking lot, she saw Sam standing by the Impala, using his cell phone. She lowered her eyes down toward the floor, sighing again.

"What?"

She turned around. "Huh?"

"What is it?"

"Nothing..."

"Stop with the lying, ok, and just tell me. I can tell something is on your mind."

"As soon as this case is finished, I need to leave."

"Why?"

"The cop that busted us four months ago, he's been keeping an eye on me. No matter where I go, or what I do, he knows where I am. I have tried covering up my tracks. I don't know if he knows I'm here, but I don't want to take any chances with him catching you and Sam. I'm taking a risk as it is."

"We can handle him."

"Not when there are other officers looking for you. I shouldn't even be here right now. For all we know, he's here and saw me with you."

"So what, you're just gonna leave and never come around us again?"

"If that's what it takes to keep you out of handcuffs, then yes."

She walked to her jacket and grabbed it off the back of the chair she had been sitting in and pulled it on.

"What're you doing?"

"I think I should just go now just in case," she replied already heading for the door.

"Is it really about that guy, or is it because of something else? Summer, talk to me. What is the real reason you don't want to stay? 'Cause quite frankly, I don't buy this crap with that guy. Is it because of me?"

She faced him again. "Dean, you know that's not true."

"Do I?" he stepped closer to her. "You tell me you don't want to take any risks. If that was true, you wouldn't have even agreed to come with us, you would have made up some excuse to leave but you didn't. Now you want to leave suddenly. I don't buy it."

"You really want to know? Then yes, you're the reason."

"Go on. Tell me why I'm the reason."

"Dean…"

"Tell me."

"I don't want to stay because every time I look at you, I think back to four months ago. I think about the three months I kept the cop thing a secret. I think back to when you and Sam were angry with me, to you two leaving the station without glancing at me once. I am still hurting inside for what I caused you, and knowing you have not, and will not forgive me. How can I stay just to be reminded of all that?"

"If you were just honest from the very beginning none of it would have happened."

"I tried. I seriously kept trying to tell you."

"Try harder next time!" he spoke louder than he intended.

"Do you think it's that easy? It's hard to tell someone something like that!" she raised her voice.

"You could have just built up the courage to do it and did it without hesitation. The longer you wait, the harder it is to do it," he said lowering his voice to a talking tone before they ended up having a yelling match.

"I know!" she sighed heavily putting her hand through her hair, moving away the strands that hung over one side of her face.

"Look, let's forget about it alright? Let us put it behind us and move on. I will try to forgive you. It might take me a while to fully forgive you, but at least I will try."

She nodded. "Thanks…"

The door opened quickly, nearly knocking Summer off her feet when it pushed her aside a bit.

"You could have knocked," she said to Sam when he came in.

Ignoring what she said, Sam looked at Dean and then her a second later.

"Another girl died."