Episode: Season 2 Episode 4

Part: 3

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~

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~Graveyard~

"They buried the body four days ago."

"I don't get it." Sam shown a light in the coffin, seeing a carving into the inside of the coffin. "Look."

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"I'm not sure."

"I've seen these kind of symbols before." (M/n) said.

~Dr. Mason's House~

Dean pounds heavily on the door. He was very agitated.

"Dean. Take it easy, okay?"

Dr. Mason opens the door. "You're Angie's friends, right?"

"Dr. Mason." The youngest said gently.

"We need to talk." The oldest said harshly.

"Well, then, come in."

"Thanks."

~Later~

"You teach Ancient Greek. Tell me-" He unwrapped a paper. "What are these?"

"I don't understand. You said this had something to do with Angela."

"It does. Please, just humor me."

"They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual."

"Used for necromancy, right?"

"Dean." (M/n) said softly, getting ignored.

"That's right."

"See, before we came over here, we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves. Apparently they used rituals like this one for communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life. Full-on zombie action."

"Dean."

"Yes. I mean, according to the legends. Now, what's all this about?"

Sam was watching Dr.Mason's face, having a bit of doubts. Dean pushed on.

"I think you know."

"Dean." The demon was getting louder.

"Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?"

"Dean!"

"What are you talking about?" The man asked.

"What's dead should stay dead!"

"What!?"

"Stop it!" The demon gripped the older Winchesters arm. But the male kept going.

"What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore. These things are vicious, they're violent, they're nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean, come on, haven't you seen Pet Semetery?"

"You're insane."

"Where is she?"

"Get out of my house." He started dialing the phone, but Dean knocked it out of his hand.

"I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she!?"

"Dean! Stop, that's enough! Look!" (M/n) grabs his jacket and points to a row of plants by the window. "Living plants." He turned to Mason. "We're leaving."

"I'm calling the police."

Dean pulled out of the boys grip and storms out the door.

"Sir, we're sorry. We wont bother you again." Sam assured, and the remaining two left.

~Sidewalk~

Dean was striding down the steps and along the sidewalk, Sam hot on his heels.

"What the hell is the matter with you, Dean?" Sam asked.

"Back off."

"That man is innocent! He didn't deserve that!"

"Okay, so she's not here, maybe he's keeping her somewhere else."

"Stop it! That's enough, okay? Enough!"

"Sam, I know what I'm doing."

"No, you don't. At all. Dean, I don't scare easy, but man, you're scaring the crap out of me."

"Don't be overdramatic, Sam."

"You're lucky this turned out to be a real case. Because if it wasn't, you would have just found something else to kill."

"Wha-"

"You're on edge, you're erratic, except for when you're hunting, because you're downright scary. You're tail spinning, man. And you refuse to talk about it and you won't let me help you."

"I can take care of myself, thanks."

"No, you can't. And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean, no one can."

"Sam, if you bring up dad's death one more time I swear..."

"Stop. Please, Dean, it's killing you." He stopped by a hand on his arm.

"Don't, let him go. It'll be fine." (M/n) said softly. Sam watched Dean walk away, and sighed.

~At a park~

Sam and (M/n) were sitting at a bench.

"I don't wanna lose him, man. He's all I got left." The younger Winchester explained.

"I know. Trust me, I don't wanna lose him either. Just let him be for now. The more you nag him, the more you make it worse."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Look. Once I used to have a friend after I lost Lucifer. Said what I was doing to avenge him was wrong, that I was being stupid. That I was going insane."

"What happened after that?"

"I killed him, all he did was nag and nag and nag. He was really annoying. See, I'm telling you this cuz one day Dean might go insane and kill you. And I don't want that to happen. Even though you don't like me." Sam looked down. "You might think I'm dangerous, and you might be right. But what makes you think you're any different from me?"

"Well, I don't-"

"Don't you dare say you don't kill innocents. Cuz one day you will. And you wont even know. Hunters aren't any different then us demons. Killing without thinking. Just look at your father. He was a crazed man who wanted to kill the thing that hurt your mother. And look where it got him. You're falling down that same path. Wanting to kill yellow eyes. To get yourself killed for it. The only thing between me and you is that you die a lot more easily then I do."

~Motel Room~

Dean was pacing. Sam was sitting on the bed with their fathers journal, (M/n) was looking on Dean's phone.

"We can't just waste it with a head shot?"

"Dude. You've been watching way too many Romero flicks."

"You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em." He sat on a table by the window.

"No, Dean, I'm telling you there's too much. I mean, there's a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods of killing them." He joins his brother at the table. "Some say, setting them on fire, uh, one said, where is it? Right here. Feeding their hearts to wild dogs. That's my personal favorite. I mean, who knows whats real and what's myth." Sam explained.

"Is there anything in common?"

"No. But a few said silver may work."

"Silver's a start."

"Yeah, But now how are we going to find Angela?"

"Easy." The boys looked at the demon, who was smirking back at them.

~Neil's house~

The boys break in.

"Hello? Neil?! It's your grief counselors, we've come to hug." (M/n) chimed.

Dean pulled out a gun. They start stalking through the house. (M/n) in lead. They see wilted plants by a window. They find the entrance to the basement. Sam opened the door and Dean lead the at down the stairs to a room. It is empty.

"Sure looks like a zombie pen to me." Dean commented.

"Yeah. An empty one. You think Angela's going after somebody?"

(M/n) found a loose grate and pulls it aside, it lead to somewhere.

"Shit." The boy grabbed Dean's gun and disappeared. Leaving the two to look at each other.

~Angela's House~

Lindsey was sitting in the dim house, looking at a framed picture of Matt and Angela. She heard a noise, got up and goes to the front door.

"Hello?"

She opens the door, sees nothing. She turns, and Angela is there. She grabs Lindsey by the hair, she screams.

"Hi honey, I'm home!"

Lindsey breaks away from Angela, screaming still. She runs into the kitchen. Angela picks up a pair of scissors from the counter.

"You know what you did!"

"I'm sorry. I am so, so-"

"You're not sorry enough!" Angela stabs with the scissors, Lindsey ducks. They fight for a bit. Angela got ready to stab Lindsey with the scissors, when several shots are fired and Angela convulsed. She screamed and bolts out the window. Dean and Sam ran in to make sure Lindsey was ok. (M/n) bolted after the dead girl, only to come back.

"Damn, that dead chick can run." He panted.

"What now?"

"We find Neil and end it."