Most of this is from the show but I did make some changes. Please enjoy!

Dean's POV

Christina and I had spent the entire night and most of the morning talking when we both came up with the idea to head to Angela's apartment to find out more about Angela. I was happy Bobby was willing to help out with finding Angela's address and Christina was more then willing to help enter the room.

"Why not use the key?" She asked holding a keyring with her finger. I raised an eyebrow and she smiled. "Sorry it was just sitting on Dr. Mason's desk. I couldn't help myself."

"You'll be needing to explain yourself." I said taking the keys off her finger and unlocked the door.

"What's there to explain?" She asked before I raised a finger to my lips as we walked inside.

The apartment was nice, a small sitting room off to the side while a hallway lead to three doors. Two of them were opened, on leading to the bathroom while one was a bedroom. I nodded my head as we both looked carefully trying to figure out more about Angela. I picked a picture frame with three people staring frozen the girl in the middle was Angela. Then something moved behind me. I quickly turned around to see another girl with long wavy hair that framed her face staring at me.

"OH my god!" She screamed making me place the picture on the table my hands up trying to calm her down. She saw Christina running out of the kitchen area. "Who the hell are you, two?" She screamed but before I could say anything she ducked back into the opened bedroom and slammed the door shut.

"Wait!" I screamed trying to open the door. I could hear buttons being pushed and I froze. "Wait! Hold on!

"I'm calling 9-1-1."

"Dean, we could make a break for it."

"Shush." I hissed something popped in my head I could only pray it would work. "We're Angela's Cousins." I didn't hear anything for a minute until I heard the phone being set down. But the door didn't open.

"What?" The girl's voice traveled through the door. Christina gave me a 'don't screw this up' look before I sighed again.
"Yeah, Uncle Mason sent us over to uh pick up her stuff. My name's Alan and I'm with my sister Sue. Alan and Sue Stanwick."

I bit my lip praying I was pulling it off until the door opened and the girl slowly peered outside of the room tears starting to stream down her face. "Sorry, but her dad didn't say that you were coming."

I held up the keys and gave a weak nervous chuckle. "How else would we have gotten the key to this place?"

"I'm Lindsey. Lindsey Smith."

"Glad to meet you Lindsey." We shook her hands as she lead us to the livingroom and set down. As soon as she did her more loud sobs escaped. Christina jumped from the couch and grabbed some tissues and handed the box to me.

"Thank you." She sniffed wiping the corner of the tissue across her tear stained cheeks.

"So Lindsey you must have seen Angela do things not even her family knew about." I felt my foot being smashed by my sister who continued to look over at Lindsey.

"Yeah," Lindsey said forcing a smile blowing her nose on another tissue.

"What was she like?" Christina said blocking my attempt to pinch her side as revenge for stomping on my foot.

Lindsey's eyes had lit up with praise. "She was great." I felt disappointed as she was a broken record. "I mean, she was really great. Just-"

"Great?" I answered and Lindsey nodded.

"Yes she was." She squealed as she started to sob once more. She grabbed more tissues.

"You two must have been very close." Christina said seeing my discomfort. I'm glad I have a sister so that I don't have to deal with all this chick flick stuff.

"We were." Lindsey sniffed and looked up to the ceiling forcing the tears to stop. "But it's not just her," we both leaned in closer wondering who she was about to say. "It's Matt."

"Who?" I glanced over at Christina and I realized my mistake.

"Angela's boyfriend."

"Oh, right. What about him."

"He killed himself last night. He had cut his own throat. Who does that?"
"That's...terrible." I glanced over at Christina who was now glaring at me. She had the same 'bitch' face Sam had but hers was much more prominent.

"He was taking Angela's death pretty hard and I guess...I mean he was really messed up for days."

"Messed up how?" I asked suddenly very interested.

"He kept saying he was seeing her everywhere."

"Well, that's normal when you loose someone." Christina said. "I mean, with everything that he had gone through."

"No," Lindsey had stopped crying and was now serious. "He said he saw her. As in, an acid trip or something."

"Were Angela and Matt a happy couple?" I asked trying to learn more and Lindsey looked at us confused as to where we were heading for. "I mean, was there any reason that Angela would be angry with him?"

"What? No, of course not, why do you ask?"

"Just asking." I saw a small smile on Christina's face. "Where did Matt live?"

End of Dean's POV

~*DSCWin*~

Christina's POV

"I can't believe you." I said as I subconsciously unlocked Matt's front door.

"What did I do?" Dean asked defensively as we quickly entered the dwelling since there was police tape still surrounding the house.

"You're the most insensitive guy I met! I mean, Lindsey just lost two friends and you were acting like 'Oh I'm sorry for your loss but tell me where you got your cute shoes?'"

"I never thought that." He said defensively as we walked into the livingroom. The couch was still covered with blood. "I don't care about shoes or anything else."

"I was just making a point." I said looking over a few items that sat on the coffee table. I mentally noted the several empty beer bottles on the table and the blood streak on the television.

"Hey check this out." I looked over at Dean and saw him with a small piece of newspaper with the headline that said 'Car accident takes young teen's life'. "I guess Matt was miserable."

"Yeah, so miserable he didn't water the plants of feed his fish." I said looking around at all the death that was scattered through the house.
"Dead plants," Dean mumbled looking around and his eyes lit up happily. "Dead goldfish...I think my imaginary case just turned into a real one."

"Should we go tell Sam?" I asked and Dean nodded. That's when I noticed a pink notebook in his back pocket. Very carefully I gripped the corner and slid it out as he snuck outside the door with me following behind as I stuffed the book into my back pocket.

~*DSCWin*~

"So you think Sam's gonna be worried about us?" I asked as Dean pulled the hotel key form his jacket pocket.

"Nah. I think he just sat on his computer looking up another case."

I thought for a second before saying, "Just as long as he has pants on." and Dean looked at me wondering why I would say that. But as we neared the door I felt my stomach fall as Dean's face lit up.

"Coming up next on the Skin Channel," the slow talking soft spoken woman made my stomach flip as I knew what that meant. "Casa Erotica four. The tell of two Latin beauties..."

I had to bite my lip hard to stop myself from laughing as Sam became jumpy as he quickly turned off the television before trying to act all cool.

"Hey." He said his cheeks turning pink. I turned my back to block the tears that were filling up with tears from having to hold back the laughter. "What?"

"Awkward." I took a deep breath before turning around pushing past Dean and jumped in to lay down. I took out the pink book, Dean had swiped and began to read Angela Mason's diary.

"Where in the Hell were you two?" He asked looking between me and Dean.

"Working on our Imaginary case."

"Yeah, and?"

"Well, you were right. We didn't find much." Sam's face fell sympathetic looking and I rolled my eyes as Dean just shrugged and continued. "Except that Angela's boyfriend died last night, after he slit his own throat. But you know that's normal." I groaned softly as Dean kept rubbing in the case into Sam's face. "Uh...let's see what else. Oh he was seeing Angela everywhere before he died. But you know I might be just making things up." He noticed the pink book he had taken in my hands.

"Okay, I get it. I'm sorry for not believing you. Maybe there is something going on after all." I was so happy they had finally worked out their difference before I saw Dean open his mouth again.

"Maybe?" Dammit I thought too soon. "Sam, we know how to do this job. Despite what you might think."

"Okay," Sam shrugged. "Let's go check this guy's apartment."

"We just came from there. And just like the cemetery, there were dead plants. Hell even his goldfish was dead."

"So, unholy ground?" Sam asked making Dean smile.

"Maybe. But I'm still not getting that powerful angry spirit vibe from Angela."

"But I've been reading this." I said crossing my legs at the ankles. "And I have to say those romance novels I found in the glove compartment the other day," eying Dean who's cheeks turned a soft pink, "doesn't hold a candle to this."

"You stole the girl's diary?" Sam asked me but I shook my head and Dean raised a embarrassed finger. "So what do we do?"

"Keep digging talk to her friend." Dean said glaring at me as I continued to read.

"You get a name?"

"Don't need one." I said closing the book and holding it up. "Because this, my sweet adorable brothers, is her best friend. A friend who knows all her secrets and pains."

End of Christina's POV