A/N: Welcome back! So I was a little less than thrilled with some of my recent chapters, but I'm feeling like this is getting back on track. Hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think:)

Dean and MJ's eyes were fixed on Sam as he turned the laptop around so they could see the police report he was reading.

"Two days before Adrian was killed, this guy James Wettering was found dead outside of his girlfriend's apartment building. He had bled to death, and police determined he had been trying to climb the drain pipe on the outside of the building to access the girlfriend's apartment. He must have fallen and died from internal bleeding from his injuries. Police only found him by chance. They were there on a noise complaint." Sam said turning the computer back around so he could see the screen.

"Loud music?" Dean asked, unconsciously leaning toward Sam.

Sam nodded scrolling through the police report. "Coming from Anna Green's apartment." He looked up at his siblings again, face flush with excitement. "Anna was James' girlfriend. The report concludes that James likely bled out for hours before he died, but couldn't yell for help or move to where he could be seen."

Dean clapped his hands together. "Sounds like the makings of a vengeful spirit to me."

"Girlfriend or ex-girlfriend?" MJ asked. She was already wiping off her hands, in anticipation that they would be hauling ass to Anna's apartment.

Sam was jotting down Anna's address quickly. He shrugged. "Says girlfriend."

Dean pulled out his wallet throwing money on the table and getting up quickly from the booth as Sam closed his laptop and slid it back into his bag.

"Twenty bucks says Anna had just dumped James for slippin' someone else the snake." Dean said before signaling the waitress and asking for a to-go box with a charming smile on his face.

Sam and MJ paused, standing next to the booth, both giving Dean disbelieving looks.

"Really, Dean?" Sam asked of Dean's choice of metaphors.

Dean only shrugged in response as he dumped their food into the Styrofoam containers and made his way to the door.

Anna's apartment was on the third floor of a well maintained, comfortable looking apartment building just outside of the Lincoln city limits. On the drive over, they had decided that Sam would stay in the car and research where James was buried. That way if he was their spirit, they wouldn't waste time with the research after the fact. Dean and MJ were making their way up the final flight of stairs, MJ falling behind slightly despite her efforts to match her much taller brother's strides.

"If this checks out we'll head right to the cemetery and burn this bastard." Dean said over his shoulder as he reached the third floor landing. He waited, hand on the stairwell door, for MJ to catch up. "I'm not gonna wait around for him to kill again. I'm itchin' to end this." He said.

MJ climbed the final step, slightly out of breath. She thought idly about how her new rules had made it impossible for her to run unless Sam was going, too. The result was that she could barely keep up with Dean who did nothing but eat bacon cheeseburgers and drink hard liquor. Dean noticed her slightly irritated expression as she walked through the doorway ahead of him.

"Because I'm awesome." Dean said simply, correctly reading her expression.

MJ scoffed, but otherwise made no response.

Dean frowned as he knocked on the door to 307. The MJ he knew would have had some quick, witty retort. The fact that she had said nothing frustrated him and he had to bite his tongue as he waited for Anna to answer her door.

Dean was ready to break his own rule about not hitting women. They had been invited inside and were seated in the living room across from Anna Green, who could do nothing, it seemed, but cry hysterically. In the few seconds reprieve from sobbing that they seemed to get once every minute or so, all Anna could manage to tell them was what a wonderful, caring, kind person James was and how much she missed him.

Dean realized pretty quickly that if they were ever going to get out of there he would have to skip most of the routine FBI questions they usually opened with in the interest of keeping up appearances. Ten minutes in he went for the important stuff, not really caring at this point if she became suspicious.

Not waiting for a break in the waterworks, Dean talked over Anna's wailing trying not to sound irritated. "Ms. Green, in your police statement you said you didn't know why James would have tried to sneak into your apartment instead of coming to the door."

She nodded in response, blowing her nose loudly.

"Is there any reason he may have thought you wouldn't let him in? Had you two had a fight?"

She paused mid blow, looking over the tissue at Dean. "Of course not." She said, clearly offended at the idea that she and James ever so much as disagreed about anything.

MJ knew right then that Anna was lying. She also knew with certainty that the woman was in denial, and that no matter what Dean said or did, she was not going to admit that James had cheated on her.

Dean took advantage of Anna's break from hysterics to ask another question. "He had a key, right? Why not come to the front door?"

Anna took a shaky breath. "Well, maybe he wanted to surprise me. I would have heard the front door." She said, though MJ could see she seemed less than confident in her statement.

"Well, it sounds like you had your stereo going pretty loud. Seems like he could have surprised you coming in the front door." Dean said confidently. MJ knew he was trying to shake her up, get her to break.

Anna bristled, sitting up a little in her chair as she dabbed at her eyes. "How would he have known the music was so loud from all the way downstairs?" She asked, scowling at him. She gave him a victorious look.

Dean was undeterred by her reasoning. "Do you always listen to your music loud enough to cause the neighbors to call the police?" He pushed.

"I don't know. I didn't realize how loud it was."

"Any particular reason it was so loud that night?"

"No." She snapped.

"Do you remember what you were listening to?" Dean was firing off the next question as soon as she answered the previous one, giving her no time to fabricate answers.

"I don't remember."

"Maybe Beyonce?" He asked.

"I don't know."

"Was James unfaithful, Anna?" Dean practically demanded.

Anna stood quickly, eyes livid, boring into Dean, who remained seated and seemingly at ease in his chair.

"Get out." She said firmly, raising her arm to point at the door.

Dean stood slowly, careful to appear relaxed and unfazed. "Are you sure you and James hadn't had a fight?"

"Now!" Anna insisted, still pointing at the door, her hand shaking slightly.

MJ stood, frustrated. Anna was undoubtedly lying about something, but what if it wasn't about James cheating on her? They had no time for these games. If they were wrong, they needed to know so they could move on.

Dean nodded toward Anna. "Thanks for your time." He said shortly, before gesturing to MJ to lead the way out.

MJ turned away from Anna, but stopped suddenly. A weird sensation had started somewhere behind her navel and seemed to be growing. She felt almost lightheaded at the realization of what she needed to do. She was as determined to try it as she was unsure of whether it could even work. But something in her gut was telling her it would. She turned back toward Anna, taking a hesitant step forward, closing the short distance between them. She ignored Dean's confused look.

They had to know for sure…

Without further hesitation MJ took a deep breath and reached out, closing her right hand around Anna's forearm. The sensation was instant and oddly familiar, despite her only experiencing it one other time. The room tilting, the sudden roaring that filled her ears, even the tightness in her chest, constricting her breathing seemed almost like something she experienced daily. MJ barely had time to register Anna's shocked expression before the room around her went blurry and seemed to disappear. She felt her feet leave the floor as the images flew by in front of her.

Anna opening a door and seeing a man and woman in bed together…Anna driving, fiercely wiping tears from her face as she checked her phone and threw it back down, a look of disgust on her face…Anna talking to the same man outside her apartment building. MJ hadn't realized that the roaring had dulled, but she plainly heard Anna's shout that it was over, before she stormed inside…Anna in her room setting her stereo to repeat, blaring Irreplaceable…the bedroom window open behind Anna, right over the spot where James would have been found…

The room around MJ abruptly reappeared and came slowly back into focus. She realized she was kneeling on the floor, Dean crouched beside her, holding her up, clearly confused and worried. MJ gasped for air as she looked up at Anna, standing in front of her looking equal parts pissed and frightened.

"You okay?" Dean asked MJ, his voice betraying just how scared he was for his sister.

Before MJ could make any response Anna was screaming down at them.

"I don't know who the hell you people are, but you have ten seconds to get out of my fucking house before I call the real cops!" She shouted.

Dean's eyes shot up and the glare he sent Anna's way was enough to make her take a step back.

Dean stood and bent down, scooping MJ up off the floor and carrying her bridal style toward the door. Anna was more than happy to show them out, slamming the door behind them.

MJ rested her head on Dean's shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck, the vision already taking its toll on her physically. She was starting to feel exceptionally weak and there was a dull throbbing in her head growing stronger by the second.

"James is our guy. I saw it." She managed as Dean made his way into the stairwell and back down the stairs, careful not to jostle his sister. MJ was so exhausted that she was oblivious to the tension radiating off of Dean as he held her close to him.

Dean was feeling her full weight by the time he reached the lobby. She was relatively light, but rushing down three flights of stairs with MJ practically passed out in his arms had been no easy feat. Dean thought of putting her down to rest for a moment, but knew Anna had probably called the police as soon as she slammed the door behind them. This thought in mind, he kicked the front door open and made his way outside, grateful beyond words that Sam saw him the moment he emerged and rushed toward them.

"What happened? Is she okay?" He asked, alarmed as he reached them.

Dean's only response was to pass MJ off to his brother and continue moving quickly toward the Impala.

"Shag ass, Sammy. Cops." Dean called, and Sam quickly followed behind Dean, shifting MJ in his arms as they reached the car so he could load her into the backseat.

"Sam." Dean said opening the driver's door.

"I got her." Sam responded, climbing in the car beside MJ, who was awake, but just barely and looked far too pale for her brother's liking. Sam had barely closed the back door behind him when Dean threw the car into gear and sped off. Sam repositioned MJ so she was lying back, her head against the opposite door, his jacket serving as a makeshift pillow beneath her head, her feet resting on his lap. He reached over, putting a hand to her cheek, the other brushing the hair back away from her face. He noticed her skin was cold and clammy. She was looking up at him from under heavy eyelids, her oddly peaceful, unconcerned face contrasting with the emotions radiating off of her brothers. A small smile graced her face. "Dean, what the hell happened in there?" Sam asked again, this time more urgently. He was fairly certain he already knew the answer. He had seen his sister in this state once before, but he hoped he was mistaken.

Dean glanced over his shoulder at MJ and quickly returned his attention to the road before answering in a low growl. "She had another fucking vision." Dean seemed to be taking his anger and frustration out on the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening with the force of his grip.

Sam was taken aback by Dean's tone. He didn't sound worried as much as he sounded…pissed. Sam didn't dwell on it though, returning his attention to MJ. She was shielding her eyes with her hand, despite the fact that the sun was setting and it was not at all bright outside. She turned her head slightly toward the front of the car, her hand still hovering over her eyes. "Dean, I'm sorry." She said quietly. Her voice sounded tired, but not at all contrite.

Sam opened his mouth to tell her she had nothing to be sorry about, when he was cut off by Dean's angry shout.

"Oh, you're sorry, huh? Well, that changes things!" He spat sarcastically, eyes never leaving the road.

"Dean!" Sam admonished, shocked at his brother's response. He looked to MJ to see her reaction and she was wincing, holding her head. This only made Sam angrier at his brother. He was careful not to shout, though, seeing that it was bothering MJ's obviously pounding head. "This isn't her fault. She didn't ask for this." He said evenly, despite the fury boiling just below the surface.

Dean was shaking his head jerkily from side to side before Sam had even finished speaking. "She did it on purpose, Sam!" Dean yelled just as loudly as before. "She grabbed hold of that woman's arm knowing full well what was going to happen!"

"Stop yelling, Dean. You're making her headache worse." Sam said, though without any real heat. Dean's explanation had diminished his anger, replacing it with shock and confusion.

"Well, too bad! She should have thought of that before she decided to play fortuneteller on a whim! Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?" The last part was clearly directed toward MJ.

"Dean, please." She had her eyes screwed up tight against the light, her hands clasped over her ears. "Please stop screaming. If this headache gets any worse I think I might throw up."

"Serves you right." Dean said, but in a much quieter voice. No doubt giving in at least in part to save his Impala from being defiled by vomit. No one spoke a word after that. Sam reached out, taking hold of MJ's hand. She held it tightly as she drifted off to sleep. Dean was driving in no particular direction to put distance between them and Anna's apartment building. Eventually he pulled to the side of a deserted back road and cut the engine.

Dean just sat there, staring straight ahead for a minute or two, his expression unreadable. Sam watched his brother, waiting for him to say something.

"So where is this guy buried?" Dean finally asked, still not turning around. Sam could hear the carefully reigned in anger in Dean's voice.

Sam took a moment before answering, still studying his brother's face. "Malcolm Cemetery. It's about 15 minutes from here…I think. I'm not really positive where we are right now." Sam said quietly, looking out the window at the clearly rural area they had driven to. "But he's not buried."

That got Dean's attention and he whipped his head around to face his brother. "Huh?"

"He's in the Wettering family mausoleum."

"Oh." Dean said, turning back around. "Good. No digging." Dean pulled a map of the state and a flashlight from the glove box. He flipped on the flashlight and began looking over the map. "Should be dark enough soon." He commented.

Sam watched his brother for another moment before asking, "She really touched this woman hoping she would have a vision?" Sam asked, still not really believing it.

Dean nodded, lowering the map. He took a calming breath before answering. "Just out of nowhere. We were halfway out the door and she just – reached out and…" Dean sighed. "Scared the shit out of me, Sam." Dean admitted, shaking his head. "I didn't know what was happening." He added quietly.

"I know." Sam said honestly. All too well, he added silently.

They were silent for a moment, Dean resuming his review of the map. "She asleep?" He asked.

Sam tried to hide his smile. No matter how pissed Dean got, he was still worried about his siblings. Sam knew that Dean's need to take care of MJ and keep her safe was where the anger came from in the first place, so he really couldn't be too hard on Dean for freaking out on her.

"Yeah, she's been out for about twenty minutes." Sam answered. "If it's like last time she should feel a lot better when she wakes up." He added hopefully.

Dean nodded silently, not looking up. "Let's just get this taken care of." He said replacing the map and flashlight in the glove compartment and starting the car.

Sam sighed, sitting back in the seat. He knew from Dean's tone that nothing had really changed. Dean was still pissed as all hell at the stunt MJ had pulled. That added to his already wearing patience at her overall lack of emotion was bound to result in them coming to blows. This was far from settled. The only remaining question was not if, but when it would finally come to a head between them. For now, they had something more pressing to focus on. When this distraction was put to rest…Sam sighed quietly, unconsciously squeezing MJ's hand as she slept on.