~*****~

We return to the tomb we'd visited the previous day, searching around for anything. It's silent between the two of us. I perch on one of the broken containers and rub at my face for a moment, trying to clear my head. There's a faint whistling noise coming from somewhere. "D'you hear that?" I ask softly.

Dean stops at the end of the crypt and gazes around, until he shines his flashlight onto a portion of the wall. "Yeah, come here." Dean hums as he kneels down. I peer over his shoulder. "You see that?" He points to the dusty old cobweb that's fluttering against the stone wall. "Get me the crowbar." I nod and hurry to the Impala.

Dean manages to pry one of the bricks loose, revealing an opening just big enough to crawl through. "It's a tunnel." Dean sighs and dives right in. I follow after him, and we drop into an older, much creepier crypt. There's bones littering the floors, and there's a pungent odor in the air. "Home sweet home." Dean comments.

My boot squishes into something, and a visible shudder runs up my back. "Please tell me that's not what I think it is." I mention lightly as I shine my flashlight down.

Dean kneels down to the arm I'm stepping on and lifts the glasses from besides it. "Sloppy Joe." Dean says. I swat the back of his head before moving away from the arm. There's a subtle scraping noise coming from the tunnel. Dean leaps up almost immediately, peers in, and fires off a couple of rounds as someone moves the stones back into place. The gun fire causes the tunnel to cave in.

"Son of a bitch," I complain after peering back in.

Dean pulls out his cell and raises it, trying to get a signal. "Son of a bitch." Dean echoes.

"Just our fucking luck, right?" I snap and move around, trying to find an opening to get out from. That pungent smell grows stronger as I approach one of the coffins. I swallow down the bile trying to force its way up as I do and pop the lid. "Dean." I call.

"What is it-- whoa--" Dean huffs as he gazes down into the coffin. Adam's mother was torn to pieces.

"Dean, what the hell is going on?" I gasp softly. "I just hope..." I trail off as I hurry to the other coffin. I pop it open and make a distressed noise in the back of my throat. "Dean, there's two of them. Adam has been dead for a long time..."

"We need to get back to Sam. Now." Dean urges quickly.

I nod and we both try kicking the door down. It creaks and groans under our frantic shoving. "Son of a bitch--" I repeat again as I back up. "That door's stuck--" I suck in a few labored breaths before gazing up. The image of an angel stares down at me. "Dean, help me move a coffin--" I order.

Dean just grunts and helps me before handing up the support of the other coffin. I smash the stained glass and peer out.

I huff irritably. "I'm outta practice, don't mind me," I mention as I haul myself upwards-- pathetically, I might add. Dean hauls himself after me, seemingly much more graceful than I.

~*****~

We rush into the house, guns drawn. Sam is tied up to the table, blood oozing from the wounds on his arms. "Hey!" Dean shouts. He shoots Adam in the chest, sending him backwards.

"Guys, they're Ghouls!" Sam shouts.

"That makes it easy," I snort and raise my shot gun to Adam's mother. Her head explodes against the wall when I take my shot. "Head shot--" I declare loudly before I hear one of the glass doors shatter. "I got you, Sammy," I mention quickly as I begin putting pressure on his wounds. "Just think of this as payback, yeah?"

"Oh, shut up--" Sam snaps at me as I try healing his wounds.

"What the fuck--" I murmur as nothing happens. "Sam, what did you do?" I whisper in a horrified tone. "Dean-- grab some towels! Now!" Dean hurries back in after killing the other ghoul.

"Thank you." Sam sighs as we sit him upright.

"That's what family's for," Dean comments breathlessly. "Keep pressure on that."

I gaze at Sam a moment longer, just staring at him in horrified silence. I shake my head and hurry after Dean.

We end up having a Hunter's Funeral for Adam. "You sure we should do this?" Sam asked.

"Ghouls didn't fake those pictures," Dean says. "They didn't fake Dad's journal. Adam was our brother. He died like a hunter. He deserves to go out like one."

"Maybe we could bring him back," Sam suggests. "Get ahold of Cass, call in a favor."

"It doesn't work like that, Sam," I say softly. "Adam's in a better place. We're not going to bring him back after how he died." Dean nods and strikes a match. The corpse burns slowly, even with all the kerosene.

"You know, I finally get why you and Dad butted heads so much." Dean says softly. "You two were practically the same person. I mean, I worshipped the guy, you know? I-I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listen to the same music. But you were more like him than I will ever be. And I see that now."

Sam gazes at his brother for a moment longer. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You take it any way you want." Dean retorts.

~*****~

Dean scrubbed at his face as he sat on the hood of the Impala. Sam was fast asleep inside the motel we'd stopped at, and I couldn't keep my worries to myself any longer. "Dean, please say something."

"You sure about this?" Dean asks.

I nod quickly, my hands wringing together tightly. "My powers can't work on anything tainted with demon blood, Dean... And it's not just the blood that's concerning me. Sam's acting like one of them. He's cold, callous-- he's not the man we know." I scrub at my face. "At first, I thought that maybe he was just, you know, letting the job get to him. He'd been drinking more, so I thought I'd see what he'd been getting drunk on-- Dean, his flask is filled with blood."

"Blood?" Dean echoes. "Oh, come on, Lottie, that's-- that's--"

"Is it?" I ask breathlessly.

Dean scrubs at his face again and sighs. "Did you empty it?"

I nod again. "I don't know if he's got any more," I admit.

"If he is... then he'll start slipping up. I'm going to call Bobby." Dean sighs.

"I'll call Zack," I tug out my cell.

It answers on the first ring, and I make out the subtle sound of a telenovela on in the background. "Singer Mechanic." Zack's voice rang out.

"Hey, it's Carlotta. We're gonna be a little longer." I mention softly.

Zack chuckles. "I don't mind. Bobby's payin' me pretty well to look after the shop and Mary." Zack explains. "You all right? You sound like somethin' bit ya."

I let out a shudder and glance at Dean. "Just... some revelations. Thank you, again."

"No thanks needed. You saved my life." Zack hummed. I end the call and peer back into the motel room. Sam is still asleep, but just staring at him has my head buzzing like crazy.