Mannequin 3: The Reckoning Part 2

Jonny exhaled, his breath visible.

"Come on." Angela rushed.

"What's going on?" Jonny frowned.

"That ghost was trying to kill you for being a dick," Sam replied.

Jonny's brows furrowed. "What?"

"You know what?" Angela said. "You're lucky you are the most suspicious interview of all time. I figured something like this would happen."

Jonny looked at her, clearly confused. "Figured something like what would happen?"

"Buddy, look, we don't have time for the big speech, alright?" Sam replied. "So, brass tacks—Rose is back."

"That's crazy!" Jonny exclaimed.

Angela rolled her eyes. "Look, you're gonna end up like your friends unless you tell me what you did to Rose. Do you want us to help you or not?"

Jonny shook his head. "It was just a stupid joke." He said. "You know, I mean, you—you—you play jokes. We didn't think it was that big of a deal."

Angela narrowed her eyes. "What did you do?"

Jonny sighed, regret evident on his face. "We made Rose think she had a secret admirer. I don't think the girl had ever been asked out in her life." He answered. "Honestly, we just thought she was kind of pathetic…So we knew she'd take the bait. She was so excited." He shook his head. "The poor girl never saw it coming. It was mean, but you know how it is when a group of guys get together. They—they act like jackasses." He justified. "It happened so fast…We didn't mean for it to happen. And then it was too late. It was an accident. Steve said there was only one option. I wish I could take it all back."

Angela shook her head and looked at Jonny in disgust. "Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you do."

"I-I didn't kill her," Jonny said weakly.

Angela squared her shoulder. "Okay. Look me in the eyes and tell me none of it's on you." She replied. Jonny avoided looking at Angela and she scoffed. "Pathetic."

Sam gently pulled Angela away from Jonny. "Look, we're not saying you deserve to die. We can help you."

"How?" Jonny asked, obviously scared.

"You have to tell us where she's buried," Sam replied.

"In the woods, a clearing off Canyon Run Road," Jonny explained. He went to step over the salt line, but Sam stopped him.

"No, no, no, no," Sam said quickly. "You're not going anywhere."

"But I—

"You need to stay inside the salt line until we tell you that you're safe," Sam instructed.

"You just want me to stand here all night?!" Jonny exclaimed.

"Consider it getting off easy." Angela glared.

~/~\~

Ben sat on his bed playing video games on his phone. Dean leaned against the doorway.

"Well, that's ridiculous," Dean commented. "Plants could never kill a zombie."

"You think I'm gonna say, 'I'm sorry'?" Ben asked.

"And why would I think that? Because you lied to get me here?" Dean retorted.

"It was an emergency." Ben defended.

Dean sighed. "A date's not an emergency, Ben."

"It is if it's the third one," Ben replied. "I watch TV. I know what that means."

Dean cleared his throat slightly. "Well, your mom's a grown-up. She gets to go out."

"Why won't you come home?" Ben asked. "Can't you just say, 'I'm sorry' and then come back?"

"I'm sorry. I can't." Dean shook his head.

Ben scoffed. "Can't or won't?"

"Both," Dean admitted.

"So, you hate Mom now?" Ben asked.

"What?" Dean's brows furrowed. "No, come on."

"So it's me," Ben replied.

"Ben, stop it." Dean chastised.

"Whatever I did, I'm sorry," Ben said sincerely.

"Listen to me," Dean said seriously. "You didn't do anything. You understand that? Look, one day you'll, uh…You'll get this when you're older."

Ben rolled his eyes. "Don't talk to me like I'm six."

"Okay, fine." Dean nodded. "It's like this, then. Just 'cause you love someone doesn't mean you should stick around and screw up their lives. So I can't be here."

"You think something will follow you home?" Ben asked.

"No." Dean shook his head. "No, I don't, but, I think my job turns me into somebody that's can't sit at your dinner table. And if I stayed, you'd end up just like me."

"Why do you say it like you're so…Bad?" Ben asked.

"Well, trust me, I'm not someone you want to aim to be," Dean muttered.

"Don't I get a vote?" Ben raised a brow.

"No, you don't," Dean replied. "I'm sorry, Ben. But, you see, this way you got a shot at living whatever light you want. You know, pick one. Pick five. 'Cause with me, there's just one road."

"You're a liar, Dean." Ben accused.

Dean's brows furrowed. "Excuse me?"

"You say family's so important, but—but what do you call people who—who care for you, who love you even when you're a dick?" Ben replied. "You know you're walking out on your family, right?"

Dean looked at Ben dumbstruck. He was speechless…

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Sam was on his cellphone as he and Angela watched Rose's corpse burn. "Alright, it's over. You're safe." He assured. "And, Jonny? Look at this as a new beginning. A lot of chances not to be a jackass."

~/~\~

Sam and Angela were at the crime scene. They saw Jonny's sex doll and Angela called Dean.

"This is Dean's other, other cell, so you must know what to do." Dean's voicemail played.

"Hey, it's not over," Angela said. "Burning the remains didn't stop her. She's got to be hooked to something else. We're gonna head to the sister's now. Call us."

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Sam was rummaging through a box of Rose's things. "So, um, this is it?"

Isabel shrugged. "I gave most of her clothes to the Goodwill. She didn't have much."

Angela noticed the college textbooks on the desk. "Those yours?"

"Yeah." Isabel nodded.

"Are you in school?" Angela asked.

"Mm-hmm, yeah," Isabel replied.

"Where?" Sam cut in.

"Uh, Great Falls." Isabel shrugged.

"So, let me guess…Um, you were at the chem lab and the factory this week." Sam said.

"Well, yeah," Isabel said obviously.

"Did you happen to stop by a bar called McOwen's last night?" Angela asked.

Isabel shrugged. "Everybody from the factory goes there. I stop in maybe three times a week. Why?"

Sam and Angela shared a look. Angela looked at Isabel. "That's it." She murmured. "So, this is all about you…"

"What? What is?" Isabel asked, clearly confused.

"The murders—your coworker, your college janitor," Sam said.

Isabel's eyes widened. "What, you—you think I could do something like that?!"

"No, no, no, no." Angela shook her head. "But—but you're at the center."

"Me? How?" Isabel frowned.

"What are you wearing of Rose's?" Sam asked. "A ring? A bracelet? Her baby teeth in a locket? What?"

Isabel started to back up slightly. "You're scaring me…"

"Just this, please." Sam pressed. "What—what do you have of Rose that you carry with you?"

"I-I'm…" Isabel trailed off.

"What?" Angela asked.

"Well, the only thing I have of hers is a part of me," Isabel replied. "When I was 16, she gave me one of her kidneys."

Angela's brows shot up. "Her kidney?"

"Yeah." Isabel shrugged.

"You're kidding…" Sam sighed.

"Will you please tell me what this is about?" Isabel pleaded.

"Yeah." Angela nodded. "Um…But we need you to come with us."

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Dean looked at Isabel. "So, that the girl with the haunted kidney?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Well, just when you think you seen it all," Dean muttered.

"Right." Angela agreed.

"What do you want to do?" Dean asked. "Can't exactly burn the thing. I mean, she kind of needs it."

"Well, she can't just walk around with it." Angela sighed. "The spirit's attached. It's gonna use her to get close to anyone it wants revenge on. It's not gonna stop killing."

"Okay, so, what are you suggesting, that we cut it out of her?" Dean raised a brow.

Sam scoffed. "And then what? Leave her in a tub of ice with a phone taped to her hand?"

"Maybe we should call Dr. Robert," Dean suggested. "Might have some leads on some non-haunted, black-market replacement kidneys."

Sam's face scrunched up slightly. "He works out of a butcher shop."

"It's pretty clean." Dean shrugged. "You'd be surprised."

"No." Sam shook his head. "I think we have to go hoodoo."

"Hoodoo?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, hoodoo," Sam replied.

"That's more of a band-aid, not really a cure." Dean sighed.

"It buys us a minute." Angela reasoned.

"Alright, Louisiana it is." Dean nodded.

"Voodoo?!" Isabel exclaimed. "What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Actually, it's 'hoodoo'." Dean corrected. "It's a little different."

"Hold on, Isabel," Sam said softly.

"You're not feds," Isabel replied.

"Just let us explain." Angela pleaded.

The Impala started to rev up and Dean turned to look at it. He frowned. "No. No way." He shook his head.

"That's impossible," Isabel said, fear lacing her voice.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" Dean said. "She possesses sex dolls! This—this is not a sex doll!" He complained. The Impala's lights turned on. "Hey, you leave my baby alone! She's got nothing to do with this!" Dean yelled. He frowned when the Impala drove towards them. "Go, go, go, go, go!"

"Okay, here, here, here." Angela ushered Isabel into a car. "Get in."

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled. He stood in front of the store window and shook his head. "I'm so sorry, baby."

The Impala charged at Dean and crashed through the storefront.

"Okay. You alright?" Sam looked at Dean.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." Dean nodded. "You guys?"

"Yeah." Sam and Angela replied in unison.

"Yeah, I'm…" Isabel trailed off. Blood started to pour out of her mouth and she looked down to find a giant glass shard sticking out of her stomach.

"Isabel?" Angela knelt down next to her. "Hey, hey." She soothed. "Hey, hey, hey, hey."

Rose's spirit appeared, and she shook her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this." She said before she went up in flames.

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Angela sat on Bobby's porch, biting her nails slightly. Her mind kept wandering back to the Arachne case, and the fact that she too needed to reflect on the past year. She turned slightly when she heard the front door open. She smiled a small smile when she saw Sam. "Hey." She greeted.

Sam sat down next to her. "Are you okay?" He asked softly.

Angela looked up at him, confused. "Yeah." She shrugged. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because I think you're putting up a front...I mean, you were a little harsh with Johnny," Sam replied bluntly.

"He was a dick," Angela shrugged.

"I won't disagree with you there, but, some of the stuff you said..." Sam sighed. "Look, I just wanna make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine." she lied.

"Angie, we all need to face what happened this past year...even you," Sam replied gently.

"Sometimes it's like you're in my head," Angela muttered. "Fine. I was thinking about the Arachne case, and it just brought back a lot of memories from the past year."

Sam shifted slightly. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"What do you want me to say?" Angela countered. "I mean, when you were soulless, you slept with god knows how many women. And then we had to work a case that was centered around you sleeping with other women. It's just...It's hard, okay?" She explained. "And, I know that if you had your soul at the time, then you never ever would have slept with those women or said the things that you said." She added. "I tell myself, and I tell you that the guy without the soul wasn't really you...But sometimes I don't believe what I say." She admitted.

Sam swallowed thickly. He had to admit, that was a hard pill to swallow. "You're stronger than I could ever be."

Angela looked up at him, her brows furrowed. "What? No way, Sam..."

"It's true," he replied. "You have been through so much crap, a lot of it being my fault. And you have forgiven me each and every time. I can't remember everything from this past year...but you can. And you still manage to forgive me."

"If the situation was reversed you would have forgiven me too," Angela replied.

"Angie, y-you forgave me after Ruby," Sam started. "When I didn't have a soul, I emotionally and physically hurt you, and yet...you forgave me again. And I swear to god, and every diety out there, I'm gonna spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

Angela smiled softly at Sam and rested her head on his shoulder. "You don't have to do that, baby."

Sam wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. "I want to. Because you deserve it."

Angela leaned up and pressed a sweet, loving kiss to his lips. "I love you, Sammy."

Sam smiled back at her. "I love you too," he replied. "In fact..." he trailed off as he stood up. He bent down and swiftly picked Angela up bridal style. "I'm going to show you just how much I love you," he smirked.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for not uploading for a bit...I kind of got obsessed with playing Sims 4 and I finally dug myself out of that hole. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I worked really hard to get the ending just right, and I'm pretty proud of it. Also, I appreciate the feedback y'all have left me! Thank you so much :) Love y'all.

~Emily