Sam's POV

We walked down the college hallway, Dean was so focused on a case that, to me, wasn't really one that he didn't even look at one college girl. He rapt on the door of Dr. Mason. Dr. Mason opened and stared at us. "Dr. Mason?" Dean asked and the man nodded slowly.

"I'm Sam, this is Dean and Christina. We were friends of Angela. We..." I looked over at my two siblings and back at Dr. Mason. "Came to offer our condolences."

Dr. Mason nodded his head solemnly and took a step towards the side. "Please come in." He said motioning to a couple of chairs that sat in front of a large dark wood desk. Christina and I took the chairs while Dean began to scan the walls of books.

"Is that," Christina pointed to a photo album that sat on a small table and Dr. Mason nodded his approval to pick it up. A young woman with long brown hair and smooth features smiled frozen in time on the page.

"She was very beautiful." I said and Dr. Mason nodded.

"Yes she was." He choked. None of us could imagine the pain he was feeling. "You know the child is supposed to bury the parents not the other way around."

I saw Christina and Dean flinch. That phrase alone burned deep in my core as memories of all three of us burring dad not too long ago. "I agree to that." I said but saw Dean looking ashamed over something before looking over at a book.

"This is an unusual book." He said gently grabbed the book from the shelf and showed the cover towards Dr. Mason. I cocked my head slightly as I couldn't place the strange ancient language, or symbols.

"It's Ancient Greek." Dr. Mason said gently taking the book from Dean and traced his finger over the markings. "I teach a course."

"Interesting." Dean said before slowly nodding. "So car accident. That's...that's rough."

Dr. Mason nodded tears were starting to cloud the older man's eyes. "Angie was only a mile away from home when she..." His voice faltered and Dean gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It's gotta be hard. Loosing someone like that." I looked up at him my eyes full of concern as Dean continued to speak. "Sometimes it's like they're st-still around. Almost like you can still sense their presence." I looked over at my sister who's eyes were looking over at Dean as if she could see Dean's struggles by the way her face had fallen. "You ever feel like that?"

"I do as a matter of fact." Dr. Mason said nodding his head slowly. "Is that so wrong?"

"It's perfectly normal, Dr. Mason." I said softly. "Especially with what you're going through."

"You know, I still call her. And the phone rings before I remember that she...Family's everything you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life. Now, I'm lost without her."

"We're very sorry, Dr. Mason." I said all three of us sat in silence each taking a moment to see each other and wonder what life would be like without each other in our lives. Family is everything. I thought as Dr. Mason had asked us to leave, so that he could prepare to teach a class. And we're the only family we have left.

End of Sam's POV

~*DSCWin*~

Christina's POV

"I'm telling you Sam, something is going on here." Dean said from the bathroom of our hotel room. The room was barely big enough for the two queen sized beds and I groaned knowing my two options, sleep in the same bed as a brother or try and convince them to share a bed themselves. And judging by the tension I felt between them, the second option was out of the question.

"Dean, so far you've got a patch of dead grass and nothing else."

"Well, something had to have turned that grave into unholy ground." He said sitting on the edge of the bed closest the door.

"There's no reason for it to be unholy ground. Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash. That's not exactly vengeful spirit material. You heard her father." Sam stated opening his laptop to find us another case, to him an actual case.

"What do you think Christy. You think I'm just blowing smoke?" The pressure was on now. The look I got for both Sam and Dean made my stomach tied up with knots. I hated to be placed on the fence between my brothers who both pulled me to get me on their side.

"I don't think you're blowing smoke, Dean." I said finally and I saw the annoyed look on Sam's face as I spoke. "Maybe Dr. Mason's daughter hid something from him that may have caused her to become very powerful. Maybe she wasn't his perfect little angel. Maybe she had a hidden agenda that she can now fulfill now that she's departed."

"I can't believe you two." Sam said shaking his head. "We never should have bothered him in the first place. I think we should leave tomorrow and head to The Roadhouse."

"So you want to bail, Sam is that it?" Dean snapped making me flinch as I felt the area around him turn cold. "Without figuring out what is going on here?"

"I think I know what's going on here. The only reason I was going along with you this far."

"And what's that?" Dean challenged his eyes narrowing darkly.

"This is about me wanting to visit mom's grave." Dean scoffed before shaking his head. He slowly turned away his hands on the back of his head.

"That's got nothing to do with it." He said but Sam wouldn't let it go and my body tensed preparing itself for a fight.

"You wouldn't step withing a hundred yards of it. So you're making this hunt up so you don't have to think about mom or dad." Dean turned to face Sam again his eyes narrowing his hands clenching. I mentally prepared myself what I would do if Dean swung. Would I jump in front of Sam to protect him, or would I sit and watch it happen? "If you want to take another swing go a head. I'm not going to stop you."

"I'm not going to take this crap." Dean said grabbing his jacket and keys from the table stand.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked as Dean threw his jacket over his shoulders.

"Going to get a drink." He turned to look at me, as I climbed to my feet to follow. "Alone." He walked out of the room and Sam looked up at me. I shook my head couldn't believe what was happening. I knew I was now in the middle of a relationship that spanned more then the year I was with them.

"I'm going after him," I said grabbing my jacket from the bed.

"But he said he wanted to be alone." Sam said grabbing my wrist. "It's best to let him be alone."

"And you wonder why Dean's so uptight." I said tossing my wrist out from his grasp. "Dean's having a hard time and I'm not afraid to find out what that is." I stomped out of the room slamming the door behind me.

~*DSCWin*~

I was an idiot thinking that Dean would be in the closest bar near the hotel. So as I walked through the darkened streets I recognized the sleek form of the impala sitting off the side of the road someone just sitting there in the drivers seat. I glanced both ways of the street before jogging my way across the street. Dean was sipping on a beer when I knocked on the passenger side window before climbing in.

"Thought I said I wanted to be alone." Dean said as I reached for a beer from the small cardboard box with three out of the six holes empty.

"Dean, you're not going to be alone. You can talk to me what's going on." I said Dean watched as I was unsure how to open the bottle when he grabbed it from my hands and popped the lid then handed it back to me. "Thanks." I said before taking a small sip. "Dean, I'm sorry to make you stop."

"I do have to say it was really annoying that you wanted to stay. But it's good. We have this case to worry about now."

We sat in silence as something beeped from Dean's pocket. "What's that?" I asked and felt foolish as he pulled out his cellphone.

"You think you're the only one to do some research?" I looked at him as he read the message that he had received.

"You had Bobby look it up didn't you?" I asked and Dean nodded. "I'm not gonna judge." I said taking a swig from the bottle. "So what's the plan?"

"We sneak into Angela's apartment and see what else we can find on this girl. To see if she is miss goody two shoes."

End of Christina's POV