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.

Thank you to everyone who has been reading and reviewing, I appreciate all the comments I get. Sorry it's been so long, I kinda hurt my finger so it's been hard to write but here's the next chapter, some action in it and I hope you enjoy it.

Angelina excitedly packed her things, she was going to find out exactly what it was her father did and she couldn't wait, even though he had told her it would be dangerous.

"You ready Angie?" Dean asked, poking his head into the bathroom where she was fixing her hair. It was messy, and she seemed to think it needed to be fixed, but Dean swore it looked fine. He would never understand girls -even teenage ones.

"Ready." Angelina came out of the bathroom and followed Sam and Dean into the Impala.

"There's something I don't get though—" Sam started, and Dean mock-gasped.

"Sam doesn't understand something! It's a miracle!"

"Shut up," Sam scowled. "Why would Amelia kill Jessica? It doesn't make any sense because Jessica wasn't dating anyone."

"How do you know she wasn't seeing anyone secretly?" Angelina asked, and Sam turned to face her. "What? She could've been, forbidden love is so romantic."

"Then there would be another dead person," Sam argued, and Dean rolled his eyes at his brother and daughter arguing.

"Not if that person managed to get away or left before Jessica was killed."

"But that would mean that Amelia's killing pattern changed," Sam continued to argue.

"Nah-uh," Angelina shook her head. "It would just mean that she missed whoever was seeing Jessica and may go after him."

"But ghosts usually can't leave the place they died unless they are connected to another place," Sam told her.

"Well he might go back to the last place he was with Jessica, or he might have grabbed something that belonged to Amelia," Angelina said. Sam opened and closed his mouth several times but he realized that she was right. That was the only logical explanation that he could see.

"Awesome!" Dean laughed. "My daughter just beat you in a smartness contest!"

"Smartness?" Sam asked.

"Shut up, I couldn't think of a better name," Dean was still laughing. "But that was awesome, good job Angie. Hardly anyone bets Sam at that game."

"Thanks dad." Angelina grinned at her dad before throwing an apologetic look at her uncle, who just smiled at her. The argument was water under the bridge now -as her mom would say.

"We're here," Sam said as he spotted the apartment, but his eyes narrowed as he saw a shadow move behind the curtains. "I think Angie may have been right about the man coming back to the last place they were."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, but when he saw where Sam was looking his eyes widened. "Stay in the car Angie," he told Angelina, who nodded.

Sam and Dean got out of the car and walked to the apartment. Angelina waited until they had gone inside before she quietly opened the door and stepped outside; there was no way she was missing out on this. She was a good girl, but not all the time—she did break and bend rules occasionally.

Sam and Dean stepped inside the house, only to startle a tall middle-aged man with short sandy blonde hair and grey eyes. The man jumped backwards with a shout.

"Who are you?" he asked, glaring at Sam and Dean. "You are intruding on a very private moment."

"We're trying to save your life," Dean growled. He hated it when people reacted like this.

"Leave me alone," the man said, turning his back on the two brothers and walking down the hallway to a room. He slammed the door shut and Sam and Dean heard a lock click.

"Damnit!" Dean growled, slamming his fist into the wall.

"Dean, we can save him," Sam said, trying to calm down his brother. Before he could say more, however, the room turned cold and he cursed silently.

"She's here," Dean mumbled, cocking his gun and stalking forward like a leopard stalking its prey. "Why do people have to be so damn stupid?"

Sam just shook his head and walked towards the door that had been locked by the mysterious man. He kicked it open and the man stumbled back startled.

"What do you think you are doing?" he asked outraged.

"Look man, you are in serious danger and we are trying to save your life," Sam told him patiently while Dean stood guard.

"Yeah right," the man snorted.

"You're girlfriend died at the hands of a ghost that has come back to kill you because you got away," Sam explained. "This ghost kills couples and because you got away she's going to finish the job now."

Before the man could reply, cackling and shrieking could be heard.

"Sam," Dean called, and Sam nodded knowing exactly what to do.

He pulled out the salt and ran it in a circle around the man. "Stay inside this circle and she cannot touch you," the man scoffed, but Sam said no more and turned towards the door.

Angelina crept towards the back door of the apartment and fiddled with the doorknob until it creaked open. She suddenly felt a chill and rubbed her hands up her arms to create friction to keep herself warm. She tied her hair up in a pony tail and readied herself for whatever she would see, except nothing could prepare her for what she saw.

Standing in front of an open door was a woman with a wild, tangled mess of raven black hair, and even from behind Angelina could see the blood stain on the white nightgown that the woman wore. Angelina knew that if the woman turned around she would see blue eyes that sparkled with hate and looked like ice. On the other side of the woman stood Sam and Dean, both with their guns raised, and Angelina knew that she should've stayed in the car but it was too late now.

She believed in the stuff her father hunted now, her eyes were wide as she took it all in. Her breathing grew rapid and she gripped the wall to stop herself from falling over. She was amazed that the ghost didn't hear her, but it was too focused on whoever else was in the room with her father and uncle.

"Come on," she heard Dean mutter. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and tried to calm down her breathing. "Angie what the hell are you doing?" Dean growled as he caught sight of Angelina, who cringed.

"Dean, we have to kill her before she kills Angie."

"I know Sam."

Angelina sucked in a breath and started to creep back the way she came, but the ghost turned her head at the last moment and her lips pulled back in a snarl as she disappeared.

"No!" Dean screamed as the ghost of Amelia appeared in front of Angelina, causing her to fall down. Dean shot the gun, narrowly missing the ghost who had disappeared at the last minute. Angelina scrambled up and ran towards the door but Amelia appeared again, stopping her from getting out of the house.

"Dean, you go after Amelia, I'll stay with him," Sam said, but as he turned around he heard the glass smash and the man had scrambled out of the house. Sam sighed and decided to look for anything of Amelia's instead.

"Angie!" Dean called, shooting the rock salt again at Amelia who disappeared in a hiss of anger. "Come on," he grabbed Angelina's hand and dragged her to her feet.

"Dean, we're gonna have to torch the house," Sam said, coming up to Dean and Angelina. "I don't know what belongs to Amelia and what belongs to anyone else."

"So be it," Dean muttered, just as Angelina screamed and was ripped from his grasp by Amelia.

"You die," Amelia's voice was a guttural growl and Angelina screamed again. "I kill you."

"Leave her alone," Dean growled, but Amelia disappeared into a room, dragging Angelina along with her. "NO! Damnit!"