Her mind became blank. Kara tried to scream, but her mouth was shut.

They were still there. They were standing behind Dean.

The woman in the gray dress.

The blonde in the alley.

The redhead.

And...no. It can't be...Not her...

Not anything of them.

All of the bleeding dead stared down at her. Her heart was beating more faster than last time. She shut her eyes tight.

"You're not real, you're not real."

She repeatly muttered those words under her breath. Even in the dark, Kara can still see their bloody faces.

"LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I HATE YOU!"

The screeching shrieks echoed in Kara's ears. Small tears were streaming from her shut eyes. She's gone, Kara. She's not there! thought Kara while silently crying.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" screamed Kara, covering her ears.

She opened her eyes and saw....nothing. No Dean, No redhead, no woman in gray dress, no blonde, and no them. They vanished without a trace. Oh God! Thought Kara. Must be dreaming!

She began to get up, quickly. Well too quickly. Her head was spinning again. Every move she made, the woman tried to not wince or worse: yell. Deep breaths echoed in her ears. One of her hands rubbed her aching head. Her free hand was wiping her tears off her cheeks. Rubbing her aching head, Kara felt something wet and sticky.

"Oh great."

Looking at her hand, crimson stained her skin. Kara knelt down next to duffle bag and unzipped it. As fast as her trembling fingers can, the young woman grabbed some tissue. Pressing them against her cut, she squealed in pain. With one hand on her cut, the other hand zipped her bag.  Cleaning her cut with tissue,  Kara threw the bloody tissue into a trash can. She draped a few stands of her hair over the cut.

Slinging her duffle bag over her shoulder, Kara felt the familiar weight on her back. She was about to head to the streets when...

"Hey!"

Kara gasped before turning her back and bolt down the alley. Along with the beats of her footsteps and breath, she heard their loud footsteps. Why can't the FBI leave her alone?

"Hey! Stop!"

Even if Dean shouted stop, she didn't stop running. Her back was taking a small beating from her bag. Kara bit her lips from screaming. Who was going to hear her? Her long legs were aching for her to stop. But in her troubled mind, no way in hell was she going to stop. Looking back, she saw Dean and Sam, being hot on her trail.

Don't look back! Keep going!

Every part of her was yelling at her. She looked forward and slowed herself down.

A dead end!

All of the sudden, rough hands grabbed her shoulders. Kara was spun around to see a furious Dean. Her heart became twisted and sank. Fury was written all over his face. No, don't let him get you! Her thoughts were screaming inside. With her duffle bag in hand, Kara tried to whack Dean's head. But, a firm grip caught her wrist. It became so tight to the point where she let go.

"You let me go!"

Kara yelled at him and tried to push him away. Still, Dean was too strong.

"Dean, stop." said Sam, firmly. "She's bleeding."

Sam grabbed Dean and separate him from her. Kara felt her legs stumble back. Pain shot through her elbow. "Funny bone, funny bone." muttered Kara, clutching onto her elbow. She glanced at the brothers. Something inside of Dean changed. He blinked his eyes as being snapped out of a trance. The older FBI agent looked at Sam.

Suddenly, a strange noise began shrieking in Dean's pocket. The man in the dark suit took out, a small radio-like machine. It was going off like crazy. Kara felt a sinking feeling inside. Oh shot!

An EMF.

It was the one sound she haven't heard in a long time.

"Am I being haunted?"

Kara's question shocked the brothers with wide eyed expressions. Dean raised the EMF at Kara.

"Am I being haunted?"

None of the brothers answered her.

She was ready to be buried six feet under.