"They buried the body four days ago." I said, shocked, as we stared at the empty coffin. "I don't get it." Sam said then he moves his flashlight and I noticed something Carver in the coffin. "Guys, look." I said and we kneel down and look at the carving. "What is that?" Dean asked. "I'm not sure." Sam said.

"I've seen these kind of symbols before." Dean said, in realization.

The next day, we go to Dr Mason's house and Dean pounds heavily on the door. "Dean. Take it easy, okay?" I said to him just as Mason opens the door.

"You're Angie's friends, right?" He asked as he looks at us. "Dr. Mason..." Sam started to say, gently, but Dean steps up. "We need to talk." He said, harshly, and I smack his arm. "Dean." I said, warningly. "Well, then, come in." Mason said as he opens his door wider for us. "Thanks." I said and we enter the building.

"You teach Ancient Greek. Tell me --" Dean said as he starts unwrapping a paper. "...what are these?" He asked and 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." Mason said, confused. "It does. Please, just humor me." Dean said and Mason looks over the paper.

"They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual." He said. "Used for necromancy, right?" I asked him. "That's right." He said. "See, before we came over here we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves. Apparently they used rituals like this one for communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life. Full-on zombie action." Dean said to her.

"Yes. I mean, according to the legends. Now, what's all this about?" He asked and I watched him, starting to doubt that he did this ritual. "I think you know." Dean said, harshly. "Dean." Sam and I said, warningly. "Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?" Dean asked, ignoring us.

"Dean!" Sam and I said, louder.
"What are you talking about?" Mason asked Dean. "What's dead should stay dead!" Dean yells. "What?!" Mason asked, confused. "Stop it!" I shouted at Dean as I grab his arm but he yanks his arm away from me and continues to yell at Mason.

"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 Sematary?" Dean asked, angrily. "You're insane." Mason yells.

"Where is she?" Dean asked him. "Get out of my house." Mason said and he goes to his phone and starts to dial but Dean knocks it out of his hand. "I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she?!" Dean yells, angrily. "Dean! Stop, that's enough! Dean, look!" Sam yells and he grabs Dean's jacket, and we point to a row of plants by the window.

"Beautiful, living plants." I said to him then I turn to Mason. "We're leaving." I said. "I'm calling the police." Mason said as Dean pulls out of Sam's grip and storms for the door. "Sir, we're sorry. We won't bother you again." Sam said and we leave.

Dean strides down the steps and along the sidewalk, Sam and I began following him. "What the hell is the matter with you, Dean?" I asked him, angrily. "Back off." Dean growled. "That man is innocent! He didn't deserve that!" Sam said.

"Okay, so she's not here, maybe he's keeping her somewhere else." Dean said. "Stop it! That's enough, okay? Enough!" I said, firmly. "(Y/n), I know what I'm doing." Dean said and I shake my head. "No, you don't. At all. Dean, I don't scare easy, but man, you're scaring the crap out of me." I said. "And you're scaring me too." Sam said.

"Don't be overdramatic, guys." Dean said. "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 said. "Wha-" Dean started to ask but I talk over him.

"You're on edge, you're erratic - except for when you're hunting, because then you're downright scary. You're tailspinning, Dean. And you refuse to talk about it and you won't let me or Sam help you." I said to him. "I can take care of myself, thanks." Dean said.

"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." I said but then Dean talks over me. "(Y/n), if you bring up Dad's death one more time I swear..." Dean yells but then Sam steps in. "Stop. Please, Dean, it's killing you. Please. We've already lost Dad. We've lost Mom. I've lost Jessica. (Y/n)'s lost her Mom and Dad. And now (y/n) and I are going to lose you too?" Sam said to him, desperately, and Dean just glares at us for a moment.

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

"Right?" Dean said and I smirked. "Our lives are weird, man." I said. "You're telling me? Come on." Dean said and we get in the car and drive off.

Back at the motel, Dean was pacing while Sam was sitting on the bed with John's journal and I sat in one of the chairs by the table. "We can't just waste it with a head shot?" Dean asked. "Dude. You've been watching way too many Romero flicks." Sam said.

"You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em." Dean said, annoyed, as he goes to sit across from me. "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. 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?" Sam said, annoyed.

"Is there anything they all have in common?" I asked him. "No. But a few said silver might work." Sam replied. "Silver's a start." Dean said. "Yeah. But now how are we going to find Angela?" Sam asked. "We've got to figure out the person who brought her back." Dean said.

"Any ideas?" Sam asked, looking between us. "I think if it's not her dad it might be that guy Neil." Dean said and I look over at him. "Neil?" I said, confused. "Yep." Dean said and he stands and crosses the room to pick up the pink diary.

"How'd you come up with that?" Sam asked. "Well, you've got your journal, I've got mine." Dean said and he begins reading the diary. "Neil's a real shoulder to cry on, he so understands what I'm going through with Matt." Then he looks up at us.  "There's more in here where that came from. It's got unrequited Duckie love written all over it." Dean said. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean he brought her back from the dead." Sam said and I shrug. "I don't know, Sam. He seemed alittle resentful about Matt." I said.

"Did I mention he's Professor Mason's TA? Has access to all the same books." Dean said and we give him a speculative look.

We  break in Neil's house, which was dark and quiet. "Hello? Neil?! It's your grief counselors -- we've come to hug." Dean said as he pulls out a gun. Sam and I look at it. "Silver bullets?" I asked. "Yeah, enough to make her rattle like a change purse." He said and we start stalking through the house, Deam in the lead with the gun out. We could see wilted plants by a window then we find the entrance to the basement. Dean nods at it.

"Unless it's where he keeps his porn..." Dean said. "Is that what your hoping?" I asked and he shrugs and I shake my head. Sam opens the door and Dea  leads the way down the stairs to the room, which was empty. "Sure looks like a zombie pen to me." I said as we look around.

"Yeah. An empty one. You think Angela's going after somebody?" Sam asked as I find a loose grate and pull it aside -- it leads out, somewhere. "Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches." Dean said, gesturing towards the grate, and I roll my eyes. "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 said. "Yeah." Sam and I said, in unison. "Well, it takes two to, you know, have hardcore sex." Dean said and Sam shakes his head at him while I give a sarcastic gasp. "Really? No way! I thought it only took one to tango." I said, sarcastically, and Sam chuckles. 

"Ok, smartass. It's just....I don't know, it just seemed that, uh, Angela's roommate was broken up over Matt's death. I mean, like, really broken up." Dean said and the three of us exchange a look.

Eventually, we get out of Neil's house and head over to Angela's friend, Lindsey, friend house. We get inside to see Angela had pulled Lindsey up to her feet and raised a pair of scissors towards her. Dean fires and Angela convulses once the bullets hit her.

Dean fires the gun again, right in Angela's chest. She screams and bolts out the window; Dean follows while Sam and I run to Lindsey. "Gotcha. We gotcha." Sam said as we stand next to her and Dean comes back through the window.

"Damn, that dead chick can run." He said as he comes over to me. "What now?" I asked him. "I say we go have a little chat with Neil." Dean said.

After making sure Lindsey was okay, we got into the Impala and started down the road. "So the silver bullets, they did something, right?" Sam said as he looks through the journal. "Yeah, something, but not enough. What else you got?" Dean asked. "Um, okay, besides silver, we have...nailing the undead back into their gravebeds. It's mentioned a few times. It's probably where the whole vampire staking lore came from." Sam said and I rais an eyebrow.

"Their gravebeds? You serious?" I asked. "Yeah." Sam said. "How the hell are we going to get Angela back to the cemetery?" Dean asked.

Later, we enter Neil's office to see him sittding in the dark and he looked nervous. "What are you guys doing here?" He asked us, nervously. "You know, I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you -- you take the cake." Dean said to him.

"Okay. Who are you guys?" Neil asked. "You might want to ask Angela that question." I said and Neil gives us a confused look. "What?" He asked, nervously. "We know what you did. The ritual? Everything." Sam said and Neil scoffs. "You're crazy."

"Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy? When someone's gone they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff." Dean said to him. "Angela killed Matt. She tried to kill Lindsey." I said. "I don't know what you're talking about." Neil said.

Then Dean stomps over to the other side of the desk and hauls Neil up by the collar. "Hey! No more crap, Neil. His blood is on your hands. Now. The three of us can make this right, but you've gotta tell us where she is. Tell us!" Dean yells. "My house. She's at my house." Neil revealed and Dean lets him go, but I notice several potted plants by the window. They're dead. Dean looks at the plants as well then looks at Neil.

"You sure about that?" Dean asked and Neil nods, looking around nervously. Dean looks past him to see a closet then he raises his voice slightly. "Listen. It doesn't really matter where she is. There's only one way to stop her. We've got to perform another ritual over her grave, to reverse the one that you did. 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. She'll be dead again in a couple hours. I think you should come with us." Dean said then he walks closer to Neil.

"I'm serious, Neil. Leave with us. Right now." He said, significantly. "No. No." Neil said and Dean leans in, lowering his voice again. "Listen to me. Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad." He said then he turns to us and said. "Let's go."
And we leave the office and head back into the Impala.

Back at her grave, we began to light some candles around Angela's grave. "You really think this is going to work?" Sam asked Dean. "No, not really. But it was the only thing I could come up with." Dean said then we heard a noise. The boys and I nod to each other.

Sam and I stand and pull a gun from the small of our backs and we split up. I stalk in the direction of the sound until I  freeze, hearing something behind me. I turn around and point the gun at Angela, and she stops short. "Wait! It's not what you think. I didn't ask to be brought back. But it's still me. I'm still a person. Please." She pleads but I fire the gun, hitting her square in the forehead. She screams, her head snapping back.

Then I bolt back towards the grave until she tackles me, and I land hard on the ground; she twists my head back. Then a gun fires and I turn over to see Angela standing up while Dean shoots her several more times until she falls straight back into the open grave, landing in the empty coffin.

Dean grabs a long metal stake and runs to the grave, sliding the last length on his knees and diving into the coffin. I get up as Sam comes and helps me and we look into the grave just as Dean buries the stake in her chest, pinning her in.

"Wait, don't --!!!!" She screams but Dean drives it further in. She gasps one last time, then goes limp. Dean pulls back, panting. "What's dead should stay dead." He whispers.

Dean, Sam and I pat down the dirt over the grave as the sun rises. "Rest in peace." Sam said as we pant. "Yeah. For good this time, okay?" Dean said and we turn away, heading for the car. I grunts as I lift the shovel over one shoulder. "You know, that whole fake ritual thing, luring Angela into the cemetery? Pretty sharp." Sam complimented Dean. "Thanks." He said. "But did we have to use me or Sam as bait?" I asked. 

"Honestly, I figured she would go after Sam. He seems to be more of her type. You know, she had pretty crappy taste in guys." Dean said and I chuckled while Sam rolls his eyes. "I think she broke my hand." I said. "You're just too fragile. We'll get it looked at later." Dean said then he turns and stares at something. 

Sam and I turn to see he was staring at Mary's grave. "You want to stay for a while?" Sam asked him. "No." Dean said and we drop our things in the trunk of the car and get in.

Driving along, Dean is scowling and Sam and I look at him, concerned. Dean pulls the car across the road to stop in the opposite shoulder. He gets out and sits on the hood. Sam and I follow.

"Dean, what is it?" I asked him as we go stand on either side of him. There was a long pause before he speaks. "I'm sorry." He said. "You -- For what?" Sam asked. "The way I've been acting. And for Dad. I mean, he was your dad too. And it's my fault that he's gone." Dean said, in a defeated tone.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him. "I know you two've been thinking it -- so have I. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, I made a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later Dad's dead and the Colt's gone." Dean said. "Dean." Sam and I said, concerned, and I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You guys can't tell me there's not a connection there. I don't know how the demon was involved. I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly. But Dad's dead because of me. And that much I do know." He said, his voice shaking slightly. "We don't know that. Not for sure." Sam said to him

"Sam...(y/n)..." Dean said then he starts crying. "You two and Dad...you're the most important people in my life. And now...I never should've come back. It wasn't natural. And now look what's come of it. I was dead. And I should have stayed dead. You wanted to know how I was feeling. Well, that's it." Dean explains and we nod at him.

"So tell me. What could you two possibly say to make that all right?" Dean asked us and he looks at Sam, who looks away, then he looks at me. I look down as I really didn't have anything to say, I'm speechless on what to say to him to make him feel better.

Dean looks away then I slide my hand off of his shoulder then slide it towards in his hand and hold it. He holds my hand as well then squeezed it while I run my thumb over his knuckles, reassuringly, and the three of us look out on the mountain side scenery.