Several hours later, Sam had needed to get out the motel room and find Dean, who wasn't answering his cell-phone. Dean had acted strangely and Sam wanted answers; he had been patient enough. So when he walked into the bar and saw Dean with the monster they had been running from, laughing and drinking, he wasn't sure how to approach the pair.

She spotted him first, only her eyes were grey and not yellow. She beckoned him over and Dean turned as she stood saying,

"Sam! I feel like we've known each other for years." She embraced him and he pulled a face at Dean; what the Hell?

"Relax Sammy," Dean assured him, "Have a seat. This is 'Lina."

"Then what was –"

"My sister." Lina answered, interrupting so Sam couldn't finish his description of the ghost of her dead sister.

"But you –"

Dean clapped Sam on the back, cutting him off and instructing him to "Leave it."

Sam settled into a stool and opted for beer instead of whiskey while Dean and Lina caught up on what he gathered to be about fifteen years of distant friendship. They talked about anything besides why she had called until the bar closed for the night. As they stepped outside Dean finally asked,

"So why did you call?"

"You know exactly why I called." She murmured.

"Where are you staying?"

She fumbled in her jacket pocked and pulled out a card for the same motel Sam and Dean were at.

"Will you be alright tonight."

"Yeah, just listen out for a ghost attacking people."

"And if it's you?" Dean ventured. Suddenly Lina became cold. Her features dropped into sadness and she walked away from Sam and Dean.

"What is going on, Dean?" Sam asked, tired of playing games around the situation. Dean started walking and Sam followed, ready to ask until he was answered.

"I met Lina a little after her sister died.

"The ghost." Sam confirmed.

"We didn't know it was her at the time. We burned bones, clothes, dolls, even tried to bless the house. Nothing we did got rid of it. All we really did was piss it off."

"It was attached to Lina." Sam concluded on his own.

"We pulled every string we had, tried every exorcism, bag of voodoo even some alchemy. Nothing got rid of it. Lina isn't stupid, so she knew the more time we spent with her, the less time we spent actually saving people. So we left her with the basics and she hit the road alone, looking for what she calls a cure."

"So why has she called now?"

"There is no cure. We've reached the last resort."

"What's that?"

Dean looked pained, "We have to kill her."

"And you're okay with that?"

"No." Dean said, his pace increasing the same as his agitation.

"Can't you bring her back after it?"

"I'm not exactly itching to try it."

"We've come back –"

"But we've had help." Dean said, stopping not and turning to Sam.

"Couldn't Cas-"

"Sam, no one's going to help her. I've asked. Hell, I've even got someone to show me how to get a defibrillator to work. Do you know how often they actually work though? If we kill Lina, we have to surprise Isobel – which means surprising Lina. We don't get the easy way into this."

"So when she calls, she's calling to die."

"We always knew it would get worse."

"How bad is it?"

"She's not just haunted by the ghost of her sister. Sometimes she's possessed by it. She could put salt around her bed and stop it from going anywhere but if she's called... It's not getting to her in her sleep anymore."

"Then give her one of the necklaces –"

"It's a ghost, not a demon Sam."

"There has to be more options."

"There's not." Dean sighed and took walking to the motel back up.

"You like her, don't you?" Sam concluded, keeping up with Dean.

"We're close enough."

"Then why did you let her go when she walked off before?"

"I'm going to kill her Sam." Dean emphasised, stopping for a second to say this in his face, "Okay, kill her."

"So why are you leaving her alone?"

Dean fixed his jacket violently and turned away from Sam. He didn't try to keep up with his older brother. And they fell back into wordlessness for another evening. It wasn't strained, nothing more needed said.