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 might seem a little OOC in this chapter, sorry about that. Hope you enjoy this!

Dean's anguished scream echoed around the house, he didn't know where in the house Amelia had taken Ange, or if they were even in the house.

"Dean, we'll find her," Sam said, gripping his older brother's arm to stop Dean from doing anything stupid. "You can't light it up either because we don't know if Angie is in the house or not," he added as Dean pulled out his lighter.

"That bitch!" Dean yelled. He hoped to entice Amelia out of hiding, but his words echoed around the empty house. "I'm gonna light you up!"

"Find me first." Amelia's voice echoed eerily around the house and her laughter followed, causing Dean to yell out a string of curses.

"Dean, we will find them, we will, but first we need to research more," Sam said. "Which is what we should've done in the first place and Angie should've never come with us."

"I didn't know this would happen, Sam!" Dean snapped as they gathered their things. Dean dumped his gun in Sam's arms and walked away. "She's got the same stubbornness as Ava did," he added as he kicked open each door searching for his daughter.

"We'll find her Dean," Sam said. But he didn't bother following Dean, as he knew that Dean would end up punching him out of frustration.

Angelina could hear her dad calling out for her, but Amelia's threat to kill her had scared her witless and she didn't even bother crying out. She rubbed her arms trying to keep herself warm, but the breeze coming through the open attic window was freezing. Nothing was helping her with her plight to stay warm.

"W-what do you want with me?" she asked through chattering teeth as soon as she saw Amelia appear. "You can't kill me, I'm not involved with anybody; those two men were my father and uncle,"

"I kill who I want," Amelia snarled. "Now be quiet."

Angelina didn't know what to do. From what she had read (and overheard), Angelina thought that Amelia only went after couples. So she was wondering what had made Amelia change her pattern. Angelina didn't fit Amelia's killing profile, so now she was a bit scared as to what the ghost wanted her for.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean growled. "Where the hell is she?"

"We'll find her Dean," Sam repeated. He felt like he had said those words a thousand times that night. "Wait a minute," he muttered eyes widening.

"What?" Dean asked coming so close to Sam that he was almost in his face. "What?"

"In what I've read about her house and Amelia herself, she was very paranoid. And you know how houses like these always have attics and basements?"

"Sure," Dean replied but he was slowly catching onto what Sam was saying. "You search basement, I search attic?"

"Yeah," Sam answered. "And as soon as you get Angie get out of there, call me and let me know so I can torch the place."

"Ok, stay safe Sammy," Dean said.

"You too," and the brothers parted ways, Sam going into the hallway to find a door and Dean going upstairs.

Angelina couldn't stop staring at Amelia. She was silently standing by the door, her head cocked like a curious puppy, but Angelina knew that she was anything but. Even though there was something curious in Amelia's face, it still held that cold and cruel look.

"W-what do you want with me?" Angelina broke the silence. Amelia whipped around to glare at her, and then she reappeared beside Angelina, making her flinch.

"That is no concern of yours," Amelia hissed, reaching her bony fingers out to grip Angelina's arm. Angelina tried to move but the ghost's grip was like iron and Amelia dragged Angelina all the way to the stairs that led down to the main rooms. She threw Angelina down the stairs causing her to break her arm as she put it out to cushion her fall.

"Angie?" her dad's voice echoed. Angelina heard her dad's voice and screamed for him. "I'm comin' baby, I'm comin'," Dean called.

The attic door burst open to reveal Dean, whose face was contorted with fury and the cliche 'you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us' rang true in that moment. He shot at Amelia and hit her right in the heart, she cried out in pain and disappeared. Dean ran up to Angelina, who was cradling her arm.

"What did she do to you?" he asked softly as he noticed Angelina's arm.

"S-she b-broke i-it," Angelina sobbed. allowing her dad to scoop her up into his arms and run out of the attic.

"It'll be alright," Dean soothed. "Shh." He hated seeing his daughter like this.

"Sam!" Dean bellowed as soon as he had reached the front door.

"Got it!" Sam bellowed back as he raced up the stairs, taking two at a time.

Sam grabbed the kerosene from his bag and sprayed it around the wood floorboards. He lit a match and then threw it onto the floor and jumped through the front door just as the flames burst into life.

"How is she?" Sam panted as he reached the Impala. Dean had safely secured Angelina into the backseat and was gunning the engine with impatience.

"That bitch broke her arm," Dean growled. "We need to get her to a hospital,"

"Alright," Sam said as Dean took off with a squeal of tires and the smell of smoke.

They arrived at the local hospital and Dean picked up Angelina. He walked her into the surprisingly empty Emergency Room.

"What can I do for you?" the nurse at the desk asked.

"She broke her arm and I need you to fix it," Dean demanded.

"Sure thing, follow me," the nurse said, obviously realizing a frantic parent when she saw one. She led them into a room and helped Dean lay Angelina on the bed. "The doctor will be with you shortly,"

"Dean, she'll be fine," Sam said, standing on the opposite side of the bed. Dean had dragged the chair from the corner to the bedside and now sat in it, his hand sliding inside Angelina's good one.

"I know that," Dean said. He had calmed down slightly knowing that Angelina was in safe hands but he still didn't feel right about the doctor.

"I'm Dr. James, what can I do for you?" a man with sandy blonde hair and kind blue eyes asked, coming into the room.

"My daughter broke her arm, she fell down some stairs. Please can you fix it?"

"Of course I can," Dr. James said. "You can stay here if you like," he added when it was clear that neither Sam nor Dean were gonna move from Angelina's side.

"Thank-you," Dean said sounding sincere, it was hard to be polite to doctors given the way he felt about them but he had to consider what his daughter was going through.

Three hours later Angelina's arm was fixed and she was resting comfortably. Dean still hadn't left her side, but Sam had to get food and a coffee for Dean who hadn't asked for food since they arrived. Sam knew that this was very important to Dean if he didn't want to eat. He couldn't believe how overprotective and comforting Dean was to her, given she was his daughter but he hadn't even known her for a month yet.

"How is she?" Sam asked when he walked back into the room. He found Dean sitting in the same position he was three hours ago and Angelina breathing deeply with her eyes closed.

"She's fine, the doc said she should wake up again soon," Dean answered not taking his eyes off his daughter. Sure enough those green eyes fluttered open and Angelina looked around.

"W-what h-happened?" she asked. "W-where am I?" that past day was coming back to her and she shuddered.

"Hey, it's alright sweetie," Dean comforted Angelina who had started shaking. "You're safe and Amelia isn't coming back, you're safe Angie, you're in a hospital."

"Alright?" Angelina, asked looking at her dad. "Is she dead? How did you kill her?"

"I'm sure baby, nothing's going to hurt you again I promise," Dean said. "Yes she's dead, we torched the house, she's not hurting anyone anymore,"