You hid in the backseat of the Impala with a clear view of your guys' motel room, and you watched as a swat team stormed into the room. The police had already arrested Dean, and now they were going after Sam. But Dean needed someone on the outside to finish the case, and since the police weren't aware that you were with Sam and Dean you were the best option. So, you changed the license plates on the Impala and Dean gave you the keys to her. You watched them bash the door in and after a few minutes drag Sam out in cuffs. It all started with the death of Tony Giles...

TWENTY-FOUR HOURS AGO...

You three stopped into Baltimore to investigate the death of Tony Giles, his neck got silt but there was no evidence at the scene, when they read about his death in the newspaper they wanted to check it out right away. You and Dean were at the patio table reading the paper, while Sam order you all coffee. "Here you guys go." Sam said as he passed each of your coffee.

"Thanks." You smiled as you took a sip of it. "Ah, my good old friend caffeine."

"Anthony Giles." Dean stated as he passed the paper to Sam.

"Who's Anthony Giles?" Sam asked Dean.

"He is a Baltimore lawyer, he was working late at his office when his neck got slit." You shared as Sam started to skim through the article.

"His throat was slit but the room was clean." Sam mumbled as he read the paper. "Huh. No DNA, no prints."

"Keep reading. It gets better." Dean gestured towards the paper as he drank his coffee.

""Security cameras failed to capture footage of the assailant." Sam read.

"So we're thinking either somebody tampered with the tapes..." Dean began.

"Or it's an invisible killer." You finished as you drank more coffee.

"My favorite kind." Dean smirked as he clicked his tongue. "What do you think, wanna check it out?"

You guys decided to visit Karen first to learn more about Tony and what happened to him. "Insurance." Karen sobbed as she held some papers, while you guys sat at her dining room table. "I totally forgot about the insurance."

"We're very sorry to bother you right now, but the company is required to conduct its own investigation." Sam explained in a soothing tone.

"Sure." Karen nodded her head as she looked at Sam.

"Okay, is there anything you remember about the night your husband died?" You asked her.

"Ah, Tony and I were supposed to have dinner. He called and said that he was having computer troubles and that he had to work late. That was it." Karen shared.

"Do you have any idea who could've done this to him?" Sam wondered.

"No. No. It's like I told the police. I-I have no idea." Karen cried.

"Did Tony mention anything unusual to you in the days before his death?" Dean asked her.

"Unusual?" Karen questioned.

"Yeah, like strange." Dean clarified.

"Strange?" Karen questioned.

"You know, Karen, weird. Weird noises, visions, anything like that?" Dean repeated as Sam cleared his throat and gave Dean a look.

"He had a nightmare the day before he died." Karen answered.

"What kind of nightmare?" You asked her.

"Uh, he said that he woke up in the middle of the night, and there was a woman standing at the foot of the bed. He blinked. She was gone. I mean, it was just a nightmare." Karen replied.

"Did he say what she looked like?" Dean asked her.

"What difference does it make what she looked like?" Karen scoffed.

"Uh, it's just, our company is very thorough." You covered for Dean.

"He said she was pale, and she had dark, red eyes." Karen told you guys.

After you guys were done talking to Karen you went to check out Tony's office for clues. Dean picked the lock and led the way into the dark office as you guys ducked under the police tape. Sam closed the door so you wouldn't draw attention."Hey." Sam called your attention to a blood stain on the ground. "Anthony Giles' body was found right about here. "Throat slit so deep, part of his spinal cord was visible.""

"What do you think? Vengeful spirit?" Dean whistled as he looked around the room with his flashlight. "Underline, "vengeful""

"Maybe." You mumbled as you looked around the desk.

"He did see that woman at the foot of his bed." Sam added.

"Look at this." You called them as you noticed a piece of paper on the desk. The paper only had two words repeated over and over, "Dana Shulps."

"Dana Shulps. What's that, a name?" Sam wondered.

"I don't know, but it's everywhere." Dean commented as he looked at other papers on the desk. "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." Dean laughed. As you shined your flashlight on the desk you noticed the imprints off a word that wasn't completely cleaned off. You blew your hot breath on it and it read "Dana Shulps."

"Wow." Sam chuckled. "I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird."

"Maybe Giles knew her." Dean suggested.

"Maybe it's the name of our pale, red-eyed mystery girl." Sam agreed.

"Well...Let's see what we can see." Dean said as you three continued to search through Tony's office.

You spend what felt like hours looking through file after file. "There's not a single mention of a Dana Shulps anywhere. There's not a D. Shulps or any other kind of freaking Shulps." Dean complained.

"Great." Sam grumbled as he sat at the desk working on Tony's computer.

"What do you got?" Dean asked Sam.

"Nothing, no Dana Shulps has ever lived or died in Baltimore in the last fifty years at least." Sam shared.

"So, what now?" You wondered.

"Well, I think I'm pretty close to cracking Giles' password. Maybe there's something in his files." Sam suggested as he continued typing.

"By "close" you mean..." Dean began.

"Thirty minutes maybe." Sam shrugged.

"Awesome." Dean sighed as he looked at his watch. "So, I guess me and Y/N just get to, uh, hang out. That's awesome." Dean sat down and started clicking his tongue loudly and making weird noises and shapes with his mouth. "FFFFTT."

"Dude, seriously." Sam groaned.

"Well, why don't Y/N and I go talk to Karen again, see if she knows anything about this Dana Shulps, huh?" Dean suggested as he got up.

"Alright." You agreed as you got up.

"Great." Sam sighed.

"Keep going, Sparky." Dean smiled and pointed at Sam.

By the time you and Dean got to Karen's house it had become dark Dean knocked on the door but there was no answer. "Karen, you in there?" Dean called through the door. After looking to see if anyone was around Dean decided to pick the lock. The inside of the house was dark and when Dean tried the switch nothing responded. You and Dean went upstairs and walked down the hallway and noticed a door cracked open. As Dean pushed it open you saw Karen's body laying limp on the ground. You two walked in to investigate the body, her throat was slit just like Tony's. "Oh, God." Then you noticed the printer with the same "Dana Shulps" papers laying on it.

"What the hell?" You muttered as you looked at the body. Suddenly you guys heard police sirens and the front door opening, everything happened so fast.

"Sh*t!" Dean growled as he looked at you then the door and the open window behind you.

"Dean what are you thinking?" You asked him as he started forcing you towards the window.

"I'll be fine, finish this case." Dean told you as he put the Impala's keys in your hand and pushed you out the window. You squealed as you landed in the bushes below the window. Then you heard two cops arrest Dean in the bedroom above you. 'Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t' You thought as you were trying to figure out what to do next.

You tried to return to the motel, but that's when you saw them arresting Sam. You remembered what Dean told you. That if you guys ever got separated you needed to go to the first motel in the yellow pages and look for Jim Rockford. So you found the motel and got a room there until the name Jim Rockford and the next morning you decided to get some breakfast and try to figure out the case."I've got some eggs, bacon, toast, with extra bacon and a coffee." The waitress said as she set your food down.

"Thanks." You smiled at her as she walked away. You began eating as you looked back at your paper it just had the word Dana Shulps written on it. "Dana Shulps, Dana Shulps, Dana Shulps, Dana-Dana Shulps. Maybe it's not a name. It might be an angram." You wrote down different variations of the word, but couldn't come up with anything. As your waitress walked by you grabbed her attention. "Could you do me a favor? See if you recognize any of these words-local names, places, anything like that."

"Sure, let me see." The waitress smiled as she sat down next to you. "Well, S-U-P? I don't know about that, but...Ashland is a street name. It's not far from here."

"A street?" You asked her.

You returned to the motel to do some research on Ashland street when you heard a knock on the door. You peeked through the curtains and saw it was Sam waving at you. You unlocked the door and let him in. "Sam, I thought you guys got arrested." You spoke as you hugged him.

"Yeah, well I broke out. I'm glad to see you remembered what Dean taught you." Sam smiled as you two sat down at the table.

"So I did some looking around and I figured out that Dana Shulps isn't a name name, but a street name-" You began.

"Ashland." Sam finished.

"Yeah, but I'm not sure how S-U-P, works into it." You admitted. As you and Sam got to work night fell and you suddenly heard a knock on the door. Sam opened it to reveal an older, blonde woman in a suit. Sam got really tense all of a sudden.

"Who is she?" You asked Sam.

"She was the one who arrested me." Sam said.

"Please I need your help, Dean said you could help me." She pleaded. She told you and Sam what happened and showed you the marks on her wrists. They looked just like the marks on Karen's wrists.

"These showed up after you saw it?" Sam asked her as he examined them.

"Yeah, I guess." She shrugged.

"All right, what exactly did you see?" You asked her.

"Who are you?" She asked you. "You weren't in any of our files on Sam and Dean."

"I'm just a friend." You put simply. "Anyways, continue."

"You know, I must be losing my mind. You're a fugitive. I should be arresting you." She stated.

"All right, well, you know what? You can arrest me later after you live through this. But right now, you got to talk to us. Okay?" Sam asked her as she nodded her head. "Okay. Great. Now, the spirit, what did it look like?"

"She was, um, really pale...and her throat was cut, and her eyes, they were like this deep, dark red. It appeared like she was trying to talk to me, but she couldn't. It was just...a lot of blood." She explained as she sat down on the bed.

"You know what, here. We've been researching every girl who has ever died or gone missing from Ashland street." You suggested as you sat down at the table.

"How did you get those?" She questioned. "Those are from crime scenes and booking photos."

"You have your job. We have ours." Sam smirked.

"Here, can you look through these. See if you recognize anyone." You asked as you handed her a pile of photos. She looked at a couple and froze on one as she looked at you and Sam.

"This is her. I'm sure of it." She stated as she handed you the photo.

"Claire Becker? Twenty-eight years ago." Sam read as he and you looked at the photo. "Disappeared about eight or nine months ago."

"But I don't even know her. Why would she come after me?" She questioned.

"Well, before her death, she was arrested twice for dealing heroin. You ever work narcotics?" You asked her.

"Yeah, Pete and I did before homicide." She nodded.

"You bust her?" You asked as you showed her Claire's booking photo.

"Not that I remember." She shook her head no.

"Says she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland street. Police searched the place, didn't find anything." Sam shared.

"Guess we got to check it out, see if we can find her body." You decided as you and Sam got up.

"What?" She cried.

"Well, we got to salt and burn her bones. It's the only way to put her spirit to rest." Sam explained.

"Of course it is." She shook her head in disbelief.

You guys went to 2911 Ashland street and looked around for Claire's body. "So, what exactly are we looking for?" The detective wondered.

"We'll let you know when we find it." You mumbled as you shined your flashlight around the room. Sam started looking upstairs while you and the detective looked downstairs.

"Help!" You heard her cry from the other side of the floor. You ran over to her, but nothing was there.

"What is it? What happened?" You asked her as you looked around.

"Claire. She was here." She mumbled.

"Did she attack you?" You questioned as you looked her up and down.

"No. No, she was just reaching out to me. She was over there by the window." She explained as she walked up the window and tried to move the metal shelf. "Here, help me move this."

"Gotcha." You nodded as you helped her move the shelf. It revealed the word you guys were looking for all along.

"Our little mystery word." She muttered.

"Sam!" You shouted as you heard footsteps come running.

"What?" He asked as you pointed towards the window he looked at it and followed the light to a shadow behind you that read. "Ashland Sup."

"Now the extra letters make sense." Sam mumbled as he pulled out an EMF reader.

"What is that?" She asked.

"Spirits and certain remains give off electromagnetic frequencies." You explained.

"So, if Claire's body was here, that would indicate that?" She asked.

"Yeah. Well, that's the theory." Sam nodded as he walked up to a stone wall and the EMF reader made noise. Then Sam found something and started bashing through the stone wall. When the hole was big enough he shined a flashlight in it. "Yeah, yeah, there's definitely something in there. You know, this is bothering me."

"Well, you are digging up a corpse." She pointed out.

"No, not that." Sam shook his head. "That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually."

"Then what?" She wondered.

"It's just...I mean, no vengeful spirit we've ever tussled with wanted to be wasted, so why the hell would Claire lead us to her remains?" Sam questioned. "Doesn't make any sense. All right. Here. give me your hand." Sam asked you. You and Sam pulled a body sack out of the hole and laid it on the ground. Sam cut the rope and moved the cloth revealing the corpse of Claire.

"Her wrists." You muttered as you noticed her wrists were bound which matched with the marks on the detective's wrists. "They'd be bruised just like yours." She grabbed a neck hanging around Claire's neck and stared at it.

"That necklace mean something to you?" Sam asked her.

"I've seen it before. It's rare. It was custom-made over on Carson Street. I have one just like it." She revealed as she showed you the same necklace around her neck. "Pete gave it to me."


"Now this all makes perfect sense." Sam realized.

"I'm sorry?" She questioned.

"Yeah, you see, Claire is not a vengeful spirit. She's a death omen." Sam stated.

"A what?" You wondered.

"Claire's not killing anyone. She's trying to warn them. Sometimes spirits, they don't want vengeance. They want justice, which is why she led us here. She want us to know who her killer is. How much do you know about your partner?" Sam asked her.

"Oh, my God." She gasped.

"What?" You questioned.

"About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup. Obviously it was a cop. We never found out who did it. But whoever did it would need someone to fence their product." She explained.

"Somebody like a heroin dealer." Sam put together. "Somebody like Claire." You guys were going to try and find Pete.

You followed the Detective's car in the Impala while Sam rode with her. Sam called you and filled you in on what was going on. Pete had taken Dean from the Jail. As you got there you guys saw Pete about to shoot Dean."Pete! Put the gun down." She shouted as she aimed her gun at Pete.

"Diana? How'd you find me?" Pete asked her.

"I know about Claire." Diana revealed.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Pete lied.

"Put the gun down!" Diana demanded.

"No, I don't think so. You're fast. Pretty sure I'm faster." Pete mocked Diana.

"Why are you doing this?" Diana questioned.

"I didn't do anything, Diana." Pete lied.

"It's a little late for that." Diana stated.

"It wasn't my fault. Claire was gonna turn me in. I had no choice." Pete admitted.

"And Tony? Karen?" Diana asked.

"Same thing." Pete shouted."Tony scrubbed the money. Then he got skittish. And then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything. It was a mess I had to clean it up. I just panicked."

"How many more people are gonna die over this, Pete?" Diana asked him.

"There's a way out. This Dean kid is a friggin' gift. We can pin the whole thing on him. Okay? No trial, nothing. Just one more dead scumbag." Pete explained. You wanted to step in but your gut told you to trust Diana.

"Hey!" Dean shouted as Pete aimed his gun at Dean again.

"No one will question it. Diana, please." Pete pleaded. "I still love you." Pete smiled as Diana lowered her gun. "Thank you. Thank you." Just as Pete was about to shoot Dean Diana shot Pete. Dean quickly rolled out of the and you ran over to get him away from Pete.

"Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you as*." Diana growled as she walked over to Pete. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the ground. Sam tried to intervene but Pete aimed the gun at him.

"Don't do it. Don't do it." Pete warned Sam as he tried to hobble backwards. Pete kept switching his aim between you, Sam, and Dean. Then he aimed at Diana. Suddenly Claire appeared behind Pete, growling at him. Pete froze from fear and Diana shot him again.


As the sun rose you guys watched Diana kneel over Pete, waiting to see what she was going to do. "You doing all right?" Sam asked her.

"Not really." Diana admitted. "The death omen, Claire, what happens to her now?"

"It should be over. She should be at rest." Sam answered.

"So, uh, what now, officer?" Dean asked her.

"Pete did confess to me. He screwed up both your cases royally." I'd say there's a good chance that we can get your cases dismissed. Diana replied.

"You could take care of that for us?" Sam smiled.

"I hope so." Diana nodded. "But the St. Louis murder charges? That's another story. I-I can't help you. Unless I just happened to turn my back and you walked away. I could tell them that the suspects escaped."

"Wait. Are you sure?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah, She's sure, Sam." Dean stated.

"No it's just, you could lose your job over something like that." Sam expressed.

"Look, I just want you guys out there, doing what you do best. Trust me. I'll sleep better at night. Listen, you need to watch your back. They're gonna be looking for Sam and Dean right now. Get out of here. I got to radio this in." Diana warned. You three started walking way towards the Impala.

"Nice lady." Sam smiled as you walked.

"Yeah, for a cop." Dean muttered. "Did she look familiar to you?"

"No. Why?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. It's nothing." Dean mumbled. "Anyway, you guys hungry? I could go for some pea soup."

"Hey Dean! Wait a second." You called as he stopped and you walked up to him and slapped him.

"Owww! What was that for." Dean cried as he held his cheek.

"That was for pushing me out of a two-story window!" You huffed as you walked past them to the car.

"Dang that stings, since when did you get so strong." Dean groaned as he rubbed his cheek. Sam chuckled and followed you to the car. "Hey wait for me!" Dean shouted as he ran after you and Sam.