Dean's POV

I slowed my car down a few houses away from where this kid Neil Watson lived. The house was modest. Maybe something he inherited by parents. "So what do we know about this kid?" I asked as the three of us just sat there staring at the house just making sure he was still there.

"He was friends with Angela and Matt." Christina said as we all climbed out of the car.

"Okay." I lead the way towards the house. I gave a hard tap on the front door and we waited for a few seconds until we saw a boy about early twenties with brown hair and he looked at all of us confused.

"May I help you three?" He asked.

"Mr. Neil Watson?" Sam asked and Neil nodded.

"I'm Dean, this is Sam and Christina. We work at the college as grief counselors. May we come in?" Neil nodded and we walked in.

"I didn't realize the college employed grief counselors." Neil said as we walked into the livingroom.

"Oh, yeah. You know you talk we listen. Or maybe we throw in a little therapeutic collage, what ever starts the healing." Neil slowly nodded before rubbing the back of his head he was obvious nervous about something.

"Well, I think I'm okay. Thanks." We all looked at each other before we started to ask the questions.

"You heard what happened to Matt Harrison, right?" Sam asked and Neil nodded solemnly.

"Yeah I did."

"Well, we just wanted to come by to make sure you're doing okay." Christina chimed in. "I mean it's tough when you loose your friend Angela and now you lost another friend last night."

"Look, I don't want any misunderstanding. I really am sorry for what happened to Matt. But if he killed himself it wasn't because of grief."

"Then why?" I asked.

"It was guilt." Neil answered matter of fact. "Angie's death was Matt's fault and he knew it."

"How was it Matt's responsible?" Sam asked trying to connect the dots that even I couldn't really follow.

"Well, she really loved that guy. But the night of the accident she walked in on him with another girl." We all nodded as finally all the dots were connected. "She was really torn up, that's why she crashed the car." He glanced over towards the grandfather clock that sat in the corner then back at us. "Look I gotta get ready for work. So...thanks for your concern but...I'm good. I'm serious." I turned to look over at Sam with the look of 'told ya so' and we all walked out of the house and made our way back to the car.

End of Dean's POV

Sam's POV

I couldn't believe that this was a case after all. Dean was nearly skipping as we walked to the car. "Well, that vengeful spirit theory's starting to make a little more sense. I mean, Hell hath no fury-"

"So if Angela got her revenge on Matt, you think it's over?" I asked and Dean shrugged.

"Well, there's one way to be sure." We climbed back into the car and Dean turned the engine over making the car purr with excitement.

"Yeah? What's that?" I asked and I saw a familiar twinkle in my brother's eyes.

"Burn the bones."

I couldn't keep the laugh from escaping my mouth. "Burn the bones?" Dean nodded. "Are you high?" Dean was thinking before pulling away from the curb. "Angela died last week!"

"So?" He asked with a glance to me.

"So, there's not gonna be bones. There's gonna be a ripe, rotting body in the coffin."

"What's the difference?" Christina asked making me turn to look at her. "Her bones need to be burned. So skin, hair and clothes isn't gonna be any difference. Yeah it's gonna stink but it's our life."

"Exactly." Dean said as we stopped at a diner just a few blocks away from the Cemetery. "Since when are you afraid to get dirty, Sammy?" I growled.

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Sweat was falling from mine and Dean's face as we inched closer and closer towards Angela's casket. The only light we had was from a flashlight in which our sister peered down. "I can help one of your finish, if you want."

We looked up at her our faces smeared with dirt. "Now that we're almost done you just now ask to move the last two inches of dirt?"

"I asked earlier." She said evenly hopping down in between me and Dean. It was almost comical, thinking about what people would see if they were to walk up. I knew they would see the tops of mine and Dean's head but for our sister they'd have to be at the very edge to see her as she was a good foot shorter then the two of us. "Shut up." She hissed grabbing the shovel from Dean who hopped out of the hole to get the supplies ready to salt and burn Angela's body.

Our shovels started to make loud thunking noises as we now arrived at Angela's casket after another fifteen minutes of digging. "Alright let's open it up!" Dean said as Christina and I tossed the shovels out of the way and Christina and I both grabbed hold of the lid, while Dean stood ready with the salt and kerosene. "On three." Dean said. "One." We bent down low our fingers making sure there wasn't any locks in the way. "Two. Three!"

We lifted the lid and Dean was tilting the salt in his hands but stopped before he wasted the salt. All three of our eyes were wide with surprise as we stared into the empty casket of Angela Mason.

End of Sam's POV