Dean's POV

I bent down to see if the distance was playing tricks on me. But it wasn't, Angela's body wasn't in the casket. "I don't get it." Sam said as we stood scratching our heads. "I thought they buried her four days ago."

"They did." Christina said wiping her forehead with the back of her hand smearing mud across her skin. "I mean, that's what that graveyard guy said. He said he was the one that took control of the whole funeral."

"And you believe a guy in a suit?" I asked moving my flashlight between Sam and Christina but Sam wasn't looking up at me. He was staring at the inside of the casket.

"Dean bring that light over here." I pointed the light towards where Sam was pointing and I saw it. A strange symbol was carved in the wood on the paneling of the casket and there was something familiar about that marking.

"I've seen that symbol before." I said getting down to my knees to get a better look. "I know I've seen that symbol before."

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How could he do that? How could he bring her back like that? What's dead so stay dead. I thought with anger as we made our way through the empty college hallway to Dr. Mason's office door.

"Dean, take it easy. Okay?" Sam said as I had pounded the door my eyes close and my face, I was pretty sure was red.

Dr. Mason's face appeared in the opened door and I just wanted to punch him, right then and there. But his face was full of confusion so I stopped myself. "You're Angie's friends, right?"

"Dr. Mason..." Sam started softly but I couldn't handle it anymore the power keg that was my attitude was about to burst.

"We need to talk." I growled my eyes dangerous and Dr. Mason could see that.

"Well, come on in." he stammered and I pushed myself inside while my other two siblings gently walked in.

"You teach Ancient Greek, correct?" I started before Dr. Mason could sit down, but he nodded and I unfolded a piece of paper I had sketched the symbol on. "Tell us...What are these?"

"I don't understand." he said looking between me and my siblings to the symbols on the paper. "What has this got do with Angela?"

"Everything." I growled. "Now humor me. Please."

Dr. Mason took the paper from my hands before he placed his thick glasses on his face. "They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual."

"Like in Necromancy?" I asked.

"That's right." Dr. Mason said. I saw my siblings sitting there unsure of what I was going to do next.

"See, before we came here we did a little homework ourselves. "Apparently they used rituals like this one to communicate with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life. Full-On Zombie action."

"It could happen. At least according to legends." Dr. Mason could see my face was serious and looked back at Sam and Christina hoping they could help him understand what I was saying. "Now, what's all this about?"

"I think you know." I pressed taking a swaggering step towards Dr. Mason.

"Dean." Sam interjected but I ignored him.

"Look I feel ya, man." I said walking closer to Dr. Mason who was trying to move his chair back. "There's people I would give anything to see again. Hell to even talk to. But what makes you so special that you go and destroy their soul just to full fill your selfish needs."

"Dean!" Sam gripped my shoulder but I shrugged him off.

"What are you talking about?" Dr. Mason was scared.

"What's dead should stay dead!" I snapped leaning on the desk.

"What?!"

"Dean! Stop it!" It was Christina's shrill pleas that made me glare at her making her take a step back.

"What you brought back, Dr. Mason." I said turning back to Dr. Mason. "It's not your daughter anymore. The creature you brought back, they're violent, they're nasty and they rot the ground around them. Come on have you seen Pet Sematary?"

"You're insane." Dr. Mason growled getting more courage.

"Where is she?" I snapped pushing items off his desk and gripped the front of Dr. Mason's shirt picking him up.

"Dean stop it!" My arm was being pulled on by Christina who was only making me grip Dr. Mason's shirt harder.

"Get out of my office!" Dr. Mason screamed grabbing my hands and pried my fingers off his front. I was then pulled back and Dr. Mason grabbed his cellphone and started to dial numbers. I quickly knocked it out of his hands.

"I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she?!"

"Dean! Stop that's enough!" Sam turned me around and pointed to some flowers that were sitting next to the window. "See Dean. Beautiful living plants." He turned to look at Dr. Mason who was bending down to pick up his cellphone. "We're leaving."

"I'm calling the police." Dr. Mason said. I knocked Sam's hands off my shoulders before I stormed out of the office.

End of Dean's POV

Christina's POV

"Sorry to have bothered you." Sam said to Dr. Mason who had his thumb hovering over the call button of his cellphone. "Come on." He gripped my wrist and pulled me out the door. Dean was stomping his way towards the car at the end of the walkway when Sam and I reached him.

"Dean what the hell is wrong with you?" I screamed running and stopping in front of him. He stopped for a second before slamming his shoulder into my chest as he walked past. I felt the tears filling up my eyes as I did it again, only this time I was pushing him making him stop.

"Back off." He yelled threatening to slam into me again when Sam gripped his shoulders.

"Dean, Dr. Mason was innocent." Sam said finally releasing Dean. "He didn't deserve that tongue lashing you just did."

"Fine," Dean said throwing up his hands in defeat. "She wasn't there. Maybe he's keeping her somewhere else."

I had enough. My opened hand slapped Dean across the face before I gripped his jacket and pulled him closer so I was staring into his eyes, sadly I was on my tiptoes as I did it. "Stop it Dean! That's enough! You need to cool down."

"I know what I'm doing, Christy." He said gripping my hands and tried to pry my fingers off his jacket. But I held firm.

"No you don't, Dean." I said. "Not anymore. I'm just as surprised that her body was gone and that there's a resurrection symbol on her casket. But when you go around pointing the finger of blame it's down right scary."

"Don't be over dramatic, Christy."

"I'm not being over dramatic, Dean." I saw Sam even nodding his head a little and I shook my head letting go of Dean's jacket. "You know I'm not the one being over dramatic. It's you. Yes this is a real case and for that I'm damn happy about it. Because if it wasn't I'm pretty sure you would drag us out to God knows where to find something else to kill."

"What?" Dean asked confused.

"You're on the edge, Dean." Sam answered letting go of Dean. "You're erratic- except when you're hunting, because then you're down right frightening. You're tail-spinning out of control. You're going to crash if you don't talk but you don't ever want to talk. You won't let any of us help you out."

"I can take care of myself, you two." Dean grumbled.

"No you can't." Sam stated and I took a step away from them covering my mouth with my hand as I was trying my hardest to keep myself from crying as there was too much anger between the two. "You're the only one that think you have to fight this on your own. That's not the Winchester way. You have us. You don't have to do this alone. Dean, nobody can."

"Dean, you need to understand that you're not the only one that's suffering. You're killing yourself to prove yourself worth it," Dean turned to look at me shaking as I spoke. "We all lost dad, mom and Jessica. We moved on from them. Not entirely but enough to put one foot in front of the other. If we lost you I don't know what we'd do. You're important Dean. We all are."

"We better go before the cops get here." Sam and I frowned at him as he walked away towards the Impala. "Look I get it. I'm being an Ass. We can discuss this more later but right now we have a freakin' Zombie running around and we need to figure out how to kill it. Right?"

"Our lives are weird." Sam mentioned as we climbed into the car.

"You're telling me." I said quietly as I rubbed my chest gingerly.

End of Christina's POV

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Sam's POV

I poured over dad's journal once we got back to the hotel. Trying to find everything there had to do with zombies. But I was getting several different answers.

"We can't just waste it with a head shot?" Dean asked as he paced back and forth.

"You've been watching too many Romero flicks." I said and Christina chuckled as she poured herself through Angela's diary.

"You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em?"

"Dean, there's over a hundred different legends or stories on the walking dead." Dean sat down next to me on the bed and peered over my shoulder. "Some say, set them on fire. There's...one second were is it." I scanned the list until I pointed to one that stood out to me. "Feed their hearts to wild dogs."

"I doubt that one would work." Christina said looking up from the diary. "I mean, Angela was a healthy girl and was an organ donor. So if someone needed a heart they got Angela's."

"Is there anything they all have in common?" Dean asked after shooting Christina a look.

"No. But a few of them said silver might work." I said.

"Well, it's a start." Dean said slapping his legs as he stood up.

"Yeah, it's a start," I said looking at him like he had gone insane. "Where do we find Angela?"

"Well, my guess who ever brought her back has her. It wasn't her dad. Anyone else that might want her back?"

"Neil." Christina said standing up the diary still opened.

"Neil?" I asked.

"Yep." She said. "And this proves it." She cleared her throat as she began to read aloud in the diary. "'Neil's a real shoulder to cry on. He so understands what I'm going through with Matt.' I mean I could go on it's gets really sappy in a few more lines. About how he's been there for her. That's sort of bathroom stall stuff."

"That doesn't prove he brought her back." I said closing dad's journal.

"Well, he was Dr. Mason's TA." Christina closing the diary and waving it back and forth. "He has access to all of Dr. Mason's books." I was looking with skepticism before we decided to head over to Neil's for proof that Angela was there.

End of Sam's POV