"Well I've looked through almost every file and there wasn't anything with the last name Hoover."

"Really?"

"Really. You got any ideas?"

"Wait... What if it wasn't murder? What if it was kidnapping or suicide?"

Dean nodded, grabbing the big box of files and putting it back, grabbing another one and putting it down. I grabbed files and began skimming through.

"Got one. Theodora Thaddeus, 1958. Kidnapped and raped by Thomas Hoover, when she wouldn't cooperate, Thomas got fed up with her and murdered her. The officials say she was found with a severely damaged spine and skull, and reportedly had no face.

"So is it a crazy, deranged guy or-"

"Vengeful spirit. Most likely of Theodora, trying to punish Thomas's descendants for her trauma. We just gotta find her bones, and salt and burn em."

"Okay, but what if she was cremated? We can't really burn her bones, they already are."

Dean raised his eyebrow, both out of curiosity and confusion.

"Simple. If her bones are already burnt, she's possessing an object, which means we have to burn whatever object she's possessing instead. Then the vengeful spirit should be... adios." I snapped my fingers in-between words and Dean nodded his head.

"Alright. Now, we gotta check obits for Theodora. We find her grave, we salt and burn."

Dean clapped his hands together and smiled, I cleared my throat and he looked at me.

"If she was buried."

" If she was buried. Right. Right."

I smirked, Dean shot a glare and I rolled my eyes. I winced, and Dean shot me a confused look, but I fake smiled not to worry him. I got up, wincing again and hid it best I could with a big smile. I stretched even though it hurt, then playfully hit Dean.

"C'mon. We know what to do now, no use staying here." I half smiled, and Dean raised an eyebrow. I stared, wondering why he wasn't getting up.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." I lied, grabbing one of the boxes of books and articles, heading back to put them on the shelf. He grabbed my arm right as I was about to turn around.

"No. You talk, I listen, now."

I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Oh c'mon Dean this isn't therapy."

He shot me a glare and I sighed, sitting down. I looked right at Dean, and made myself wonder why the hell I was doing this. I don't need talking a d my mood doesn't need questioning.

"Talk."

"Why? There's nothing to say."

Silence.

"You're not gonna let us leave until I do aren't you?"

He nodded and I groaned, slumping back.

"Fine. I guess you could say it's just been stressful and such, trying to deal with the sudden change. It's been giving me anxiety and breakdowns, and I was being a total idiot and didn't even take care of my shots so I still have bullets lodged in my skin, probably infected by now. So, yeah, I talked. Er.... That, and I wish Sam was here. It'd be better for you if you had a brother y'know?"

Dean glared and snapped at me, I stumbled back slightly and gasped.

"Okay. A whole load of B.S. Yeah, we aren't... close. But a sister is a sister, okay?"

"Okay."  I smiled as best I could, despite how fake it still turned out to be. I promised Dean that when we got back I'd take more care of myself, and that I wouldn't be so careless.

After we'd done all the research we could, I made mental notes and we left the library, headed for the cemetery, or, supposedly hoping Theodora was there.

It was about a thirty minute drive, despite being a small town this one sure had the perks of having everywhere widespread, from houses to small businesses, even the school was a good lengthy distance away from most of the town's treasures. I cherished how small it was, it was my size, so ethereal...  One of these days it'd be nice to settle, have a family, actually live normal, but being a hunter and growing up that way, it was more impossible than anything.

Dean tapped me in the shoulder, snapping me out of my daze. He pointed ahead of us, and I saw that all my thirty minutes of thinking had led us to the cemetery.

We got out of Baby and headed for the trunk, he tossed me the flashlight and grabbed the duffel bag.

I shot him a look and stared at the flashlight in my hands.

"Why am I manning the flashlight?!"

He raised an eyebrow as if asking if there were a problem, but instead a threw the flashlight into his hands and grabbed my own duffel bag. Dean just stood there half dazed and I closed the trunk without a word.

He nodded a "Touche" and we scanned the whole cemetery for anything. Doing that just took about an hour alone, and I was already getting tired. We rendezvoused back at the Impala, neither one of us had found anything.

"So, I'm guessing it's an object?" Dean asked, fiddling with the music.

I nodded my head. "Most likely, which means we find that object and-"

"Wait. While at the party I saw a necklace encased in glass, it was in the middle of a living room sitting on the fireplace, above it had a picture of a woman. Long, curly blonde hair with tan skin and ruby red eyes, ring a bell?"

"Theodora. They must have a picture of her in rembrance."

Dean both nodded and shook his head. "Yeah, but her name was Theodora Thaddeus. Not Theodora Hoover."

Dean did make a point, why would they have a picture of someone they didn't know, nor were they related too.

"Unless... They could have been married and Theodora could have kept her last name, for all we know both families were wealthy so it could have easily been an arranged marriage, maybe she didn't like Thomas and that's why she wasn't compliant."

Dean nodded his head, placing his hand in his chin. "Which could explain as to why Thomas would've gone to the extent of rape and murder, he probably just really pissed her off."

"Yeah well at least he can get women." I retorted playfully and Dean sent a look of hurt, I chuckled and then we began driving off.

Vengeful spirit, here we come.