Harley Winchester- Season 2- Supernatural Rewrite

Children shouldn't play with dead things (2)

Dean opened the motel door to see Sam quickly shutting off the TV.

"Hey." Sam looked over at us.

Dean and I looked at Sam, then back to the TV.

"Awkward." I chuckled as I moved to the second bed.

"Where the hell were you two?" Sam asked us.

"Just working my imaginary case." Dean sassed.

"Yeah, and?"

"Oh well, you were right, I didn't find much, 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." Dean remarked while shrugging off his jacket.

What the fuck did I miss?

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

"Here we go." I muttered from my laid position on the bed with my arm covering my eyes.

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

"We should check out the guys apartment." Sam ignored Dean's other comment.

"We just came from there." I joined the conversation not moving from my rather comfortable position.

"A pile of dead plants just like the cemetery, hell a dead goldfish too." I added.

"So unholy ground?" Sam questioned.

"Maybe, I'm still not getting that powerful angry spirit vibe from Angela." Dean admitted.

"Ditto." I sang pointing to myself.

"I've been reading this though." Dean got up and pulled out the diary he stole.

"You stole the girls diary?" Sam chuckled.

"Yeah Sam, and if anything the girl's a little too nice."

"So what do you want to do?"

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

"You get any names?"

"Are you kidding me, I've got her bestest friend in the whole wide world." Dean smirked as he tossed Sam the diary.

"I didn't realize the college employed grief counselors."

That's cause they didn't. It was me, Sam, and Dean, far from counselors.

"Oh yeah, you talk, we listen and maybe throw in a little therapeutic collage, anything to help jumpstart the healing process." Dean lied.

I was having trouble holding in my laughter.

"Well, I think I'm okay, thanks?" He said as he started walking back in.

"Well, you heard what happened to Matt Harrison, right?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah I did." He nodded.

"We just wanted to make sure, you were okay, grief could make people do crazy things."

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

"No, then why?" I asked him.

"It was cause of guilt, Angie's death was Matt's fault, and he knew it."

"How was Matt responsible?"