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Chapter name borrowed from Rob Zombie.
CHAPTER EIGHT- LIVING DEAD GIRL
Dean pounded heavily on Dr. Mason's door, agitated.
"Dean," Sam pulled him back. "Take it easy, okay?"
Dr. Mason opened the door, starting in surprise when he saw us again.
"You're Angie's friends, right?"
"Dr. Mason," I began gently.
Dean cut me off harshly.
"We need to talk."
…
"You teach Ancient Greek," Dean flung down the paper on which he'd scrawled the symbols.
"Tell me, what are these?"
"I don't understand," Dr. Mason shook his head. "You said this had something to do with Angela."
"It does," Dean tried to smile convincingly. "Please, just humor me."
He looked down at the paper.
"They're part of an ancient divination ritual."
"Used for necromancy, right?" Dean crossed his arms.
"That's right," Dr. Mason nodded.
"See, before we came over here we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves. Apparently, they used rituals like this one for communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life. Full on zombie action."
"Yes," He looked at us confusedly. "I mean, according to the legends. Now, what's all this about?"
Sam and I watched his face.
He didn't seem to be lying.
Dean worked his jaw.
"I think you know."
"Dean." Sam looked at him apprehensively.
He ignored Sam.
"Look, I get it, okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?"
"Dean!" Sam exclaimed, louder now.
Dr. Mason looked at us blankly.
"What are you talking about?"
Dean banged his hand down on the table.
"What's dead should stay dead!"
This was going too far.
"Stop it!" I tugged on Dean's arm.
Dean didn't listen.
"What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore. These things are vicious, they're violent, they're so nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean, come on, haven't you seen Pet Cemetery?"
Dr. Mason placed the chair in front of him.
"You're insane."
"Where is she?"
"Get out of my house."
He dialed the phone.
Dean knocked it out of his hand.
"I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she?"
"Dean! Stop, that's enough! Dean, look!"
Sam grabbed Dean's jacket, pointing to a row of plants by the window.
"See? Beautiful, living plants."
"We're leaving," he told Dr. Mason.
"I'm calling the police," Dr. Mason picked up his phone.
Dean pulled out of Sam's grip, storming out the door.
"Sir, we're so sorry," I looked apologetically at him.
"We won't bother you again."
Dean strode down the steps along the sidewalk, and we hurried after him.
"What the hell is the matter with you, Dean?" Sam demanded.
"Back off," Dean snarled.
"That man is innocent!" Sam spread his arms out. "He didn't deserve that!"
Dean overrode his objections.
"Okay, so she's not here, maybe he's keeping her somewhere else."
"Stop it!" Sam stopped Dean from moving.
"That's enough, okay? Enough!"
Dean shrugged out of his grasp.
"Sam, I know what I'm doing."
"No, you don't. At all." Sam refused to let go. "Dean, I don't scare easy, but man, you're scaring the crap out of me."
He wasn't the only one.
"Don't be overdramatic, Sam."
Sam ignored him.
"You're lucky this turned out to be a real case. Because if it wasn't you would have just found something else to kill."
"Wha-"
He cut across Dean.
"You're on edge, you're erratic- except for when you're hunting, because then you're downright scary. You're tailspinning, man, and you won't let me help you. You won't let anyone help you."
Dean turned away from him.
"I can take care of myself, thanks."
"No, you can't," Sam crossed his arms.
"And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean, no one can."
Dean clenched his fists.
"Sam, if you bring up Dad's death one more time I swear…"
Sam interrupted him.
"Stop. Please, Dean, it's killing you. Please. We've already lost Dad. We've lost Mom. I've lost Jessica. And now I'm going to lose you too?"
"We better get out of here before the cops come."
Sam frowned at Dean.
Dean sighed.
"I hear you, okay? Yeah, I'm being an ass. I'm sorry. But right now we've got a friggin' zombie running around, and we need to figure out how to kill it."
Sam laughed.
"Right?"
Sam shrugged. "Our lives are weird, man."
"You're telling me?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "Come on."
~Supernatural~
"You're upset."
It wasn't a question.
I paced the floor in front of Castiel.
"I just….." I shrugged helplessly.
"It hit a nerve, I guess."
Castiel tilted his head to one side.
"Why?"
I choked on my own words.
"I don't…. I don't like it when people die for no reason."
Before Castiel could say more, Dean and Sam burst into my room.
"Okay," Dean nodded at me.
"Neil definitely brought her back. Now we have to try and find a way to gank her."
"You think silver would work?" Sam dropped his duffle on the bed.
"To an extent," Castiel leant against the door.
"It would adversely affect the girl, but it would not kill her."
"Then what would?" Dean demanded.
"Nailing her into her coffin," Castiel replied.
We paused.
"Uh, thanks, I guess," Dean huffed.
~Supernatural~
We came in time to see Angela almost stab her roommate, Lindsey.
Dean fired the silver bullets and Angela convulsed.
He fired again, right in Angela's chest.
She screamed, bolting out the window.
Dean followed, and we ran to Lindsey.
"Gotcha," Sam helped her up. "I gotcha."
Dean jumped back in through the window.
"Damn, that dead chick can run!"
"So what now?"
Dean swung his head around to me.
"I say we go have a little chat with Neil."
…
Neil was sitting in the dark nervously.
He sprang to his feet when we entered.
"What are you guys doing here?"
"You know," Dean shook his head.
"I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you- you take the cake."
"Okay." Neil eyed us suspiciously. "Who are you guys?"
Dean leant against wall casually.
"You might want to ask Angela that question."
Neil twitched uneasily.
"What?"
"We know what you did," Sam frowned. "The ritual? Everything."
He backed away from us.
"You're crazy."
Dean snorted.
"Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy? When someone's gone they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff."
"Angela killed Matt," Sam crossed his arms. "She tried to kill Lindsey."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Dean stomped over to the other side of the desk, hauling Neil up by his collar.
"Hey! No more crap, Neil. This blood is on your hands. Now we can make this right, but you've gotta tell us where she is. Tell us!"
He shook him for extra emphasis.
Neil paled.
"My house. She's at my house."
Dean let him go, then noticed several potted plants by the window.
They were dead.
He looked at Neil.
"You sure about that?"
Neil nodded apprehensively.
Dean looked past him to a closet.
He raised his voice slightly.
"Listen. It doesn't really matter where she is. There's only one way to stop her. We've got to perform another ritual over her grave, to reverse the one that you did. We're going to need some black root, some scar weed, candles…. it's very complicated, but it'll get the job done. She'll be dead again in a couple of hours. I think you should come with us."
He paused.
"I'm serious, Neil, leave with us. Right now."
"No." Neil moved further away. "No."
Dean leaned in, lowering his voice again.
"Listen to me. Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad."
He looked at us.
"Let's go."
~Supernatural~
We lit the candles around Angela's grave.
"You really think this is going to work?" Sam asked doubtfully.
"No, not really," Dean grunted.
"But it was the only thing I could come up with."
We heard a noise, and they nodded to me.
I stood and pulled my gun out, slowly moving in the direction of the sound.
Some distance away, I froze, whirling around to point the gun at Angela.
"Wait!" She pleaded. "It's not what you think. I didn't ask to be brought back. But it's still me. I'm still a person. Please."
I didn't want to do this.
I'm sorry.
I fired, hitting her square in the forehead.
Angela screamed, snapping her head back.
I sprinted back to the grave.
She tackled me, and I landed hard on the ground.
Angela twisted my head back.
Sam shot at her, startling her back to standing.
Dean fired at her several more times until she fell straight back into the open grave, landing into the empty coffin.
Sam pulled me up, and Dean grabbed a long metal stake, running to the grave.
He slid the last length on his knees, diving into the coffin.
Dean buried the stake in her chest, pinning her in.
Angela shrieked once, then went limp.
Dean pulled back, panting.
"What's dead should stay dead."