Several Hours Later
"Gaaaah! This sucks!" Dean cried out, shoving the large tome away from him. "How is this not a simple salt and burn? We find this douchebag…" he picked up Sam's steno pad, "Larry Calvert, and fry his ass."
"According to this," Sam piped up from behind his laptop, "he's buried in Rosewood Cemetery."
"You couldn't have found that hours ago? We could be at some bar, chattin' up some random chick. Do you know how long it's been since I got a piece of a…" he stopped quickly looking at Lex, "a piece of apple pie?"
"Yeah, maybe Fur Pie," Alexis muttered.
"What?! No," he stuttered. Dean pulled himself together. "We're going to the cemetery tonight." He stood up red faced, "Lunch?"
"So, why can't I go again?" Alexis asked, shoving a fry into her mouth.
"Because it's dangerous and you have no training," Sam answered before he was given a glimpse of Dean's chewed up burger.
"Yeah," Dean swallowed, "and because you made the crack about 'Fur Pie'."
"You guys suck. I'm being penalized for being funny?" she grumbled. "How am I going to get training if I never go on a hunt?"
Both men sat dumbfounded. Then, "Because I said so." Dean smiled. "That is so awesome."
Rosewood Cemetery
"Dean, Alexis had a point. We're going to have to bring her sometime."
The elder Winchester gave his brother a look, and then opened the trunk to the Impala. "Dude, she can't even hold a gun… that I know of. Don't you think she should know how to do that before we bring her along?" He handed Sam a sawed off shotgun that was loaded with rock salt, and the duffel bag containing kerosene and salt. "First she learns the basics, then we'll put her life in danger." He grabbed a couple of flashlights and a shovel. "Let's get this over with he said," as he slammed the trunk lid closed.
"Dude, over here," Dean called. He tossed Sam a flashlight and started digging. "Keep an eye out."
Sam propped up the shot gun with one hand, and shined the flashlight around the cemetery with the other. "So when are we going to teach Lex 'the basics'?" He asked after about an hour of digging.
"After this case. Will you… SAMMY! LOOK OUT!"
Sam whirled around quickly, just in time to be knocked backward 20 feet. He bashed his head off of a tombstone.
"Sammy!" Dean bellowed. He broke into the casket quickly, liberally pouring salt and kerosene over the body. With a final glance at the ghost, "See you later Larry," he dropped a Zippo onto the corpse. The ghost vanished.
Dean hauled ass to his brother. "Sammy… Sam! Open your eyes! Look at me!"
Sam's limp form started to stir. "Dude, quit yelling. I can hear you."
The older man gave a half smile, "C'mon Sasquatch. Get up," he hauled Sam to his feet. "Let's get you back to the room. I'm sure you have a concussion."
He swatted Dean away. "Quit hovering… Mom. I'm fine." He swayed a bit on his feet.
"Whoa big fella," he steadied his brother. "Yeah, you're fine."
The next day Alexis rushed to wake her dad up. "Dean! Wake up!"
"What? What's wrong?" his hand wrapped around the hilt of the knife under his pillow.
"Check out the news." She turned up the TV's volume.
"… The body of 4 year old Chase Matthews was found in the stream below Sarah Jane Bridge."
"It can't be a coincidence," Alexis stated turning off the television, "Looks like we burned the wrong guy."
"Looks like."
Later that Morning
"Sarah Jane Caron, daughter of Leslie and Miles Caron. The father died 15 years ago. Leslie is still alive," Sam read from his laptop.
"Is there an address?" Dean asked.
"27315 Collingwood Lane."
"Let's get ready to roll. Lex, you stay here and load the shot gun. You're up tonight. With Sammy's concussion, I can't risk taking him," he paused, "you know how to load one right?"
"Yeah. Sam showed me awhile back."
"Good. Research where Miles Caron is buried. We'll be back."
Caron Household
Dressed neatly in black suits, Dean and Sam stepped onto the large porch. "Ready Sammy?"
"It's Sam," he rapped smartly on the door.
An ash blonde woman in her 60's answered the door. "Can I help you?" she asked almost timidly.
"Leslie Caron?" Dean asked. She nodded. "I'm agent Perry, this is agent Dylan. We have a few questions regarding the disappearances that have occurred lately." He flashed his 'badge'. "May we come in?"
She stepped aside and allowed them to pass. "Thank you," Sam said politely.
She offered the two something to drink and gestured at the love seat, "Please sit down."
As they did Sam asked, "The disappearances over the years, they started with your daughter. Is that correct?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes. It was back in 1973. Sarah Jane was almost 7 months old. Larry Calvert, a known convict in this town, he kidnapped her."
"Well, ma'am," Dean started, "we have evidence to the contrary. It seems when Sarah disappeared, he was in a holding cell in Ogden. Petty theft. The charges were later dropped, and he came home a week later," Dean told the woman, rattling off Sam's research. "He couldn't have taken Sarah."
Sam watched the tremor in Leslie's hands. She seemed to be struggling for words. "Mrs. Caron? Are you alright?"
"It took someone forty years to realize the truth," she whispered. Tears filled her tired blue eyes. "My husband, Miles, was an… angry man. Very jealous. When I became pregnant with Sarah, he became suspicious. Claiming that she wasn't his. Tears freely began to fall. "He came home one night, drunk, and began accusing me of being unfaithful. He started throwing things around. It scared Sarah, and she started crying. He went to the bassinette, screaming at her to 'Shut up'! He picked her up, and began to shake her.
I ran to them, and tried to stop him. But he pushed me down. I hit my head on the edge of the coffee table and blacked out. When I came too, he was sitting in his recliner, smoking a cigarette. I asked where my daughter was. He said, 'I took care of it'. I found out later he threw her tiny, lifeless body off the bridge. Later on, he blamed everything on Larry Calvert. Said he'd kill me if I told anyone." She looked at the hunters, "Guess I don't have to worry about that now."
Sam and Dean walked out of the house, back to the Impala. "That was horrifying," Sam said.
"Yeah. I'm going to burn this guy extra crispy."
Rosewood Cemetery
"That's the most awful thing that I've ever heard," Alexis said a bit tearfully, as Dean finished re-telling Leslie Caron's tale.
"Yeah, I'm going to enjoy burning this guy." He handed Lex a shovel, "Help me dig. The sooner we unbury this dick, the sooner kids stop disappearing."
Laying the flashlight on the headstone, she grabbed the offered shovel. Father and daughter worked in companionable silence. "Alright Lex. Hop out before it gets too deep for you." She nodded and did as she was told.
Dean worked quickly for another 20 minutes, when an ear splitting scream pierced the air. "Lex!" he bellowed as he scrambled out of the hole. To his horror, Alexis was being tossed around. Suddenly, she flew past him, slamming into a tree. Alexis went down almost bonelessly.
"Alexis!" He charged towards her, wielding the sawed off before him, "Lex!"
Her eyes fluttered, "Dad?"
"You with me kid?"
"Dad! Look out!"
Miles' ghost rushed him from the side, sending him hurtling through the air. "Shit," the teenager hissed as she crawled to the open grave. Alexis tore through the green bag holding the salt and kerosene. She poured both contents over the Caron's corpse, and threw a lit book of matches in after.
Caron's ghost let out a howl and burned away. "Dad! Dad, are you okay," she called weakly from where she lay next to the open grave.
Dean sat up and hurried to his daughter. He checked her over, looking for any visible wounds. He tenderly touched a cut above Alexis' eyebrows. "Ouch!" she hissed.
"That'll need a couple of stitches. You okay?"
"Been better," she moaned. Dean helped Alexis to her feet. "Thanks." She took a few steps forward before her knees turned to jell-o. "Oof."
Her father quickly cradled her to his chest, "I got you Sweetheart."
"Thanks Dad," she murmured sleepily into Dean's shoulder. She buried her face into the crook of his neck.
Dean's heart swelled at her words. A flood of emotion overcame him as he carried Alexis back to the Impala. "You're welcome, darlin'."