I walk into the bathroom and turn on the lights, or at least try to. The lights flicker without any reason, and the sink turns itself on the hot water. What the hell? I think as I watch the steaming hot water flow into the sink basin. Then, all of the sinks in the bathroom turn themselves on to the hot water. I gasp, my mouth agape in awe at this scary sight. My thoughts went from finding Sam Winchester to getting the hell out of that bathroom. Petrified, I look at the foggy mirror and watch the words "DANS LUPHUS" appear. I quickly wipe them away, only to see a terrifying girl with her throat slit before me. She smiles at me freakishly, then walks towards me. I hear a groaning sound and she steps closer still. I'm paralyzed with fear and can't move.
I run out the door, straight to Dean. "Can we make this quick? I'm tired", he says as he sees me walk in the door. I say, "I want to know more about that staff you were talking about earlier." Dean looks up at me and says, "Time, life, mysteries of the unknown. Look it up." I give him a cold stare and walk around to him. "Let's pretend for the moment that you're not entirely insane," I say in complete seriousness. Dean smirks and nods. I continue, "What would one of those things be doing here?" I'm rather scared to know the answer, but I must. Dean looks at me questioningly as he asks, "Vengeful spirit?" I nod, straight faced. Dean answers, "Well, they're created by violent deaths, and then they come back for a reason - - usually a nasty one, like revenge on the people that hurt them." I process this and quickly realize jails would have vengeful spirits because of what happens here. I then curiously ask, "and, uh, these spirits...they're capable of killing people?" I rub my neck with my hand, anxious to hear Deans answer and a bit surprised by what I just said.
Dean chuckles and sees me touching my neck, "Where'd you get that?" I look down at my wrist, which is purple and blue, and roll up my sleeve. I then see another bracelet-like bruise. "I don't know," I check my other arm only to find more weird marks. I begin to panic, "It wasn't there before." I can't stop staring at my arms. Dean looks at me seriously, and at my arms, and asks, "You've seen it, haven't you?" I stare at him as he says, "The spirit." "How did you know?" I ask with my voice trembling. Dean acknowledges, "Karen had the same bruises on her wrists." This chills me to the bone and I wonder if I am to die next. "I'm willing to bet that if you look at Giles photos, he's got them, too. It's got something to do with the spirit. I don't know what." I clutch my wrist and turn toward the mirror. Dean picks up on my fear, "I know. You think your going crazy. But let's skip that part, shall we? Because the last two people who saw this thing died pretty soon after. You hear me?" I snap my head around to face him and say, "You think I'm gonna die." I'm very scared and really do believe him. He says with a somber tone, "You need to go to Sam. He'll help." I walk up to him more, "You're giving your brother up." I'm genuinely surprised by this. Dean simply says, "Go to the first motel listed in the yellow pages. Look for Jim Rockford. That's how we find each other when we're separated. You can arrest him, if you want, or you can let him save your life."
I listen to Dean and find Sam. He lets me in after I explain what's going on and how afraid I am. I let him examine my wrists and he asks, "These showed up after you saw it?" I shake my head, "Yeah. I guess." "All right. You're gonna have to tell me exactly what you saw." I look at him, "You know, I must be losing my mind." I then walk off a bit, angry. "You're a fugitive. I should be arresting you." Sam is perturbed and says, "All right, well, you know know what? You can arrest me later, after you live through this. But right now, you got to talk to me. Okay?" Anger flashes in my eyes, but I know he's right. He's the only one who can help me. I nod. "Okay, great. Now, the spirit, what did it look like?" I tap into the horrible memory, "She was, um, really pale...and her throat was cut. And her eyes, they were like this deep, dark red. It appeared like she was trying to talk to me, but she couldn't. It was just...a lot of blood." I sink down to the floor.
Sam gives me a sympathetic look and says, "You know what? Here." He stands up and walks over to a table, "I've been researching every girl who ever died or gone from missing from Ashland Street." He collects a stack of papers and straightens them out. "How did you get these? Those are from the crime scenes and booking photos." He smiles quickly, "You have your job. I have mine. Here. I need you to look through these. Tell me if you recognize anyone." I take them and sit down on the foot of the bed. I begin looking through the images and stop when I see the girl I saw in the bathroom's mugshot. I shoot a look at Sam, "This is her. I'm sure of it." Sam asks, "Claire Becker? 28 years old. Disappeared about 8 or 9 months ago." I'm very confused as I announce, "But I don't even know her. Why would she come after me?" "Well, before her death, she was arrested twice for dealing heroin. You ever work narcotics?" I say in all honesty, "Yeah, Pete And I did before homicide." Sam holds up the picture, "You ever bust her?" I shake my head, "Not that I remember." Sam puts the mug shot down and acquires a new piece of paper. "Says she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street. Police searched the place, didn't find anything." Sam hands me the paper he was just reading from. "Guess we got to check it out. See if we can find her body." I'm appalled by this and my eyes get wide. "What?" I ask incredulously. Sam just looks at me, "Well, we've got to salt and burn her bones. It's the only way to put her spirit to rest." I say, "Of course it is," like I know what I'm talking about.
Sam and I get in the car and go to an old morgue. "So, what exactly are we looking for?" Sam decides, "I'll let you know when we find it." I press on, and am soon horrified as an apparition appears before me. She comes up close and groans again. "Sam!" I yell again. He runs down the stairs as I yell his name again. He rushes over to me, "Hey I'm here. What is it? What happened?" I am stunned by what I see, the apparition has vanished. Breathlessly, I orate, "Claire. She was just reaching out to me. She was over there by the window."
I walk over to where she was and my eye catches something. I walk up to the cart in my way and ask Sam to help me move it. He grabs it and we move it out of our way. "Our little mystery word," I say as I see it. Sam states, "Now the extra letters make sense." He takes out a funny looking device. "What is that?" "Spirits and certain remains give off electromagnetic frequencies." I begin to understand, "So, if Claire's body was here, that would indicate that?" Sam informs, "Yeah. That's the theory." The device he's holding clicks and lights up red near a certain part of the wall. Sam breaks the wall open with a blunt instrument and takes out his flashlight. "Yeah. Yeah, there's definitely something in there. You know, this is bothering me." Sam says that last part rather angrily. I say, "Well, you are digging up a corpse." He explains, "No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually." He chuckles. "Then what?" I ask him. "It's just...I mean, no vengeful spirit I've ever tussled with wanted to be wasted, so why the hell would Claire lead us to her remains?" He continues to break the wall. "All right. Here. Give me a hand." I help him extract the body and we lay it on the ground. Sam unveils the bones and I display my wrists. "Her wrists. Yeah, they'd be bruised like yours."
I see the necklace she's wearing and a deep fear sensation creeps into my skin. My hands tremble as I look at the jewelry. Sam asks, "That necklace mean something to you?" I find myself saying, "I've seen it before. It's rare. It was custom made over on Carson Street." I then show my own necklace, "I have one just like it. Pete gave it to me." Sam says, "Now this all makes sense." I am confused, "I'm sorry?" He explains, "You see, Claire is not a vengeful spirit. She's a death omen." "Excuse me?" I ask with venom in my tone. "Claire's not killing anyone. She's trying to warn them. Sometimes spirits, they don't want vengeance. They want justice, which is why she led us here. She wants us to know who her killer is." My mouth opens wide at the realization that Sam is talking about Peter. "How much do you know about your partner?" I gasp, "Oh my God." Sam asks me, "What?" I recollect, "About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup. Obviously it was a cop. We never found out who did it. But whoever did it would need someone to fence their product." Sam catches on, "Somebody like a heroin dealer. Somebody like Claire." My chest tightens and I feel so panicked. How could he do this to me? And that poor girl? Sam and I get in the car. I get a phone call while driving that Pete just left the precinct with Dean and give Sam the news. Sam says, "What?" I advance, "He said the prisoner had to be transferred, and he just took him. Dispatch has been calling, but he won't answer the radio." Sam inquires, "Radio? He took a county vehicle? Then it should have a LoJack. You got to get it turned on." I worry for Sam's Brother now that I know who Pete really is.
We arrive just in time for me to see Pete about to shoot Dean. I unholster my own weapon and tell him, "Pete, put the gun down." He asks, "Diana? How'd you find me?" I ignore his questions and spit, "I know about Claire." He plays dumb, "I don't know what you're talking about." I know damn well he's lying. I command, "Put the gun down!" He just says, "No, I don't think so. You're fast. Pretty sure I'm faster. "Why are you doing this?" I ask again. Pete lies again, "I didn't do anything, Diana." I hate even hearing him say my name, "It's a little late for that." He says, "It wasn't my fault. Claire was gonna turn me in. I had no choice!" "And Tony? Karen?" I demand. "Same thing!" Pete yells. "Tony scrubbed the money. He got all skittish. Then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything. It was a mess. I had to clean it up. I just panicked." I gravely ask, "How many more people are gonna die because over this, Pete?" Gun still trained on him. "There's a way out," he then turns to Sam's brother. "This Dean kid is a friggin gift. We can pin the whole thing on him. Okay? No trial, no nothing. Just one more dead scumbag." Dean says, "Hey!" offended.
Pete aims his gun at Dean again, "No one will question it. Diana, please. I still love you." I lower my gun and Pete says, "Thank you." Pete prepares to shoot Dean, and I quickly aim and fire. The bullet goes into his leg. "Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass?" I declare. He yells and grabs me, throwing me to the ground. Sam tried to help, but Pete grabs his gun and aims at him. "Don't do it. Don't do it." I sit up, and he aims at me. Just then, Claire manifests and scares the living hell out of him. I grab my gun and finish the job by shooting Pete in the chest.
