Angel nodded slowly, "You're the girl the demon possessed."

"Meg Masters. Nice to finally talk to you when I'm not, you know, choking on my own blood." Meg held up her hands when Angel tensed at her moving closer yet again, "It's okay. Seriously, I'm just a college girl. Sorry, was. I was walking home one night and got jumped by all this smoke. Next thing you know, I'm a prisoner…" She put a hand to her head, "In here. I was awake. I had to watch while she murdered people."

"Meg…" Angel flinched, "I'm sorry we couldn't save you. I really am."

"Oh, yeah? So sorry you had me thrown off a building?"

"It wasn't like that. We thought-"

"No, you didn't think! I kept waiting, praying! I was trapped in there screaming at you! 'Just help me, please!' You're supposed to help people, Angel. Why didn't you help me?"

Tears filled the hunters eyes, "I'm sorry."

Fury flashed in Megs eyes and before Angel could react she was right in her face.

She slapped Angel so hard it knocked her to the ground, "Stop saying you're sorry!"

"Wait, wait!" Meg instantly kicked Angel in the stomach, "Meg, we didn't know! I swear!"

"No… You just attacked. Did you ever think there was a girl in here? No. You just charged in, slashing and burning. You think you're some kind of hero?"

Flashes from her time in the Pit ripped through Angel's mind and had her frantically shaking her head, "Not in the slightest."

When Meg roughly grabbed a hold of Angel's flannel, the hunter noticed her hand had a brand on it.

"You're damn right. Do you have any idea what it's like to be ridden for months by pure evil… while your family has no idea what happened to you?"

"Meg…" Angel swallowed hard, "We did everything we could."

That pissed her off even more and she shoved Angel back down to the ground so she could kick her hard again.

The ghost towered over the hunter menacingly, "It wasn't just me, Angel. I had a sister. A little sister. She worshipped me. You know how little siblings are, right? How they'll do anything for you. She was never the same after I disappeared. She just… she just got lost. And when my body was lying in the morgue beat-up and broken…" Her eyes pierced Angels, "Do you know what that did to her? She killed herself!" Meg kicked her again in the stomach, "Because of you, Angel! Because all you were thinking about was your family, your revenge, and your demons! 50 words of Latin a little sooner, and I'd still be alive. My baby sister would still be alive. That blood is on your hands, Angel!"

"I know." Pain and regret filled Angel, "You're right."

Meg kicked out at her again but as she went to kick again a crowbar sliced through her and she disappeared. Asa stood there huffing and looking down at her worriedly.

He dropped down to help her up, "Are you okay?"

"Oh, you mean after getting my ass handed to me?" She dusted herself off before giving him a pained smile, "Yeah, just peachy."

With Bobby…

The twin girls held Bobby tightly with a hand over his mouth, "Are you scared, Bobby?"

"We were scared, Bobby."

"When the monster came for us… and grabbed us tight."

"And we couldn't even scream. You were right there, Bobby."

"You were in the house."

"You were so close."

Sam was outside searching for Bobby when his breath became visible, "Bobby?"

The twin girls grip became tighter, "You could have saved us, Bobby."

"You walked right past that door."

"The monster had us. And you didn't find us."

"And now they won't find you."

"Bobby! Hold on, Bobby!" When Sam spotted a reflection he hurriedly worked his way up a pile of cars towards Bobby, "I'm coming!"

Sam used a crowbar to pry open the doors to the car where Bobby was being held. The twin girls pushed him backwards and he landed on another car below, bleeding. One of the girls jumped on him. Sam used the crowbar to fight her, while Bobby did the same with the other girl. The twins then disappeared from sight.

Later on in the house…

The five of them were standing around the study discussing the recent events, Dean filled his shotgun with rock salt as Bobby looked on worriedly.

"So…" Sam frowned at his sister, "They're all people we know?"

"Oh, it's more than that." She crossed her arms beside Asa, "They're people we couldn't save coming back trying to get some revenge. Hey, either of you remember Meg having a tattoo when she was alive?"

Dean frowned for a second before shaking his head, "I dont think so."

"She had a mark on her hand. Almost like she was branded by something."

"I did see a brand like mark on Henriksen." Sam nodded, "He didn't have that when he was alive either."

Bobby's eyes snapped between them, "What did it look like?"

Sam took a paper and sketched the mark he saw before handing it over to Angel to compare.

"That's it. That's exactly what she had on her hand."

Bobby's face paled as he started moving around the study collecting things, "I may have seen this before." Static sounded in the room making them all tense, "We got to move." Sam buckled when he tossed a bunch of books his way, "Follow me."

Asa raised a brow, "To where?"

Bobby glared at him for a second, "Some place safe, you idjit."

He picked up some more books before leading the group to the basement. Inside was another room made entirely of iron. It was covered with pentagrams and Devil's traps.

"Bobby…" Sam gaped as he touched the walls, "Is this…"

"Solid iron." A proud look settled on his face, "Completely coated in salt. 100% ghost-proof."

"Wow." Angel smiled, more than impressed, "You built a panic room?"

He shrugged, "I had a weekend off."

Dean stared at the weapons that lined the wall in awe, "Bobby?"

"What?"

Dean grinned, "You're awesome." He stopped and smirked when he caught sight of a poster with a swimsuit model on it, "Oh."

"Alright, none of that." Angel rolled her eyes as she took the gun from him, "If i have to be locked up in a tight space with you four then there will be no ogling the swimsuit models." She motioned to the table and sat down, "Let's get to work."

Later on…

"See…" Dean stopped abruptly from making salt rounds, "This is why I can't get behind God."

Sam eyed him, "What are you talking about?"

"If he doesn't exist, fine. Bad crap happens to good people. That's how it is. There's no rhyme or reason. Just random, horrible, evil- I get it, okay. I can roll with that. But if he is out there, what's wrong with him? Where the hell is he while all these decent people are getting torn to shreds? How does he live with himself? You know, why doesn't he help?"

Angel sighed when she met his eye before turning to Bobby who shook his head, "I ain't touching this one with a 10-foot pole."

Dean looked away in disappointment, "Yeah."

"Found the symbol you two saw. The brand." Bobby said as he looked up from his books and quickly changed the subject, "Its called the Mark of the Witness."

"Witness?" Sam repeated in confusion, "Witness to what?"

"The unnatural." Bobby explained, "None of them died what you'd call ordinary deaths. See, these ghosts, they were forced to rise. They woke up in agony. They were like rabid dogs. It ain't their fault. Someone rose them… on purpose."

Angel scoffed, "Who the hell would do that?"

"Do I look like I know? Whoever it was used a spell so powerful it left a mark, a brand on their souls. Whoever did this had big plans. It's called 'the rising of the witnesses.' It figures into an ancient prophecy."

"Wait, wait." Dean stopped, "What- what book is that prophecy from?"

"Well…" Bobby looked up at him grimly, "The widely distributed version is just for tourists, you know, but long story short- Revelations. This is a sign."

A tense silence stretched before Angel broke it, "A sign of what?"

"The apocalypse."