Chapter 3

"What, how do you know that?" Summer asked surprised.

"I just over heard someone talking on their cell phone about it."

"Damn it!" Dean slammed his hand down on the tabletop. "We never should have left."

Summer stuck her hand inside her jacket pocket, pulling out her car keys, and then looked at them. "We do the plan now. If we wait, another girl will die."

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"Damn it," Dean sighed kneeling behind a bush, keeping his eyes on two officers by the building they were in earlier.

"Anyone got a plan?" Summer asked.

"I guess they don't want any more girls coming here," Sam said watching the officers.

Dean looked at him. "Ya think?"

"Ok, you two distract them," Summer said making her way closer to the officers.

"What are we supposed to do?" Dean stared at her, watching as she continued to head toward the men.

"I don't know, think of something."

The brothers made eye contact, sharing the same expression; having no clue how they were going to distract the cops.

"Follow me," Dean tapped Sam on the shoulder a few moments later, moving away from the bush.

Sam followed him without a word, and the two headed toward the other side of the graveyard, several feet away from where Summer was.

Summer hid behind a bush. "Come on guys, do something." After a few minutes, she saw the police men walk away from the building and across the yard. She wondered why, but then got her answer when she saw Sam and Dean in front of them. Watching closely, she saw the four talk once the officers reached them, and a second later she watch them head to the patrol car, leaving a moment later. Standing up, she stepped away from the bush. "How did you get them to leave?"

"Told them a lie," Dean answered. "Said there was a shoot out by a store and they needed more help."

She nodded "Not bad. Let's hope this ghost shows up before they return."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Let's begin."

"We're going to be over there," Dean pointed to a bush. "We got your back 100"

"I know."

The brothers hid behind the bush while she stood in front of the building holding a flashlight, checking out each direction for any signs of the spirit.

"Do you think this will work?" Sam whispered to Dean, his eyes still upon her.

"I hope so."

A rustling sound caught their attention, making them look toward where the sound came from, and they saw the spirit moving to Summer. Dean kept his eyes on the ghost as she got closer to Summer. He could feel the urge to rush over and attack, but he made himself stay still not wanting to screw up the plan.

As the ghost got closer, Summer felt like her feet were stuck to the ground, she could not run away even if she wanted to. She prayed Sam and Dean would join them soon before the ghost had the chance to do anything.

"Now?" Sam asked.

"Not yet…"

The two girls were standing less than a foot away front each other, and for the first time Summer saw her wearing a white, lacey, ripped nightgown that stopped below her knees, and her tangled brown hair hung below her shoulders. Parts of it hung over her face, hiding her eyes a little. The ghost lifted her left arm up, reaching out for her. Before either of them knew, the ghost was suddenly closer to her. Her pale arm was now touching the side of Summer's right temple, causing her to drop the flashlight, her mouth gapped opened slightly, her eyes wide. She could feel herself become weaker with each passing moment. She fell to her knees, the ghost's hand never leaving her head.

"Now!" Dean yelled running out of the hiding spot. "Hey!"

The ghost turned her head in his direction, her eyes falling upon his shotgun. He pulled the trigger and the rock salt hit her, making her disappear. He lowered his arm and helped Summer to his feet.

She coughed, pointing behind him. "There… she came from over there."

"Are you ok?" Sam asked as he picked up her flashlight and stood beside her, ready to catch her if she lost her balance from the rush of what happened to her.

She nodded. "Yeah," she grabbed her flashlight from his hand and slowly made her way to the direction the ghost came from. The two followed close behind, wondering if it would be easy to tell where exactly she came from.

"Now that's obvious," Dean said staring down at the ground when he saw a round circle with a tombstone near one edge of it. "Un-holy ground..."

"Let's dig her up and burn the bones."

"I'll go get the shovels," Sam said already walking away from them.

Summer looked at Dean and smacked him in the arm.

"What the hell?" he looked at her putting a hand to his arm. "What was that for?"

"Why the hell did you wait so long to help me?"

"If we came out before she made a move, it would have screwed things up."

"So what, you thought it was better to wait when she was killing me?"

"You're still breathing."

She smacked him on the arm again. "I could have died sooner than you thought. You had no idea how fast someone dies in the hands of her."

"Stop smacking me!" he hissed rubbing his arm.

"I'll smack you again if you do something like that in the future."

"Who says you'll be around us in the future?"

"Look out, behind you!" Sam yelled.

Dean turned around quickly, lifting the gun up and shot the ghost again. He faced his brother when she disappeared. Handed Summer the weapon, he grabbed one of the shovels, already sticking it in the ground.

"Time to put a stop to this…" Dean said holding a match, getting ready to toss it in the girl's coffin when Summer stopped him.

"I want to do it. After all, I almost died because of her."

Dean handed her the match, he watched her throw it on top of the bones. Her body erupted in flames seconds later.

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"So, you're really gonna leave?" Sam asked Summer while she stood in front of her car outside the motel.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I have places to go and bones to burn."

Dean chuckled. "Nice, changing the saying, it has a nice ring to it, though."

"Will we see you again?" Sam wondered.

She opened the door to her car, lowering herself inside, closing it afterwards, and then rolled down the window a second later. "With us doing the same type of job… I'm sure of it."

"I'll see you, Summer."

She met Dean's gaze and nodded. "I'll see you…" she then looked over at Sam. "And you. Take care…" she started the engine and backed out of her spot. Sam and Dean watched her drive off and down the road.

"Dean," Sam turned to face him when he walked to their motel room. "Do you think it was smart of us to let her hunt alone?"

"I'm sure she can handle it."

Sam sighed following him inside the room.

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"You took care of that case quicker than I expected," Ellen said to the brothers while setting down two bottles of beer in front of them.

"We had a little help," Sam told her.

"A friend of ours joined us and made it—" Dean started to explain when he was interrupted

"Well, hey there winter," Ash said to the new visitor when he saw the person walk in.

"Ash, stop calling me winter, and I mean it."

The brothers turned their attention to the newcomer when they heard their voice.

"Summer," Sam spoke up first surprised to see her there.

"So, this is how you found out about this case," Dean said a second later turning in his seat to face her better. "Should' a known Ellen gave it to you."

Summer took a seat next to them and set her arms on the counter, staring at them. "And I should have known she would send someone else to help."

"Taking care of a spirit isn't easy, so I figured you could use some help," Ellen said setting down another bottle on the counter. "You three know each other, by the way?"

"We do," Sam nodded. "She helped us a few months ago with other cases, and came on the road with us."

"Why did you go separate ways?"

"Things happened," Dean simply said meeting Summer's gaze.

"Well, I guess that's a story for another time," Ellen said noticing neither of them was going to tell her what exactly happened.

"Yeah, another time," Summer took a sip of her beer before standing up and walked over to Ash who sat at a table near a corner.

Ellen went into the backroom, leaving Sam and Dean at the counter to drink their beers without being bothered.

"I guess we will be seeing Summer a lot more now that we all come to the same place," Sam said drinking some of his beverage.

"Yeah, looks like it…" Dean said while he kept his eyes on Summer, and he saw her look over at him only to look back at Ash a second later.

"You know Dean we could have her join us again. It would be helpful having—"

"No," Dean cut him off quickly looking at him. "Not gonna happen."

"Why? I mean she does the same thing as us, and it looks like she knows a lot more than she did back when she was with us. She could help."

"I said no."

Sam sighed and decided not to press the issue any further.

Dean looked at Summer again for a few moments before looking away and to his drink.

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"Ellen? Jo? Ash?" Sam called out when he and Dean stepped inside the Road House a couple of days later, and saw it seemed too quiet. "Is anyone here?"

"No one here but me," a voice answered startling the brothers, causing them to turn around quickly, and saw Summer sitting at a table with a bottle in front of her and some paper work scattered across the top of the table.

"Where is everyone?" Sam asked walking over to her.

"Ellen and Jo went to get some supplies, and Ash… no clue where he went off to."

"What're you doing here?" Dean asked as he and Sam took a seat at the table.

"Looking over some things for a case I'm gonna do," she told them while writing something on a pad of paper. "What about you?"

"We needed to talk to Ash," Sam replied.

"I'm just gonna ask you," Dean started, finally deciding. "You were under cover, and were supposed to bust us. How did you even get the case?"

She sighed setting the pen on the table while raising her eyes to theirs. "I was wondering when one of you would ask. Someone brought up the case that involved St. Louis. I began doing some research on it to get more of an idea of what happened. When I was getting ready to put the folder back, my boss came up to me and asked me if I wanted to help," she leaned forward, resting her arms on the table, crossing one over the other, still making eye contact with them. "I was confused by that, and then he tells me they had a lead on where you were, or where you were going after he explained they figured out you weren't really dead…"

"How did you know we were at the diner?" Sam asked.

"One of the cops gave me a ride in his car, and we spot a '67 black Impala, so we decided to follow it. When we saw Sam's reflection on the car mirror, we knew we had to follow. We kept our distance not wanting to give you two a hint that you were being followed. He dropped me off—"

"That was you, the car that sped quickly past us?" Dean asked interrupting her.

"Yeah, it was."

Dean nodded. "That answers my question I was gonna ask. Go on."

"Like I said, he dropped me off when we saw you were starting to slow down when the diner came into view. I had to act as if I was just a customer when you two came in. Then, well, you know the rest."

"Why didn't you tell us, or even hint it?" Sam asked.

"I wanted to tell you both so many times, but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to."

"It sure would have saved us the trouble we had if you just told us anyway."

She looked at Dean. "That may be true, but it also would have caused other trouble. We all would have been in a fight about it. I didn't want to fight with everything we all dealt with."

"So you thought it was better to keep it to yourself and let us get arrested, and then find out? Yeah, great plan."

"I didn't let you get arrested, and you know that."

"You sure as hell didn't try to prevent it from happening."

"Dean…" Sam spoke in a way to tell him not to start a fight.

Dean leaned back in his seat, saying nothing.

"No matter what I tried to do to prevent it, we still would have been caught. It was out of my control when I told them I wasn't going to do it."

"You could have warned us," Sam pointed out.

"Yes, I could have, and I wish I did. I'm sorry."

"Sorry isn't gonna fix this, or turn back time," Dean said standing up. "Because of you, we were caught. Now, we have to be even more careful. If you never took the damn case they wouldn't have found us at that woman's place in Kansas and arrest us," he walked away from them and stepped outside, letting the door shut loudly behind him.

"I really am sorry, Sam…"

Sam reached over and placed his hand over hers. "You don't need to apologize to me twice because I know you're sorry."

She glanced at the window and saw Dean standing by his car. "I gotta make this right, and get him to forgive me…"