( THE TEACHER'S ASSISTANT )

ANGELA'S PLACE
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      Dean hands the girl a kleenex. She's crying, and Dean looks slightly uncomfortable. "So. I'm sure you got a view of Angela that none of her family got to see. Tell me, what, what was she like? I mean, what was she really like?" Dean asks.

      "She was great. Just great. I mean, she was so..." Lindsey starts.

      "Great." Dean finishes.

      "Yeah."

      "Yeah." Dean hands her another tissue. "Here you go. You two must have been really close, huh?"

      "We were. But it's not just her, it's Matt." She says.

      "Who?"

      "Angela's boyfriend." Lindsey says.

      "Right, Matt. What about him?" Dean asks.

      "He killed himself last night. Cut his own throat. Who does that?" She asks.

      "That's terrible." Dean says.

      "He was taking Angela's death pretty hard, and I guess...I mean, he'd been messed up about it for days." Lindsey says.

      "Messed up how?" Dean asks.

      "He kept saying that he saw her everywhere." Lindsey says.

      "Well, I'm, I'm sure that's normal, with everything that he was going through." Dean says.

      "No, he said that he saw her. As in, an acid trip or something." She says.

      "Were Angela and Matt a happy couple? I mean, is there any reason that Angela would be angry with him?" Dean asks.

      "What? No, of course not, why do you ask?"

      "Just asking. Where did Matt live?"

MOTEL ROOM
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      Sam is sitting on the edge of the bed, watching television. Elena was currently in the bathroom. "Next, on the Skin channel, Casa Erotica Four. A tale of..." The Tv announcer says.

      Dean opens the door, and Sam looks around, startled. He shuts off the TV and tosses down the remote. "Hey." Sam says. Dean enters slowly, glancing between the television and Sam. "What?"

      "Awkward.

      "Where in the hell were you?" Sam asks.

      "Working my imaginary case." Dean says.

      "Yeah? And?"

      "Well, you were right, I didn't find much." Dean says and Sam nods, sympathetic. "Yeah. Except Angela's boyfriend died last night. Slit his own throat. But, you know, that's normal. Uh, let's see, what else. Oh, he was seeing Angela everywhere before he died. But you know, I'm sure that's just me transferring my own feelings."

      "Okay, I get it. I'm sorry, maybe there is something going on here." Sam says.

      "Maybe? Sam, I know how to do my job, despite what you might think." Dean says.

      "We should check out the guy's apartment." Sam says.
     
      "I just came from there. Pile of dead plants, just like the cemetery. Hell, dead goldfish too." Dean says.

      "So, unholy ground?" Sam asks.

      "Maybe. I'm still not getting that powerful angry spirit vibe from Angela." Dean gets up, crosses the room to pick up a pink book. "I have been reading this, though."

      "You stole the girl's diary?" Sam asks.

      "Yeah, Sam. And if anything the girl's a little too nice." Dean says.

     "So what do you want to do?"

      "Keep digging, talk to more of her friends." Dean says.

      "You get any names?" Sam asks.

      "Are you kidding me? I have her bestest friend in the whole wide world."

NEIL'S HOUSE
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      "I didn't realize the college employed grief counselors." Neil says.

      Elena, Sam and Dean are inside Neil's house, asking about Angela. "Oh yeah. Yeah, you talk, we listen. Or maybe throw in a little therapeutic collage, whatever jump-starts the healing." Dean says.

      "Well, I think I'm okay. Thanks." Neil says.

      "Well, you heard what happened to Matt Harrison, right?" Elena asks.

      "Yeah, I did." Neil answers.

      "Well, we just wanted to make sure you were okay. Grief can make people do crazy things." Sam says.

      "Look, I'm sorry about what happened to him. I am. But if Matt killed himself it wasn't 'cause of grief." Neil points out.

      "No?" Dean says. "Then why?"

      "It was guilt. Angie's death was Matt's fault and he knew it." Neil says.

      Elena sits up straight. "How was Matt responsible?" She says.

      "Well, she really loved that guy. But the night of the accident she walked in on him with another girl. She was really torn up, that's why she crashed the car." Neil says. "Um, look, I gotta get ready for work, so thanks for the concern, but...seriously, I'll be okay." Dean turns and looks significantly at Sam.

      Dean, Elena and Sam walk away from the house. "Well, that vengeful spirit theory's starting to make a little more sense, I mean, hell hath no fury..." Dean starts.

      "So if Angela got her revenge on Matt, you think it's over?" Sam asks.

      "Well, there's one way to be sure." Dean says.

      "Yeah? What's that?" Sam asks.

      They get in the car. "Burn the bones." Dean says.

      "Burn the bones? Are you high?" Elena asks and Dean thinks about that. "Angela died last week!" She yells.

      "So?" Dean asks.

      "So, there's not gonna be bones. There's gonna be a ripe, rotting body in the coffin." Sam points out.

      "Since when are you afraid to get dirty. Huh?"

GRAVEYARD
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      Dean and Sam dig at Angela's gravesite while Elena watches them dig. Standing on the coffin, Dean clears the rest of the dirt off and turns to Sam. "Ladies first." Dean says.

      Sam hands Dean his flashlight. "Hold that." He says. Sam opens the coffin, wincing in preparation. It is empty. They look at each other.

      At Neil's house, Neil goes down to the basement to find Angela waiting for him. She is pale. She turns and smiles at him. "I missed you." She says. She crosses the room and kisses him. He kisses her back.

GRAVEYARD
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      Dean and Sam are still in the freshly dug grave, staring at Angela's empty coffin. "They buried the body four days ago." Dean says.

      "I don't get it." Elena says and sees something carved into the inside of the coffin. "Look."

     "What is that?" Dean points to it and Sam walks over to look at it.

      "I'm not sure." Sam says.

      "I've seen these kind of symbols before." Dean says.

DR MASON'S OFFICE
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      Dean pounds heavily on the door. He's very agitated. "Dean. Take it easy, okay?" Elena says.

      Dr. Mason opens the door. "You're Angie's friends, right?" He asks.

      "Dr. Mason..." Sam says gently.

      "We need to talk." Dean says harshly instead.

      "Come in."

      "Thanks." Elena says.

      They all go inside and sit down on Dr Mason's office. Dean seems angry. "You teach Ancient Greek. Tell me, what are these?" Dean asks.

      He shows Dr. Mason the paper on which he's copied the symbols from the grave. "I don't understand. You said this had something to do with Angela." Dr Mason says.

      "It does. Please, just humor me." Dean says sarcastically.

      "They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual." Dr Mason says.

      "Used for necromancy, right?" Dean asks.

      "That's right."

      "See, before we came over here we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves." Dean says. "Apparently they used rituals like this one for communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life. Full-on zombie action."

      Dr Mason nods. "Yes. I mean, according to the legends. Now, what's all this about?" He asks.

      Sam, watching Dr. Mason's face, is having doubts. Dean pushes on. "I think you know." Dean says.

      "Dean." Sam says.

      "Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?" Dean asks.

      "Dean!" Elena yells.

      "What are you talking about?" De Mason asks.

      "What's dead should stay dead!" Dean yells.

      "Stop it!" Sam yells.

      "What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore. These things are vicious, they're violent, they're so nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean, come on, haven't you seen Pet Cemetery?" Dean asks.

      Elena fidgets in her seat. "Dean, that's enough." She says.

      "You're insane." Dr Mason says.

      "Where is she?" Dean asks angrily.

      "Get out of my house." Mason starts dialing the phone.

      Dean knocks it out of his hand. "I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she?!" He yells.

      "Dean! Stop, that's enough!" Elena yells. "Dean, look!" She grabs Dean's jacket, points to a row of plants by the window. "Beautiful, living plants."

      Sam turns to Dr Mason. "We're leaving." He says.

      "I'm calling the police."

      Dean pulls out of Elena's grip and storms for the door. "Sir, we're sorry. We won't bother you again." She says. They leave.

      Dean strides down the steps and along the sidewalk, Sam and Elena following. "What the hell is the matter with you, Dean?" Elena asks.

      "Back off." Dean responds.

      "That man is innocent! He didn't deserve that!" She yells.

      "Okay, so she's not here, maybe he's keeping her somewhere else." Dean says.

      Sam grabs his brothers shoulder. "Stop it! That's enough, okay? Enough!" He yells.

      "Sam, Elena, I know what I'm doing." Dean says.

      "No, you don't. At all." Elena says.

      Dean rolls his eyes. "Dean, I don't scare easy, but man, you're scaring the crap out of me." Sam says.

      "Don't be overdramatic, Sam." Dean says.

      "You're lucky this turned out to be a real case. Because if it wasn't you would have just found something else to kill." Sam says.

      "Wha–" Dean starts.

      "You're on edge, you're erratic - except for when you're hunting, because then you're downright scary." Sam says and Dean looks annoyed. "You're tailspinning, man. And you refuse to talk about it and you won't let me help you."

      "I can take care of myself, thanks." Dean says.

      Elena steps closer to him. "No, you can't. And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean, no one can." She says.

      "If you bring up our Dad's death one more time I swear..." Dean starts.

      "Stop. Please, Dean, it's killing you." Sam says. "Please. We've already lost Dad. We've lost Mom. I've lost Jessica. And now I'm going to lose you too?"

      "We better get out of here before the cops come." Dean says and Sam frowns at him. "I hear you. Okay? Yeah, I'm being an ass. I'm sorry. But right now we've got a friggin' zombie running around, and we need to figure out how to kill it." Sam laughs. "Right?"

      "Our lives are weird, man." Sam says.

      "You're telling me? Come on." Dean says.

NEIL'S HOUSE
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      Angela is sitting on Neil's couch, Neil is standing nearby. "Honey, is something bothering you?" Angela asks.

      "It's about Matt." Neil says.

      "Haven't we already talked about that?" She asks.

      "I know, but uh..." Neil starts.

      "Haven't we wasted enough time on him already? Come sit down." Angela orders and he does. "You always said that he didn't deserve me. You were right."

      "Angela, you didn't get out, and go see Matt, or..." Neil says.

      "I've been here the whole time. Neil. You really think I could do something like that?" Angela asks.

      "No. I don't know. I can't help it, you just, you seem–" Neil starts.

      "Different? Right. I am. I've realized you're the only one who ever really loved me. You proved it. You brought me back. I'm with you now. Isn't that what you always wanted?" She asks.

MOTEL ROOM
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      Dean is pacing, Sam sitting on the bed with John's journal. Elena leans over his shoulder. "We can't just waste it with a head shot?" Dean asks.

      "Dude. You've been watching way too many Romero flicks." Sam says.

      "You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em." Dean asks.

     He goes to sit at the table by the window. "No, Dean, I'm telling you there's too much. I mean, there's a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing them." Sam joins Dean at the table. "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. I mean, who knows what's real and what's myth?"

      "Is there anything they all have in common?" Elena asks.

      "No. But a few said silver might work." Sam says.

      "Silver's a start." Dean says.

      "Yeah. But now how are we going to find Angela?" Sam asks.

      "We've got to figure out the person who brought her back." Dean says.

       "Any ideas?" Sam asks.

      "I think if it's not her dad it might be that guy Neil." Dean says and Elena nods.

      "I agree." She says.

      "Neil?" Sam asks.

      "Yep." Dean stands and crosses the room to pick up the pink diary.

      "How'd you come up with that?" Sam asks.

      "Well, you've got your journal, I've got mine." Dean begins reading. "'Neil's a real shoulder to cry on, he so understands what I'm going through with Matt.' There's more in here where that came from, it's got Unrequited Ducky Love written all over it." He says.

      "Yeah, but that doesn't mean he brought her back from the dead." Elena points out.

      "Hmm. Did I mention he's Professor Mason's TA? Has access to all the Same books."