We got takeaways to eat in the motel room because Dean is feeling hungry and the sandwich didn't last as long as I thought it would. When we get in, I immediately run into the bathroom to get my hair straightened out. I run through tangles until my frizzy hair returns to its original black, sleek state. I tie my tresses with a scrunchie, leaving my shorter fringe to frame my face. Once I am happy with my cleaner appearance, I go back out and stuff my bag full of cosmetics into my duffel.

"Now that I feel more comfortable, let's talk business," I announce to the boys when they stare at me as I exit the bathroom. I reach for the sling bag and get my notes out from the leather bag. "The library didn't have all its archives because they lost some during their move, but they have enough. Throughout the past, there have been several cases of similar murder cases. All men, all stabbed twice but not on the spot."

"What did these people do to become the target of a spirit?" Sam wonders aloud.

"We know that Michael was having an affair with a married woman," Dean recounts. "A good friend of his, went to him when she and her husband hit a rough spot, fell for his charms."

"How do you know that?" I ask.

"We questioned the woman herself," Dean answers. "She admitted to it when we ask if he had any secrets being kept."

"What about the first guy? Was he having an affair, too?"

"Yeah," Dean says. "We went round the neighbourhood asking about the guy. Word has it that he, too, is involved in some scandalous thing with another married woman."

"So this ghost is hunting down men with affairs?" Sam asks incredulously.

I shrug and turn to my food which I had forgotten about. I unwrap my burger and place it carefully on my lap. The table is covered in papers again and the laptop takes up half the table space. Sam and Dean occupy the two chairs so I might as well make myself comfortable on my bed. I pop a chip in my mouth before leafing through my notes again.

"Well, I do have something here that has got to do with affairs," I say through a bite of my burger. "Not a man though. A young girl by the name of Rebecca Moore was killed brutally in her bedroom one night. She found out her mother is seeing somebody else and meddled around. Her mother's lover found out about it and sneaked into her room. He stabbed her in the kidney once and watched her crawl to the door, killing her right when she was about to reach the door."

"So Rebecca is our ghost and she comes for revenge on any guy who is having an affair," Sam guesses. "Do you know where she's buried?"

I hand him the article, and I can't help but ask, "Why do you need to know that?"

"To blaze the bones," Dean says without blinking or looking up from his reading.

"Seriously?" I probably should already know the answer.

Dean looks up at me and says, "Dead serious."

"So we will be digging in a cemetery for a rotten body?"

"Yeah," Dean nods, "And at night, too. We have to avoid getting caught."

I look at Sam for confirmation and his serious eyes say that his brother is telling the truth. I ball up the wrapper of my finished burger and carefully but dramatically place the bowl of chips aside. They are looking at me funny, and I say, "Give me a minute." I lie down on my bed and stare straight up to the ceiling. I don't talk and the room is silent so I know they are still watching my odd behavior.

"Pierce?" Sam speaks up first. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I say, waving my hand airily. "It's not like I'm not about to follow you guys to a grave at night to dig up a body of a 12 year old who was brutally murdered and may be haunting this town. Everything is dandy."

I turn to face them with a hopeless face. "Do you have any beer left?"

"Yeah, why?" Dean asks.

"Because I need to be as drunk as I can get before I go with you to burn Rebecca's bones."

So now we are standing at the grave of little Rebecca Moore whom we are about to dig out. I'm on torch duty, standing like a pole and shining the torch so Sam and Dean can see where they're digging. I feel chills down my spine, I never liked cemeteries. The nighttime darkness and fog make things much, much worse. I try to tune out the cricket sounds and owl howls, I will myself to only listen to the sound of a spade cutting dirt and the grunts the boys make as they toss the soil over.

Sam's spade hits something hollow and Dean climbs out of the six foot deep ditch they created. Sam raises his spade and strikes the hollow ground. A plank breaks and collapses into the grave. Sam wedges his spade in to get the body entirely exposed. I peep into the ditch against my better judgment and swear that I will never sleep in peace again. Inside the coffin is a curled up skeleton with strands of hair stuck on its skull, it is surrounded by shreds of some decomposed fabric which I take is Rebecca's funeral dress.

Dean comes beside me and pours salt onto the skeleton. He then proceeds to pour kerosene over the skeleton. Sam comes to my other side and Dean holds up a lit match. He nudges me and asks, "Any last words to Rebecca?"

I shove him and he chuckles before tossing the matchstick in. We stand and watch as the fire swallows up the remains. As the fire finishes its meal and starts extinguishing, Dean and Sam shovel the dug up dirt into the now empty hole. When they finish, Dean dusts his hands and pack up the things he brought along.

"Come on," Dean says. "Let's go home and get some rest. I'm exhausted."

He doesn't have to tell me twice. I walk as fast as I can while keeping my dignity and pride back to the comforts of the Impala. I reach the car ahead of Dean and Sam and curl up in the backseat. Dean sticks his head through the window nearest to me and smiles cheekily.

"There's nothing funny going on." I glare at him and he grins even wider. Sounds from the back tell me Sam has closed the secret compartment in the boot and we can go now. "Just start the damn car, Dean." I shut my eyes, taking my mind off our night's activities.