"Are you sure this is the place?" Dean asked, scanning the eroded building in front of him for any reason that their ghost kills could lead to it.

"61 Chaplin Road, second house from the left," Sam read from the scrap of paper in his hand, " Yeah we're in the right place." He scrunched it up and threw it into his pant pocket, then held onto his iron fire poker tightly.

Dean held a shotgun in his hands, ready to attack any threats. The brothers walked inside the house, the wooden floorboards creaking with every step.

"I can't help but feel that this place looks familiar," Dean mumbled and Sam shushed him, up on hearing a sound.

"What?"

Silence...

"Nothing, I thought I heard-"

WHOOSH! THUD!

The Winchesters were thrown to the wall next to them, there weapons fall from their grasps.

"Dean!"

"Sam, are you okay?" Dean questioned, breathing heavily, "What the hell was that?!"

"I-I don't know, it's probably the-"

"Ghost? Yeah, it definitely is one."

The took a breath out, cold mist blowing from their mouths. The temperature in the room had dropped and a sudden chill filled the air.

"What brought you guys back huh? Did my sudden murder spree do something to spark an interest?" The echoey voice questioned.

A ZAP of light and a figure stood in front of them. The person had a burnt face, scars and injuries on their arms and legs and clothes torn and burnt to almost nothing.

"[y/n]..." Sam muttered and Dean widened his eyes. "That's why the house looked familiar," He mumbled to himself and you watched the guys with a grin.

"Are you... Oh my God, what happened?!" Sam questioned with concern and sorrow. You looked at him with disgust, "YOU BOTH happened to me. You ruined my life, and literally burnt me down!"

You clenched your fists and raised it up, making their chests tighten. They were in agonising pain, groaning out for you to stop but you resisted.

"You left me here to rot and burn! Saviours? YEAH RIGHT! You both are nothing but cheap excuses for it!" You screamed in rage and tightened your fists further.

"[y/n] l-let us tall p-please!" Sam pleaded, "Stop this and let's h-help!"

The pain stopped abruptly. You opened up your fists then flicked a hand down, making the Winchesters fall to the ground. They grunted at their backs aching, watching you walk away from them.

"How are you going to help me Sam? HOW?!" You shouted, "What are you going to do? Burn this house down like you did with my own?"

They stood up and you swiped the gun and is on rod away from their reach. "Yeah I killed the people who lived here, i deserve to finally have a house of my own that isn't in ashes!" You argued, "Will you let me live with it?"

"You killed two mailmen and a gardner [y/n] and let's not forget the people in this house, that's not exactly being a cooperating neighbourhood citizen," Dean pointed out and you looked at him with anger.

You threatened to clench your fists and cause him pain again, and he moved back a little in fear. "They threatened to disrupt my living, no one... NO ONE COMES NEAR ME! Not after what you two did," You yelled back.

"You came here to this town to help out, and it ended with you burning down MY house to get rid of some stupid ghost while you didn't care to check who was inside," You said, "Well what do you know? I was trapped in there, unable to walk and you left me to die and burn in a fiery inferno. I NEVER ASKED FOR THAT!"

"And we never meant it to happen. [y/n] please you have to believe us, we would do anything to take it all back and make it right," Sam said in a rush.

"Sam's right, from the whole week we spent with you we immediately knew that you were someone close to our heart," Dean added, "We... We care about you [y/n], in an instant we felt that you were part of family-"

"Would you burn your family?! Would you watch them go down in flames?" You felt the anger in you rise again, "I BET you wouldn't-"

"Our mom past away when Sam here was six months old [y/n]," Dean said, heartbreak clearly displayed on his face, "She was killed by the yellow eyed demon, put on the roof and she was... She was lit on fire."

A tear rolled down his cheek... your heart sank.

"We would never cause that kind of pain to the ones we love and care about, NEVER," Dean clenched his jaw, "We need you to see that, PLEASE I'm begging you."

"Killing people who come close to you isn't going to help make you feel better [y/n]," Sam intervened, "It's going to make it harder for you to let go and be at peace."

You looked at him with grief, though the vengefulness was arising once again.

"Do you really want to find peace [y/n]?" Sam asked, hoping and begging that you'd agree, "W-We could make all this hate go away."

"And all you have to do is tell us what object you've held on to," Dean wiped his eyes and stood up straight.

You looked at them, the melancholy growing while any chance at finding some peace becoming a false reality.

At least not to Sam and Dean.

Can you trust them? Would they really care about what you want, after all the pain they've caused you?

You couldn't decide if you wanted to trust them but the look in their eyes... They seemed to be genuine.

"It's a diamond and white gold necklace, upstairs in the jewellery box," You told, "My sister gave it to me as a birthday present when I graduated. She always looked up to me, I loved her so much."

Something snapped in you at that moment, "But the Hunters... They took her away from me! You... YOU took her away from me!"

You ran to Dean and raised your hand to him, throwing him across the room, then pressing his neck as hard as you could to choke him.

"S-Sam... neck... l-lace!" Dean yelled, coughing and trying to loosen your grip. You heard Sam run upstairs but your attention remained on Dean.

"You're going to pay for this," You said and backed away as you levitated a candlestick and threw it at him, missing his head by a centimetre.

"[y/n] what do you want us to do?! We didn't take her away from you, some asshole Hunters who can't think straight did," Dean yelled, "Stop all this and let go, you've clinged on for too long!"

"NO YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS WINCHESTERS!" You screamed and he reached out to pick up the shotgun. He held it out straight in front of you hut before you could swipe it away from him you-

SCRACK! SIZZ!

You felt your body burn up, you felt... A sudden feeling of freedom.

You looked at Dean with calmness then smiled slightly. "We love you [y/n], we would take everything back," Dean said softly and you bent down to him.

"Th-Thank you..."

And with that, your soul floated up and beyond to the Heaven above, to find peace and tranquillity in a quiet place for all the years to come.