Bobby wasn't sure about this but the kid was determined, and Bobby had to admit Josh wasn't a bad shot. It was a simple job an easy haunting that the older man was sure they could work out in a day or so. Wasn't hard in a small town like this to get all the gossip.

"Terrible what happen," The woman frowned eying Josh who was standing off to the side a little ways trying to ignore her interested eyes. "Poor woman hasn't been the same since her husband disappeared and they found his car in the ravine. Now she keeps witnessing all these terrible accidents and poor Hank stabbing himself; she was there for that also. It's like she has a bad cloud hanging over her."

Bobby mentally rolled his eyes. She had no idea. "Thank you for your time ma'am."

"If you don't mind me asking, what does the FBI have to do with such a terrible accident?" She asked before Bobby could step away. Her eyes were shinning and Bobby knew whatever he said would be gossip before they made it to Annabell Hicks house.

"Just tying up loose ends ma'am," Josh stepped forward and gave her a charming smiling and Bobby was stunned. "I'm sure you've heard how hard-nosed the government can be; we've got to cross all those T's and dot all our I's." He took up her hand and patted it slowly and that charming smiling turned a bit secretive and the gossip-harpy leaned in a little bit more. "I hope you'd understand that we're not trying to cause a stir here. Poor Ms Hicks has gone through enough, I'm sure we'd both agree?"

She nodded mutely her cheeks stained with red as Josh smiled once more before placing her hand back down on the counter. "Of course Agent Jones." She was a bit breathless.

Outside Bobby turned to the Kid and gave him a hard look, "Where in the hell did that come from Kid?"

Josh ducked his head and didn't look at Bobby as he mumbled, "It didn't hurt being a bit charming to the female dealers." Before he took off at a brisk walk towards the car. Bobby shook his head, with an act like that no wonder Josh had had a problem.

"Alright," They were walking up the path leading to the Hicks residence. "Let me do all the talking." Josh may have charmed the socks off the town gossip but this was going to take a little more of Bobby's field if Ms Hicks was being haunted by her deceased husband. The Kid nodded his head and fumbled a moment with his ID before settling it in his hands. Bobby knocked sharply on the door twice. It took a few minutes but a haggard woman opened the door a crack.

"Can I help you?" She glanced nervously over her shoulder before giving them a weak smile. Yeah, they were in the right place.

"FBI, ma'am. Agent Harris, Agent Jones." Bobby quickly showed his badge and was proud when Josh didn't fumble with his; he'd practiced enough in the car. "We had a few questions about your husband disappearance." It was straight through, Annabell Hicks gave all the answers Bobby would expect from someone who was being haunted. Yes, strange things had been happening. No, she wasn't sure why. And please it's been a hard few months, could they give her some peace. In the eight months since her husbands 'death,' Bobby was using the term lightly since no body had been found, Annabell Hicks had had five men all suffer terrible accidents right after speaking to her. Three were near-fatal, while the other two had resulted in the death of the men. Bobby had seen a lot of things in his years but he'd never seen the deceased keep possible suitors from having a chance with their still-living loved ones. It was bizarre to say the least.

"She was lying." Josh said simply once they were back in the car.

"Huh?" Bobby hadn't got the impression that Ms Hicks had been lying. "Are you sure?"

"I think she knows what happen to her husband. She seemed full of remorse which is strange since it was an accident she could not have prevented. She was guilty which also makes little since." Josh bit his lip and suddenly didn't look as sure about his observations. Sometimes Bobby felt like Josh was a lot younger than his boys. "I think--I think she may have had something to do with it."

"Where's this coming from?" Bobby had been wondering if maybe being a vessel had changed the man. Holding the awesome power of an angel had to do something to the body. "Kid?" Josh was silent before he shrugged his shoulders and looked out the window not offering any more.

"Damn Harpy." Bobby muttered under his breath barely dodging the knife that was now embedded mere inches from his head. Josh had been right, Annabell had known what happen to her husband, hell she knew a lot more than that. After Paul Hicks had suddenly died in his sleep instead of calling an ambulance or even the police she'd taken his car out to the ravine and let it drive over the edge. Right now Josh was still trying to figure out where exactly she'd buried the body.

"Again," She shouted gleefully and instead of being scared and wanting the ghost to go away Annabell was viewing the spirits protective nature as her husbands way of saying he'd love her til death do they part. "Again!" She demanded this time.

"Psychopathic harpy." Another knife embedded in the wall and Bobby was really hoping that the Kid had had at least an idea of where she'd buried her husband. That last knife was a bit too close for comfort and the dingy table that he was hiding behind wasn't going to last much more. Another kitchen chair and it would be history. He couldn't even shoot the piece of spirit crap; it was hiding behind the woman and even if she was crazy Bobby wasn't shooting her.

"No!" She shouted suddenly and Bobby risked a peak over his cover. "What have you done!" The spirit was turning to ash in front of their eyes as Annabell fell to her knees.

"Well I'll be a monkeys uncle." Bobby muttered, "You did it Kid." He stood up as Josh came running into the room. His shy, proud smile only lasted until his eyes fell on the weeping widow.

He went up to her and put a hand on her shoulder that she twisted violently away from. "He's at peace now."

"You took him away from me!" She hit him weakly but fell to her bottom and stayed there. Josh looked confused; he'd missed Annabell's whole speech about true love never dying.

"I-I'm sorry." He stuttered out. Bobby quickly grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him from the house. They had to make their quick exit now before the cops and fire department showed up.

"She buried him in the back yard." Josh mumbled an hour later. "It was a shallow grave and while it was cold out I guess she hadn't had a problem with a smell, but she planted these obnoxious smelling flowers over him. I smelled them when we were here earlier and I had thought then that it smelled strange.. Like death." Josh snapped his mouth shut.

"You recognized the smell of death?"

"I have become quite acquainted with the smell." Josh hissed between his teeth, "How could she do something like that?"

"People are crazy." Was the only thing Bobby could say to him. Josh didn't say anything else and Bobby knew he hadn't helped.

This time it was Josh twitching with a phone in his hands unsure of what to do; he'd never been the one to reach out before. Dean always called him. The younger man had never said that it would be un-welcomed but Josh wasn't sure. He was very confused and scared. Which felt so stupid all things considered. Without hesitating anymore he quickly pushed the speed dial for Dean.

"Hey," Dean answered on the second ring.

"Hi," Josh had had thousands of things he wanted to say to the man but now he couldn't think of them.

"How are you doing?"

Josh had to bite his tongue, Bobby had already called Dean and told him Josh hadn't been able to handle his first hunt. "I went on a hunt with Bobby." He said needlessly.

"Exciting, huh?" Dean's voice lifted a bit and maybe he didn't know as much as Josh had suspected.

Josh hesitated a moment, "I guess." What was he supposed to say? That it had been terrible and he never wanted to go on another hunt again.

"People doing crazy things is a part of the job. Humans are strange." Dean might not have known that Josh had freaked out a bit or that Bobby had started questioning him about his time as a vessel but the young man could still tell that the hunt had not been everything Josh had thought it would be.

"But," Josh wasn't sure what he was going to try and argue, "What she did.. what happens to her soul?"

It was silent a long time and Josh was sure he'd finally pushed a nerve but then Dean's quiet voice broke over the connection. "Then we'll just have to pray for her." He was stunned a moment.

Josh nodded and then, "Yeah I guess we will."

"C'mon man it was a little bit exciting." He could hear Dean's big toothy grin.

"Yeah," Suddenly Josh's own face was the same. "It was." They talked for a long time about the hunt and the brother's recent job and door. It was nearing eleven and Josh wanted to talk just a little more about his own hunting. "I don't think I'm ready." Josh cut in the middle of Dean's story about a werewolf him and his father had encountered years ago. "I think I need more time to prepare for the horrors a hunter faces with each job." He continued when Dean didn't say anything right away.

"Y'know Josh you don't need to hunt. You're fine doing what you're doing. Readjusting." Dean said softly.

Josh grounded his teeth on the familiar advice; Bobby had tried to tell him the same thing. "I want to help." He'd said as much to Bobby but with more respect. "I sort of remember the hunt you and Castiel went on. I remember how scared and confused he felt. Creatures like that shouldn't exist and since they do someone has to be there to get rid of them. I want to be that person. Now that I know these things exist I cannot imagine going back to a life where I pretend that they don't."

There was another long pause from Dean's end of the connection before, "I understand that." Josh let out a sigh of relief it was a much better response than Bobby's 'Think about it.' Though he hadn't said as much to Bobby. "I couldn't give up this not if I wanted to, not if someone wanted me to."

"No one?" Josh didn't know what he was doing. Dean and him didn't talk about Castiel, not like that. Maybe in passing Josh would make a reference to his days as a vessel. Like he just did, but he'd never asked Dean about the angel.

"I'd give it up for him, I'd do anything for him." Dean quickly changed the subject and Josh only had a moment to wonder if he'd ever heard Dean say Castiel aloud since that last time Josh and the angel had been one. "Sam's starting to bitch a lot."

"Oh," Josh knew a rant was coming.

"Yeah, he doesn't want to do the jobs, just close doors." Dean huffed, "I've been thinking about telling him about Michael and the--the order he gave me. But he's going to be pissed that I didn't say anything before."

"If it will help him understand why you've made the choices you have you should tell him." Josh supplied.

"Yeah I know, but I don't know how Sam's going to react to being ordered around." Dean lapsed into silence and Josh was content with waiting for him to continue. "They weren't really orders." A sigh, "But Mike is right; we can't ignore people who need us." Sometimes Josh didn't even have to talk. Dead did most of the talking and before either of them knew it the younger man would work out whatever was bothering him.

Josh found himself nodding again belatedly realizing that Dean couldn't see this gesture either. "I agree."

Dean laughed it was a carefree sound, one that made Josh smile, "I know you do. Y'know thanks for always listening to me bitch."

"I don't mind. I--I fe--" Josh was cut off by Dean's soft,

"Holy shit." Josh thought it was highly inapproiate. "I gotta go." Dean's end went dead and Josh was left staring at the phone.

So I may have abused the word 'harpy' but we can all see Bobby saying it.. hehe. I know the whole 'vessel was a drug user' is a little over done. I like my cliches, but that wasn't all Josh was and I do have a whole little story to him that we'll learn about. I mean just from the few times he's mentioned his dad we know he had a happy childhood. Like I said at the end of Healing Faith there be no vessel!slash here. So I do wonder what Mr Josh was going to say.. hmm.

I know it was an awkward end but the next chapter can't be broken up so I had to leave it like that. Which that chapter is already written it's just a matter of finding time to type it up.

Always a huge thank you! to all of you! You make it worth agonizing over where to go with this.. Not that I don't know where I'm going. I do. I actually have a lot of the later chapters written up. :D