Back at the Sheriff's station…

Deputy Linus handed a file to Sam, "This is the Garland file." His eyes moved to Angel who was standing a few feet behind the boys, swaying from drinking too much, "Is she… drunk?"

Dean's angry dismissal scared the kid, making him jump, "No."

"Deputy, according to this, Luther Garland's cause of death was physical trauma. What does that mean?"

"The guy died 20 years ago, before my time." He shrugged, "Sorry."

Dean glared as his irritation bubbled up, "Well, then can we talk to the sheriff?"

"Uh…" His eyes grazed the sheriffs office before turning back to the boys, "He's out sick today."

"Right." Dean forced a smile as he passed the kid a card, "If you see him, have him call us. We're staying at the Bluebird."

As Dean turned to walk away, Sam motioned the file, "Mind if I take this?"

After the Deputy shook his head Sam turned and walked out behind Dean, motioning for Angel to follow with a nod of his head.

"Know what? You're awesome." She beamed at the deputy, making him blush, "And kinda cute. Somethin' about a man in uniform, I guess."

"Thanks." He chuckled, his blush deepening, "Um, y -you too. I mean, you're really bea-"

One second later Sam was back in the room shuffling her out in front of him with an annoyed look.

The deputy frowned, "Beautiful…"

Once they were gone, Sheriff Britton sounded on the Deputies intercom, "Who was that?"

"It's uh, those three FBI agents."

"What did they want?"

"A file, Luther Garland's." At the lack of response from his boss the Deputy frowned, "Sheriff?"

Inside Sheriff Britton's office, the Sheriff was teetering on the edge of insanity. His breathing was erratic, as was his heartbeat, and he was currently scratching the hell out of his arm with a steel bristol pad. He put the pad down so he could hurriedly load the pistol on his desk. All the while, looking over his shoulder every five seconds.

They know. They know. They know what you did, and they're gonna make you pay.

Inside Peaceful Pines Assisted Living Home…

The Winchesters walked through the halls of the nursing facility, Angel nearly jumping at every little turn they made or sound she heard. She kept her head down, but her eyes still darted around looking for any threats. When she finally brought her head up she yelped loudly after being frightened by an old lady passing by them in her walker. Angel's hand flew up to her mouth in fear as she catapulted herself into the corner of a wall, nearly collapsing had her brothers not caught each of her arms.

She brushed them off before starting down the hallway again, "This isn't gonna work!" She held up her badge between them, "Come on, these badges are fake. What if we get busted? We could go to jail!"

"Angel, shh!" Sam hurried in front of her and stopped her terrified speed walking, "Calm down. Deep breath, okay? Just remember to take deep breaths." She obliged by attempting to take a couple of deep breaths with him as he kept eye contact, but it did nothing to help calm her, "There. You feel better?" Her eyes widened, terror filling her once again as she furiously shook her head, earning a sigh from her youngest brother, "Just- come on." He turned and led the way, "Everything will be fine."

She absentmindedly started scratching her arm before Dean stopped her, "Don't scratch."

When an orderly passed them, she cowered behind Dean. The stranger looked at her oddly before he passed by them. Dean took a calming breath himself before taking her by the arm and dragging her towards where Sam went. As they walked into a large empty room, the three hunters approached an older gentleman who was sitting down. He looked rather annoyed at the interruption as Sam started the introductions.

"Mr. Garland. Hi, uh, I'm Agent Tyler. This is Agent Perry and Agent Kramer, FBI. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your brother Luther."

He glared between them for a beat, "Let me see some I.D."

Dean smiled, "Sure."

He pulled his ID out, followed by Sam, before sending a warning look to Angel. She did as well, laughing tightly with nerves.

Angel couldnt help the babbling that bubbled up inside her mouth, "Those are real, obviously."

She was trying to fill the overbearing silence that was putting her nerves on even more edge. Sam cleared his throat loudly signaling for her to shut up but she trekked on, offering a nervous and strained smile when the man glance up at her,

"I mean, who would pretend to be an FBI agent, huh? That's just nutty."

Dean chuckled a little tensely before lightly pinching the back of her arm. Angel glared a little in return but snapped her mouth shut. Mr. Garland gave her one more odd look but seemed to buy the FBI Agent story nonetheless.

He handed the badges back, "What do you want to know?"

"Uh, well…" Sam held up the file as the three of them took their seats, "According to this, your brother Luther died of physical trauma."

Mr. Garland scoffed, earning Dean's curiosity, "You don't agree?"

"No, I don't."

"Well, then, what would you call it?"

"Don't matter what an old man thinks…"

"Mr. Garland…" Sam's face softened, "We're just trying to get the truth on your brother. Please."

He studied Sam for a beat before reaching over and taking his brother's ID so he could look at the picture, "Everybody was scared of Luther… They called him a monster. He was too big, too mean-looking. Just too different. Didn't matter he was the kindest man I ever knew. Didn't matter he'd never hurt no one. A lot of people failed Luther. I was one of them. I was a widower with three young 'uns, and I told myself there was nothing I could do."

Dean nodded sadly before taking out the drawing he found at the mill, "Do you recognize this woman?"

"It's Jessie O'Brien." His eyes met Deans, "Her man, Frank, killed Luther."

"How do you know that?"

"Everybody knows. They just don't talk about it." He shook his head in disgust and pain, "Jessie was a receptionist at the mill. She was always real nice to Luther, and he had a crush on her. But Frank didn't like it. And when Jessie went missing, Frank was sure that Luther had done something to her. Turns out the old gal killed herself, but Frank didn't know that. They found Luther with a chain wrapped around his neck. He was dragged up and down the stretch outside that plant till he was past dead."

"And O'Brien was never arrested?"

"I screamed to every cop in town. They didn't want to look into Frank. He was a pillar of the community. My brother was just the town freak."

Sadness filled Angel's eyes, "You must have hated Frank O'Brien."

"I did for a long time, but life's too short for hate, darlin'. And Frank wasn't thinking straight. His wife had vanished, he was terrified. A damn shame he had to put Luther through the same, but… that's fear. It spreads and spreads."

After finishing up their talk with Mr. Garland, the three of them walked outside into the night.

"Okay, well now we know why i have these." Angel held up her arm as they came to a stop at the Impala, "It's road rash."

Dean nodded, "And I'm guessing Luther swallowed some wood chips when he was being dragged down that road."

"Makes sense." Sam frowned as he watched Angel fill with more and more panic, "You're experiencing his death in slow motion."

She started scratching before Dean stopped her, again, "Okay, well not slow enough!"

"Alright." Dean slapped his hands together before looking at Sam, "Whaddaya say we burn some bones and get our sister healthy again?"

"Dean…" Sam's frown deepened, "It won't be that easy."

"No, no, it's be that easy." Panic set in deeper with Angel, "Why wouldn't it be that easy?!"

"Luther was road-hauled." Sam explained, "His body was ripped to pieces. He was probably scattered all over that road. There's no way we're gonna find all the remains."

Dean scoffed as Angel reeled, "You're kidding me."

"Look, we'll just have to figure something else out. Maybe-"

"You know what?" Angels voice was now irate as the panic took over, "Screw this!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean quickly stopped her as she tried to walk away from them, "Angel, stop."

"No! I mean, come on, guys. What are we doing?!"

Sam looked from a worried Dean back to his sister, "We're hunting a ghost."

"A ghost, exactly! Who does that?!"

"Us." Dean answered with a worried frown, "It's kind of our thing."

"Right. And that is exactly why our lives suck! I mean, come on, we hunt monsters! What the hell?! I mean, normal people, they see a monster, and they run. But not us, no, no, no, we- we search out things that want to kill us. Or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people!" The more she spoke, the more freaked out she got and the louder her voice rose, "We… are insane! Oh! And then there's the- the bad diner food and the skeevy motel rooms and the creepy bartenders that have a shrine dedicated to freakin' Yogi Bear in their bedroom closet!" Her crazed eyes met Deans worried ones when he came up in front of her with his hands raised in an attempt to calm her down, "Oh and lets not forget the truck-stop waitress with the bizarre rash! I mean, who wants this life? Can either of you answer that for me?! Huh? Do you guys actually like being stuck in a car together eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so!" She pushed Dean's hands away, "I mean, Dean drives too fast and listens to the same five albums over and over and over again. A-and I sing along, loudly. Not to mention, I'm very bossy and I can be domineering! I'm annoying, I know that. And you!" She reeled on Sam next, "You're gassy! You eat half a burrito, and you get toxic! You know what?" She took a deep breath as both of them stared at her in shock, "You can forget it."

"Ang-" Dean tried to catch her but she dodged him, "Where are you going?"

"Stay away from me, okay? Both of you. Cause I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and- and- and the hellhounds and the crazy angels and ghost sickness and the damn apocalypse! I'm out. I'm done." She quickly took off her heels and threw them to the side, "I quit!"

As she walked away, Dean gaped at her before sending a look to Sam, "Should we go after her?"

"Lets just give her a second." Sam sighed, "She'll come back after she gets some air."

As Angel sped walked away she was soon met by the sound of growling that stopped her. She froze in fear as she slowly turned and was face to face with a terrifying Yorkie Hellhound.

Later on, in the hotel room…

After escaping the jaws of the hellhound in disguise, Angel finally made her way back to the hotel room in hopes of finding her brothers. She needed their help if she was going to get out of this alive. She couldn't think straight by herself, let alone figure a way out of this death sentence. Once Sam finally walked through the door, she had nearly placed an indent into the floor. Relief filled him when he saw her and his shoulders immediately relaxed.

"I looked everywhere for you, Angel. Deans still driving around town. How the hell did you get here?"

"I ran." She hurried over to him and grabbed his arms in terrified desperation, "What're we gonna do, Sammy? I got less than four hours before I bite it." Tears spilled down her cheeks, "I- I'm gonna die."

"Yeah…" He nodded slowly at her, "You are."

His words shocked her. That was literally the last thing she was expecting to hear out of his mouth. Even more confusion hit her when his grip on her arms tightened and an evil smile came over his lips.

"You're going back."

"Back?"

"Downstairs Angel." He shook her as his grip tightened even more, "Hell."

"Sam, stop." She squirmed, "Sam, let me go!"

"It's about damn time, too." Her heartbeat became faster and louder as her chest tightened and her vision blurred, "Truth is…" When he blinked, his eyes were replaced with yellow ones, "You've been a real pain in my ass."

Shock and terror once again hit her like a freight truck as she ripped herself from his grip, "No…" With a small hand gesture, Sam catapulted her against the wall so she was unable to move, "No!" She struggled, her terror now clouded with worry, "You get out of my brother, you evil son of a bitch!"

"No one's possessing me, Angie." Yellow Eyed Sam laughed, "This is what I'm going to become. This is what I want to become." His hands snaked around her throat and grabbed it in a tight vise, "There's nothing you can do about it."

In the beat of the next second, she wasn't being choked out anymore. Sam's eyes were back to normal as he knelt in front of her beckoned her to calm down.

"Hey, hey, hey." His hands rested on her cheeks as his fear filled eyes searched her own, "Come on, Angel. You're okay. Come out of it, you're okay."

Angel gasped in air as her eyes darted around the room in confusion. She slid down the wall, Sam following, as even more tears slid down her cheeks.

"Sammy…" She cried as he took her in his arms, "I- I don't want to die again. I dont- i can't go back, Sam."

"You're not going to." Sam soothed, trying to keep his voice as calm as he could manage, "We're gonna figure this out, okay? I promise." He helped her up, "C'mon. Lets- let's call Dean and let him know you're here."