"Cub!" Dean yelled from the door.

I pushed myself up with my elbows and I looked at him. "Bela is here." I just simply stated.

"How did you know?" He asked.

"I can smell her from miles away, and that perfume doesn't make it any harder." I chuckled.

"That's where we can agree." He chuckled as well and motioned for me to follow him inside.

"So you have returned, after you tricked us?" I crossed my arms.

"Look, I am sorry about it, but I need your help." She reeked of terror and anxiety, making me calmer. "I saw the ship."

"And when I thought you couldn't sink deeper." Dean sighed and made a finger gun at her head.

"What do you mean?" She asked terrified.

"We found a connection between the vics. The guy who was executed on the ship?" Sam started and pulled out a photo. "This is the captain who ordered it." Looking at the photo, you could see how similar they looked. "His own brother."

"And what does it have to do with me?" Bela asked.

"Sheila killed her cousin in a car accident and the Warren brothers killed their dad to collect inheritance." Sam started explaining.

"So basically all of the victims spilled family blood." I finished. Bela looked at us shocked. Probably more that her secret was out then anything.

"So who was it Bela?" Dean talked in his scary low voice. "What? You killed daddy dearest or something."

"You wouldn't understand." She said with determination. "No one did."

"Well no matter what we need the hand so we can burn it." I stated.

"I sold it." She simply stated.

"Then get it back." I said.

"I can't." She looked up at me. "It is halfway across the world by now. I could never get it back in time."

"You do realize you just sold the only thing that can save right?" Dean coldly stated.

"Yes I do." She said sadly. "But isn't there anything else you can do?"

"The Hand is what holding him here." I said. "Without that we can't do anything."

"Wait?" Dean said and looked at me. "You know how to gank a ghost?"

"I have been reading some of the books, while you were gone." I answered. "And humans aren't the only ones with ghost problems every once in a while."

"Well." Bela broke the conversation and stood from her chair. "If you won't help me, I will just deal with it myself. That is after all how I do."

I couldn't help but feel bad for her. Sure, she was an asshole, but she didn't deserve to die.

"Wait." Sam said. "Maybe there is something, we could try."

Before I knew it, I was standing in a graveyard next to Sam, while Dean was preparing a ritual of some sorts.

Still in my sweatpants, might I add.

"Are you sure this will work?" I asked.

"Positive." Sam answered quickly.

"That's still not a yes." I pointed out.

"Well that answers it, doesn't it?" He smirked. I just sighed. I knew it was a bad idea. Hell, we all did, but it was the only way to maybe safe Bela.

All of the sudden it started raining buckets, which obviously is awesome when you are wearing sweatpants.

"Sam, I think you better start the ritual now!" Dean shouted over the sound of the hard rain.

Sam then started chanting something in a language, I didn't understand.

That was, when the ghost appeared. Making his way towards Bela, I made a quick choice.

"Bela, look out!" I yelled and ran over to her, only to be flung through the air into a gravestone. Left breathless from the air being forced out of my lungs, I groaned the best I could from the pain.

"Leona!" I could faintly hear Dean yell before being flung through the air himself.

The ghost got to Bela and touched her, making her cough up a lot of water.

I made a run towards Dean and Bela despite the pain from my back.

Turns out being flung into a gravestone, when you still have a burn on your back, hurts like hell.

I sat with Dean and Bela, while Sam finished the ritual. Then I saw it. They had summoned the captain.

"I am sorry brother, but what you did was treason." The captain said with genuine sadness present.

"I was your Brother!" The ghost shouted angrily. "And you killed me!"

"I'm sorry." The captain said just as the ghost threw himself at him, effectively destroying them both in the process.

I could hear Bela still coughing but soon stopped.

"It's over." Sam said.

As the adrenaline wore of, I felt the full pain of the impact earlier. Sam seemed to take notice of this, given that Dean was making sure Bela was okay.

"Are you okay?" He sat down besides me.

"I will live." I said and he helped me up on my feet again.

We then made our way back to the house to pack up our stuff, while Bela went god knows where.

"You want me to clean your burn?" Sam asked as we entered. "You took a pretty hard hit."

"Yes, please." I said taking the t-shirt off, leaving me in a sports bra.

I laid myself down on the couch and got ready for cleaning. He slowly started and I hissed our in pain as he touched it.

"Sorry." He quickly apologized.

"It's fine." I smiled even he probably couldn't tell. "The bruises will probably be gone relatively quick."

"Lucky for you." He chuckled ever so slightly. Something on my right shoulder then caught his eye. "When did you get this?"

I followed his eyes and immediately knew what he was referring to. The big scar from a burn.

"When I was 10." I sighed. "The forest, we were in, caught on fire and when we thought everyone was out, I heard Gwen and Gadwick. I didn't think. I just ran right in there. I had to carry both of them, and as I was picking up Gwen, a burning piece of wood fell on me. I couldn't remove it immediately, cause I would have dropped Gwen, so it left this pretty little thing."

"It was very brave." Sam gave me a sincere smile.

"Almost like when I carried you out Sammy." Dean looked over at us.

That was when I smelled it. "Dean." I said catching his attention. "Bela is coming."

He walked over to the door and surely, just as she was about to knock there stood Bela.

"How did you know?" She walked in the door.

"Cub, over there." Dean said and pointed at me.

"Well here." She said and threw bundles of money to Sam, Dean and I. "I don't like being in debt to anyone."

"So it is easier for you to come up with 10 grand than to say 'thank you'?" Dean huffed.

"We all have our ways." She smirked. "How did you know the ghost wanted his brother?"

"Many ghost are vengeful." Sam explained as he put some bandage on me. "He wanted revenge so badly, he didn't care, if he killed himself in the process."

"Well, I will be on my way then." Bela smiled and took the dress and shoes I had borrowed. "See you." She walked out the door with slamming it behind her.

"Hopefully not too soon." He mumbled, still being very pissed.

"Lets just pack up here and get back on the road." Sam stood up and started packing.

I helped as well and soon we were on our way home. Or to the next case. Which ever comes first.