I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL! IT BELONGS TO ERIC KRIPKE!

I OWN ANGELINA AND ANY OTHER CHARACTERS WHO DON'T BELONG IN THE SERIES.

Thank you to tvj12 for becoming my beta and for everyone else for reviewing. Sorry about being so long since I last updated. I've just been really busy.

Dean and Sam approached the morgue and flashed their FBI badges to the morgue attendant who let them in.

"I don't know why the FBI wants to see the body," the morgue attendant shrugged as he pulled out the body. "Let me know when you're done," he walked away leaving Sam and Dean alone with the body.

"Look Sam, I didn't mean to bite your head off before," Dean said looking at his brother. "It's just that I didn't want to do anything that would scare Angie away from us."

"I know that Dean," Sam said softly. "But it's the first time that we've had a girl tag along with us, let alone one as young as her."

"So ghost?" Dean asked, temporarily changing the subject.

"Yeah, I'm thinking ghost," Sam confirmed and Dean nodded.

"It'll be fine Sammy. We don't need to get an extra room, we're low on cash as it is. We'll just respect her privacy."

"When have you ever respected a girl's privacy Dean?" Sam snorted and Dean scowled.

"She's my daughter, Sam."

"We can give it a try," Sam agreed as the two of them left the body, they went to tell the morgue attendant they were done and then they left. Dean complained that he didn't want to leave Angelina alone for too long. "You're becoming a mother Dean," Sam snickered at the worry his brother showed.

"Am not," Dean scowled as they got into the Impala and he pulled out of the parking space.

Angelina leaned her head against the headboard of the bed and sighed heavily as she watched some comedy show that didn't really grab her interest. She was still trying to figure out how she had believed so easily that the supernatural existed. She had told her dad that she had believed him right away, but she was going to need a bit more proof to be sure. The fact that she read books on it didn't mean anything at all; it only meant she liked reading it.

She heard the lock click and turned her head towards the door, her father and uncle stepped through the door, her father scowling at her uncle who was smirking.

"Hey Angie," Dean smiled when he spotted her.

"Hi Dad," Angelina smiled and Dean felt himself warm inside at the use of the word 'dad.' He didn't think that would happen with anyone, not even Lisa and Ben brought out that feeling in him. Sam was a close second but Angelina was definitely a first.

"Bored?" Sam asked and Angelina nodded. "I thought so," he chuckled. "Which was why I brought these," he pulled out a bag from behind his back and gave it to Angelina.

She opened the bag and looked inside; there was a fresh sketch pad along with pencils as well as a couple of books and DVD's.

"Wow, thanks Uncle Sam!" Angelina exclaimed putting down the bag and hugging the startled-looking Sam.

"That's alright Angie," he said glaring over Angelina's shoulder at Dean who was silently laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking. She pulled away from her Uncle blushing – she couldn't believe she had done that!

"So, any ideas Sammy?" Dean asked once Angelina had settled back down on the bed, She was sorting through the DVD's, trying to choose which one to watch first.

"Well there was this girl Amelia who died twenty years ago. She was killed by her lover when she said she wouldn't run away with him, but he was never convicted as he ran away as soon as he had killed her. There are legends and rumors that she kills every couple that live in the apartment that she died in," Sam said reading off his laptop.

"Creepy," Angelina interjected and both Sam and Dean looked at her, not realizing that she was paying attention to what they were saying.

"It's what we deal with almost every day," Dean told her and she nodded. "Was Amelia cremated or buried?"

"Cremated," Sam sighed. "We'd have to ask around to see if there was anything of hers left over."

"Wouldn't it be in the apartment where that woman was killed if it was left over?" Angelina asked looking at her dad.

"It might be," Dean replied.

"Can I come this time?" Angelina asked, and Dean and Sam exchanged looks.

"I don't think that's a good idea Angie," Sam said hesitantly, he had heard of red-heads and their famous tempers and he didn't want to anger Angelina.

"Please," Angelina pouted, using her best puppy dog face which she knew had always worked on her mother.

"Aw, don't do that Angie," Dean sighed running a hand through his hair. "Fine," he finally caved. "You can come, but you're waiting in the car."

"Fine," Angelina agreed, knowing that was the best deal she was going to get.