Sam and Dean looked at each other before Sam shrugs and Dean lets out an annoyed sigh.

  "We're not actually gonna let some fan in on the case are we?" Becky asks incredulously.

  "I'm sorry, but if I'm just some crazy fan, what does that make you? Crazy stalker?" I retort, raising an eyebrow at her. Dean chuckles a bit and Becky looks offended. "Look, it's my house, my room. So either you can tell me about this ghost, or I'm calling the cops," I smirk.

  "I guess she's working the case," Dean confirms and Sam smiles. Becky rolls her eyes and lets out a frustrated breath.

  "Quick question, where are your parents?" Sam asks, confused.

  "My dad left us when I was four; and my mom is downstairs, but she's what you might call a heavy sleeper. You could probably drive a train through our living room and she wouldn't even stop snoring. Sleeping pills for insomnia," I explain. "Now, about this ghost," I continue, gesturing towards my beeping EMF meter.

  "Leonard Collins. He was the band teacher at some high school in the fifties," Dean says.

  "Wait, Seymore Senior High? That's my high school. I know this story. The guy had a heart attack on stage while conducting 'Come Sweet Death'..." I say.

  "Yeah, well apparently he's hunting down band majors. But not just recent band students, the ones from the past sixty years," Sam adds.

   "Then why is he in my house? I'm not in band..." I question. Then it hit me.

  "My mom! My mom played in band!" I bolted down the stairs with the boys and Becky close behind. "No. No. No. No," I mutter under my breath. I reach my parents bedroom to see my mom laying in bed, just like she was when she fell asleep.

  "Where is he?" Suddenly, the spirit came rushing out of my mom and flew towards me. I slice at him with my cosplay sword and he dissappears. "How'd you do that?" Dean asks stunned. "Iron sword," I shrug.

  I turn back around to my mom, who hadn't even stirred in all the commotion. I may have exaggerated a little about how much of a heavy sleeper she was. She definitely wouldn't have slept through my screams.

  "Mom?" I ask, shaking her shoulder. "Mom?!" I practically yell. "I... I was too late..." I slump down to my knees next to the bed, where her cold body now lies still. I fought back tears, but to no avail.

  I sat there, sobbing and Becky squats down next to me, putting a comforting arm around me. "I am so sorry," she whispers.

  My crying was interrupted by music blasting out of my mother's radio. I recognized the song from a history lesson in school, 'Come Sweet Death'. Mr. Collins appeared again, this time going straight towards Dean, who picked up my sword and swung it at him. The ghost dissappears again.

  "W-we need t-to salt and b-burn the body, be-b-before he hurts any-anyone else," I stutter through the tears.

  "Okay, kid. We'll handle this," Dean says in a gruff, yet sympathetic voice.

  "I-I'm coming with you," I protest. "He killed my mom, I wanna make sure this bastard goes up in flames. Besides, I know where he's buried. We went to his grave as a class trip once. I'm coming with you."

  Dean's jaw clenches but Sam puts a hand on his shoulder. "Dean... her mom just died. Let her come with us," he says.

  "Okay..." 

A/N: This one made me a little bit sad. Sorry... Please feel free to comment, leave constructive criticism, and vote! Thanks for reading! c: