Dean threw his phone down on the bed with a frustrated yell. Sam walked in at that moment.

"What's wrong?" he asked at the sight of his brother and the papers still scattered on the floor.

"I was asleep on the bed and the bitch at reception came up and started kissing me. She pushed me onto the bed and was trying to kiss me but I pushed her off. At that point, I noticed someone was in the room, and I thought it was you, but it was Kerry, and she ran off. I've been trying to phone her but she isn't responding."

Sam frowned slightly, but pulled his phone out to ring Kerry. He knew that even though she was extremely emotional right now, she would answer her phone if she knew it was him ringing. When the phone went onto voice mail, he grew worried and snapped his phone shut.

"She's not answering. Something's not right."

Dean said nothing. His face drew serious and he pushed past Sam and grabbed his keys before slamming the motel room door shut behind him. Sam scooped the papers off the floor and skimmed through them, his eyes widening as he read the hand written note taped to the final page.

Hey guys, I figured it out. We're definitely dealing with a spirit. Leslie Ashby was killed by four schoolmates in 1994. Her mother, Karen killed all four girls by kidnapping and shooting them, one every year on the anniversary. She held them hostage at a small hut in the forest nearby. She would lure each girl into a ravine, then when they were weak, she'd drag them to the hut before torturing and eventually killing them. Karen was eventually caught and was killed by being shot, but it would seem that she was so angry over the death of her daughter that her spirit stayed, and to this day, she still takes a victim as she doesn't realise that she has actually justified her daughter's death.

Sam put the paper down and immediately rang Dean, who answered after just three rings.

"Did you get her?"

"Nope, but I did look at the papers she dropped. Looks like she's even better at her research than I am."

Dean whistled. Better than Sam? That was impressive.

"So, what? You know where we'll find her?"

"Uh-huh. A hut in the forest. It's the 16th today, and I have a horrible feeling that the spirit's next victim is none other than Kerry."

Dean raced back to the motel, and Sam barely had time to get into the car before they were speeding off towards the forest.

"So you're sure she's taken Kerry?" Dean asked.

"Well yeah it makes sense. Kerry was highly emotional at the time, and so would have been attracted to areas with high EMF readings, so she probably ended up being lured there by the spirit. It would explain why she hasn't answered our calls."

Dean went quiet with thought, but his foot pressed down harder on the accelerator.

Kerry woke up and moaned as she felt how light headed she was. Her arms were tied up above her head, and she realised that she was also standing, which made her feel even weaker than she already was. She did a quick sweep of her body and to her relief found that there were no serious injuries, only injuries that she had sustained from the fall. She struggled to try and loosen the bindings on her wrist, but found they were too tight. She dropped her head and sighed, just as the room began to grow cold.

"My, my, are we trying to escape?"

"No, I'm not. In fact I love being trussed up like a turkey so much I thought I'd stay here for a while."

The spirit glowered at her and sent a wave of energy towards her. Kerry yelled as the energy slammed into her drained body, and she slumped slightly, wincing as her bindings cut into her wrist. She watched out of the corner of her eye as the spirit picked a small knife off the counter, and as it turned towards her, she started to struggle again.

"Stay away from me you crazy bitch!"

"Now, I don't appreciate swearing. I always used to tell my daughter off for swearing, but she never listened to me."

She moved forward again, and slowly placed the knife against Kerry's arm before slicing across the smooth skin. Kerry cried out and kicked out at the spirit, sending her backwards.

"Look, I know you were destroyed when your daughter was murdered, and I can understand why you would want to kill those that did it, but they're all dead now! You have no reason to stay anymore!"

The spirit looked saddened for a minute, but then reverted back to her angry self and flew at Kerry, slashing her randomly with the knife. Kerry yelled even more as the spirit then dropped the knife and picked up a stick and started hitting her with it. In the back of her mind, Kerry heard the sound of the impala engine, but she wasn't sure if she heard right suddenly, the spirit hit her right on the side of her head, and all Kerry felt was a burst of pain, and the world around her went black.

Dean and Sam drove through the forest, desperately looking for the hut. Sam suddenly sat up straight and pointed to his left.

"Dean!"

"I got it!"

The car halted and the pair of them flew out, racing to the boot and grabbing a couple of weapons each. Sam also grabbed Kerry's staff, knowing she would probably want it, even if she was in no condition to fight herself. They ran into the hut and started looking around, but just as they reached the final room, the door flew open and the pair of them were sent crashing into the wall behind them. Dean groaned as he sat up, and as he looked, he could see the spirit moving towards Sam, which meant that he was free to race into the other room. Sam nodded to say he could handle the spirit, and so Dean jumped up and launched himself into the other room, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it before he turned back to Kerry. He could see by the way she was standing that she was unconscious. He moved over to her and gently cupped her face.

"Come on Kerry, wake up."

Kerry could hear muffled noises, and then heard something slam. The next thing she knew she could vaguely hear someone coming towards her. She wanted to flinch, but she knew she had no energy to move. She kept her eyes closed, but when something touched the sides of her face, she started thrashing again.

"Kerry! Stop, it's me!"

Kerry stopped moving and her eyes slowly opened. As her vision cleared, she saw Dean standing in front of her, relief flooding his features. She wanted to be happy to see him, but she just couldn't, the sight of him being with the other woman burned in her mind, once more reminding her that it would never happen between them. Dean cut her free and she would have fallen on the floor if he didn't keep his arm round her waist. She held on to him and they moved back into the other room to see Sam being pinned against the wall, the spirit choking him. Dean let go of Kerry and raced forward to save his brother. Kerry slowly made her way to the front door, and eventually slid out, stumbling over towards the car. She remembered from her research that the mother of the girl murdered had never had a burial; she had just been left nearby to rot.

As she started to look around for the corpse, she could hear Sam and Dean fighting, and just as she reached one of the sides, Dean came flying through the window, landing a few meters away from her. Not caring that she was in pain, Kerry ran over to him.

"Dean! You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm just peachy. Eww."

Kerry looked down at his last comment and grinned. It would seem that Dean had found the corpse for her. She gave Dean the salt and lighter, and told him to wait there as she had to draw the spirit out. She called out to Sam who joined them a few seconds later. She moved back to the house and yelled out to the spirit.

"Ok Karen, I won't fight you any more. You can have me."

The spirit appeared in front of her and Kerry gradually stepped back, nearing the corpse, where Dean and Sam were waiting. The spirit grew angry and suddenly lurched forward, grabbing Kerry by the throat.

"NOW!" she called out.

Sam and Dean both threw salt over the corpse, and the spirit froze, giving Kerry a confused look.

"What are you doing to me?"

"Letting you move on so you can be with your daughter." Kerry answered.

Dean dropped the lighter on the corpse, and as the flames encased the body, the sprit screamed, and in a flash, was gone. Kerry sank to the floor and rubbed her throat.

"That was close" she muttered.

Sam moved over to her and helped her up. He then did a quick look at her to determine whether she needed hospital treatment or not.

"Sam, I'm fine. I just want to get back, get patched up and get on the next train home."

Sam looked at her in confusion, but noticed the way Dean's shoulders slumped, and realised the reason she was leaving.

"Kerry…""No, Sam. I'm going home. I can't cope with the heartache anymore. Ring me when you find the thing that came after me. All my notes are in the book that I'll give you. When the time comes, I can come and help, but until then, I'm staying with my dad."

Sam stepped forward and put an arm round her, but she shrugged him off and got into the back seat of the car. She noticed that Dean kept glancing at her in the rear view mirror the whole way back, but she ignored him. When they got back to the motel, she moved into the bathroom to have a shower and patch herself up.

While she was tending to her wounds, she could hear the argument going on between the brothers.

"Forget it Sam. She won't believe me and you know she won't""but you have to tell her Dean! That wasn't what she thought it was! I know that wasn't you Dean!""It was me, but like I said, I pushed the woman off. I couldn't do that to Kerry. I'd never do that to her."

Kerry lowered her eyes and brushed away the tears. She knew he was telling the truth but she still felt hurt. Plus, she genuinely wanted to get home as she knew she wouldn't be strong enough to fight for a while and the last thing she wanted was to end up slowing the guys down. She moved out of the bathroom and deliberately went over to Dean and handed him a needle and thread along with a dressing.

"Hey, I need you to sort the cut on my shoulder out please. I can't reach it."

Dean took the items off her and sent her a thankful smile. She returned it with a soft smile and kissed his cheek.

"I realise I jumped to conclusions back there, and I apologise."

He nodded, and sat down on the bed so that she could sit in between his legs while he sewed her up. Sam was much better at it than he was, but all of them knew that Kerry had been more shaken up than she'd like to admit back there and just needed Dean's comfort at that minute.

They decided to stay at the motel that night, and the following morning, Dean and Sam drove Kerry to the station, and she caught the train home. She received many looks from the other passengers but she ignored them, instead giving the brothers another hug each. Dean held her for slightly longer than Sam, and when he pulled away, he felt reluctant to do so, and he also had to fight the urge to kiss her. She moved onto the train and they stayed on the platform until the train actually left. She sank back in her chair and brushed away a tear. As always, when she was separated from them, she felt as though a part of her was missing and she always cried. A young looking woman sat opposite her and smiled warmly at her. The way her eyes crinkled told Kerry she was older than she looked, but she still looked very young and beautiful. She returned the smile and brushed another tear away with her bandaged hand.

"Are you ok honey?" the woman asked with a soft accent.

"Yeah I'm fine thanks. I just had a bad night last night, and my friends decided it would be best for me to head back home. I can't blame them though, the job they do is very tiring and in my state I'd slow them down, but it's always hard to see them go."

The woman nodded and patted her hand sympathetically. Kerry smiled at her again, and the pair continued to talk, but Kerry was very careful to not mention the guys' real names or anything about their line of work.

When the stop came for her to get off, she turned to say goodbye to the woman, but when she turned, there was no-one there. She looked really confused at that, and the look was still on her face as she greeted her dad at the station.

"What's up pal?" he asked.

"I was just talking to this woman, but she vanished."

Bobby chuckled.

"Don't worry. Not all spirits are bad, and the good ones seem to know when someone needs some support."

Kerry nodded and hugged her dad, both of them being careful of her injuries. Bobby drove them home and Kerry kept thinking about the woman. She felt as though she had seen her somewhere before, but it just didn't add up. It wasn't until much later that night that she suddenly sat up and ran downstairs, where Bobby was sitting on the couch watching the telly.

"What's up Kerry?""I think I know who she was. Where's that photo of john, Mary and the kids?"

Bobby pointed over to the mantle and Kerry ran over to it. The second her eyes landed on Mary's face, she gasped.

"Oh my god. Dad, it was Mary!"

"Well, john loved you like a daughter, and I guess he knew you needed to speak to someone so maybe he asked Mary to talk to you as you would have freaked out if he walked onto the train."

Kerry fell silent and just nodded. She then moved outside and looked up at the sky.

"I don't know if what dad said was right, but thank you guys. It really helped. Now, do me a favour will you and ask your son to get his ass in gear?"

She could've sworn she heard John laugh at that, but put it down to her imagination. She smiled once more and headed back in, deciding to get some sleep.