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4.3 Therapy Cat

After getting back to the motel, we decided to do more research. Sam sat on the bed, looking through Dad's journal. "Explain why we can't just head shot the damn thing?" I asked. Sam looked up at me with a frown, "Dude...You've seen Dawn of the Dead one too many times."

"So, you're saying there's no lore on how to smoke 'em," I said, crossing my arms.

"No, Carmen, I'm telling you there's too much," Sam said. "I mean, there's a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing them." He got up, "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." He shut the journal close. "I mean, who knows what's real and what's myth?"

"Is there anything they all have in common?" Dean asked.

"No. But a few said silver might work," Sam replied. "Silver's a great start," I said as I sat up on the bed.

"Yeah," Sam agreed, letting out a huff. "But now how are we going to find Angela?"

"We've got to figure out the person who brought her back," Dean said. "Any ideas?" Sam asked. "I may have a few," I started, getting my brothers to look at me. I got up and picked up Angela's diary from the nightstand, "If it's not her dad it might be that guy Neil."

"Neil?" Dean and Sam asked at the same time.

"Yep,"

"How'd you come up with that?" Sam asked. "Well, you've got your journal, I've got mine," I said, as I opened the diary and showed a page to Dean. He looked at the page and started to read, "'Neil's a real shoulder to cry on, he understands what I'm going through with Matt."'

I closed the diary, "There's more in here where that came from. It's got unrequited mushy love written all over it," I said.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he brought her back from the dead," Sam said.

"I don't think I mentioned he's Professor Mason's TA? Has an all access pass to all the same books," I said, raising an eyebrow. Sam looked at me impressed and Dean scoffed, "Guilty for me."

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We waited for night to fall before we headed to Neil's house. We quietly got inside after Sam unlocked the front door and looked around with our eyes. The house was dark and quiet, like no one was home.

"Hello? Neil? It's your grief counselors─we've come to hug," Dean comment, his voice echoed through the house. I pulled my gun, filled with silver bullets and nodded towards Dean.

"Silver bullets?" Sam asked, looking at me gun. "Enough to make her rattle like a change purse." I said before we started to walk through the house with me leading, with the gun. Dean tapped my shoulder and then nodded his head to the window, where the three of us saw a wilted plants. We exchanged a look before continuing to walk.

We stopped by a closed door and Dean nodded at it. "Unless it's where he keeps his porn..." He trailed off.

Sam opened the door and I jumped right in, aiming my gun at the stairs. I lead the way down the stairs with Dean and Sam behind me as Dean pulled out his own gun.

We reached the bottom of the basement, the room had a bed, which was empty. "Sure looks like a zombie pen to me," Dean said.

"Yeah. An empty one," Sam said.

"You think Angela's going after somebody?" I asked.

I watched my older brother walked to the other side of the room, where there was a loose grate and pulled it aside. He turned to me and Sam, "Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches."

"Look, smartass, she might kill someone. We gotta find her, Dean," Sam said. "Yeah. All right. She, uh, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right?" Dean started.

"Yeah," Sam and I said at the same time. "Well, it takes two to, you know....have hardcore sex," Dean said.

I rolled my eyes while Sam shook his head. "I don't know, it just seemed that, uh, Angela's roommate was broken up over Matt's death," Dean said and I realized what he was getting at. "Yeah," I agreed. "Like really broken up."

Dean nodded, "You know what I'm getting on," He said. "She's going after Lindsey," I said before the three of us rushed up to the house and out, climbing into the Impala.

We sped up to Angela's house and climbed out of the car before running to the house. We broke in and rushed to the living room hearing noises. I aimed my gun, seeing Angela holding Lindsey by her hair and held up a pair of scissors. Dean and I both shot Angela in her back and she let Lindsey go.

She turned around and I shot her in the chest. She screamed before she turned around and ran out through the opened window. I quickly ran after her, ignoring my brothers calls.

I stopped watching as she continued to run but then stopped myself from shooting her. If I do that, it wouldn't stop her it would just be a waste of bullets. "Shit," I mumbled before a hand grabbed my shoulder.

I looked over a saw a very pissed off Dean, "What the hell was that?" He snapped.

I shrugged, "She wouldn't stop and you know Dad's rule about wasting bullets," I informed before starting to walk back to the house but Dean grabbed my shoulder again, making me turn back to him. "That's not what I mean," He hissed. "Now, don't you ever run off like that without backup. Got that?"

I huffed, shaking my head, "I can take care of myself," I said.

"No you can't,' He disagreed, pointing a finger at me. "Now you listen to me, Carmen Grace Winchester; this is the first and last time you run after supernatural things on your own, do you understand?"

I bit my tongue know my smart mouth would just get me into more trouble. I just stared at my older overprotective brother. "Do you understand?" He repeated, staring back at me. "Yes, I understand," I replied deadpan, looking down at the ground.

"Good. Come on, get you ass back to the house," Dean ordered and we walked back inside through the window, where Sam was trying to calm Lindsey down. "That dead chick can run," Dean said. "What now?" Sam asked.

I crossed my arms across my chest, "I say we have a nice little chat with Neil," I declared.

After getting Lindsey to calm down and getting her not to tell anything about us, we got back to the car and headed to Neil's office.

I was sitting at the back seat, Dean was driving and Sam was at the passenger's seat with the journal opened. "So the silver bullets, they did something right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, something but not enough," I informed.

"What else you got?" Dean asked our brother. Sam looked back at the journal, "Um, okay, besides silver, we have...nailing the undead back into their grave beds. It's mentioned a few times. It's probably where the whole vampire staking lore came from."

"Their grave beds? You serious?" Dean asked.

"Yeah,"

"How the hell are we going to get Angela back to the cemetery?" I asked but Sam just shrugged. "Super," Dean muttered sarcastically.

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We walked into Neil's office seeing him sitting on his desk in the dark. He looked up at us with a frown, "What are you guys doing here?" He asked before his eyes shifted to me, "Who are you?"

"Therapy cat," I said deadpan, crossing my arms as me and my brothers reached his desk, "You know, I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you ─ you take the cake," Dean comment.

Neil frowned again, "Okay. Who are you guys?"

"You might want to ask Angela that question,'' I said. "What?" He asked, confused. "We know what you did. The ritual? Everything," Sam said. Neil let out a scoff, "You're crazy."

I raised my brow clenched my jaw before leaning forwards, resting my hands on the desk, "Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy?" I shot back.

He swallowed slowly, staring at me. "When someone's gone they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff," Dean said.

"Angela killed Matt. She tried to kill Lindsey," Sam informed. Neil looked at my brother, confused, "I don't know what you're talking about."

That is when I saw red. I stomped over to the other side of the desk and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him up, "No more crap, Neil! His blood is on your hands," I hissed. "Now. Me and my assholes of brother's can make this right, but you've gotta tell us where she is. Now!"

He stared at me, "My house. She's at my house," He informed quietly. I let him go, "See and you didn't have to bring out the devil." I said and he fixed his shirt as I felt my brothers' eyes on me. I ignored their looks and saw in the corner of my eye at the window, seeing Salem in between some potted plants that were all dead.

I nodded for a moment before looking back at Neil, "You sure about that?" I asked. He nodded, looking around nervously. I looked past him and saw a closet that it's door was closed. I sighed, that chick was probably inside and lover boy just can't get that she was in danger.

I looked back at Neil, getting in idea but hopefully it would work. "Listen. It doesn't really matter where she is. There's only one way to stop her after all." I walked back around to stand beside my brothers, "We've got to perform another ritual over her grave, to reverse the one that you did." I nodded my head to them towards Salem, then to the closest. And they nodded, understanding what I was doing.

Dean looked at Neil, "Yeah, we're going to need some black root, some, some scar weed, some candles....It's very complicated, but it'll get the job done." I looked at Neil, "She'll be dead again in a couple hours. I think you should come with us." I stared at him, hoping he will come with us or else he'll be dead. "I'm serious, Neil. Leave with us. Right now."

He shook his head, "No. No."

I looked down, nodding slightly before looking back at him, licking my lips and Dean leaned forwards, "Listen to me," He whispered. "Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad."

"Guys, let's go I think Salem got out again." I said, pulling Sam's and Dean's arms before we walked out of the office.

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We reached to the graveyard, we went back to Angela's grave and we started to light candles. "You really think this is going to work?" Sam asked.

"No, not really," Dean said.

"But hey, it was the only thing I could come up with. You guys didn't really thought about something," I remarked.

"We did," Sam said with a frown. "Like what?" I shot back, raising an eyebrow.

Suddenly there was a noise, making us all look up and towards the sound. We exchanged glances before Sam got up, pulling out his gun. He walked to the direction of the sound, leaving me and Dean alone.

We both nodded to each other before getting up. We went to the trees, waiting for Sam to come back. We heard a gunshot and knew Sam found Angela. I glanced at Dean as he pulled out his own gun and he nodded to me before we saw Sam running back to the grave.

We saw Angela running after him and then she tackled him. He landed hard on the ground and she grabbed his head.

Dean aimed his gun at her and shot, making her to let Sam go and get up. She turned around to us and Dean shot her several more times until she fell straight back into her open grave, landing in the empty coffin.

I pulled at the metal stake and ran to the grave, sliding the last length on my knees and diving into the coffin right before she was about to get up. I buried the stake in her chest, pinning her in and she screamed.

"Wait, don't ─!"

I ignored her and pinned the stake further in. She gasped on last time, then went limp as her eyes closed. I stared at her, panting and got up. "What's dead should stay dead," I whispered out.

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It was early in the morning by the time we finished putting the dirt back over the grave. "Rest in peace," Sam said, panting. "Yeah," I mumbled. "Yeah. For good this time, okay?" Dean said.

The three of us grabbed our jackets from the ground before turning around and heading back to the Impala. "You know, that whole fake ritual thing, luring Angela into the cemetery? Pretty sharp," Sam complimented. "Thanks," I said, smirking slightly.

"But did we have to use me as bait?" He asked.

"I figured you were more her type," I said and Dean scoffed, "Huh. You know, she did had pretty crappy taste in guys," He said and I laughed a bit.

"I think she broke my hand," Sam grumbled. Dean and I let out a chuckle, "You're just a fragile baby," I teased.

"We'll get it looked at later," Dean said before turning around to look at Mary's grave, pausing while Sam and I stared at him. "You want to stay for a while?" Sam asked.

"No," Dean replied after a moment.

He turned back around and walked to the car with Sam following. I glanced back at Mary's grave for a moment before walking back to the car.

We dropped our things in the trunk of the car before Dean shut it closed and we climbed in. I stared out the window as we pulled out.

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I didn't know how long I was staring between my brothers and Salem. With me dying and then Dad brought me back. My mom, and what she said about my birth father. When I pinned Angela down like that, I didn't care. She was a monster, she wasn't good like Lenore.

They were different. Angela wasn't. She begged but I didn't care. I didn't care...I-I'm different.

I swallowed, suddenly feeling everything spinning. "Dean, can you stop the car?" I asked. He glanced at me through the mirror, "You alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah, just can you ─ stop the car, please," I said looking at the back of the seat. He pulled the Impala across the road to stop and I climbed out.

I stumbled to the ground letting myself fall onto my back. Taking a deep breath, staring up at the sky. I heard the doors opening but I didn't look up.

"Carmen, what's wrong?" Sam asked gently.

"It's nothing, I just-" I started, closing my eyes, licking my lips, fighting back the tears. "I just...need some air."

"Shorty, come on. Talk to us," Dean said. "I think you should tell them," I raised my head up seeing Dean holding Salem. "I don't have to tell them anything," I muttered. "Tell us what, Carmen?" Sam asked.

I sat up resting my legs on my knees. " I don't know what to do, and somehow it's all my fault." I said.

"What is?" Sam asked softly. I didn't looked at any of them, just looking down. "It's all my fault he's gone," I said. "What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

"I lied back at the hospital...I saw my mom. She was exactly as how I remembered. She told me she never wanted me to figure out who my dad was." I said whipping my face as my brothers stayed silent. "I made a full recovery. It was a miracle. And not even five minutes later Dad died and the Colt's gone," I said, fighting the tears and I swallowed slowly. "I knew you both have thought about it."

"Carmen-"

"Dad's dead because of me," I cut Sam off. "I should have never came back. It wasn't right, It wasn't natural. I was dead. And I should have stayed dead."

"You weren't dead," Dean disagreed.

I finally looked up at him, touching my lower lip. "Dead, dying...It's the same thing," My voice cracked. "You were right for looking at me like that." I nodded, swallowing, "I did killed Dad."

"No, hey, Carmen," Sam said, making me look at him. "No one is blaming you for that. We are not blaming you for that." I looked back at Dean and he gave a small nod. "He's right, shorty," He agreed, wrapping back his arm around my shoulder. "The only thing that took Dad was that demon."