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After she finished retelling the story, the Winchester boys could tell she was becoming emotional again and Sam tried to break the silence - and thus her train of thought, "So both that man and your parents died at that same spot?"

Cassie looked up at him, "As far as I know."

But Dean interupted, noticing a fatal flaw in her story, "So how did your dagger get bloody then? If you had nothing to do with it?"

Cassie looked over at him, "I was walking down the road after the police where done questioning me and they took my statement. It was then that I found it, in a ditch - a half a mile down."

She gripped it tighter before lifting it towards them so they could examine it themselves, "It's not mine."

Dean shut the hotel door behind him and threw the book on the bed, next to Sam.

Sam looked up from his laptop and picked it up, "A Grimoire Dean? You stole a wiccan's book of shadows?"

Dean shrugged, "It's like she's a real witch - not the kind we've dealt with anyway. Let's just see if there's anything in there that will collaborate with what she told us tonight."

Sam huffed, flipping quickly through the pages, "And then what - explore the crime scene? I mean what are even dealing with here Dean?"

Dean wandered over to the small fridge and picked out a dark beer, "First things first."

Grabbing another one, Dean threw it over to Sam, who caught it easily, "Yeah I guess - but then to work - okay?"

That night as Sam continued to do some research, Dean fell into a deep slumber. His dreams were anything but peaceful. He watched as a faceless girl walked across the front of their beds, stopping at the foot of Sam's. She turned and looked at him and a pair of glowing eyes and a sinister grin appeared on her face. Dean tried to get up, but he couldn't move. He watched as she turned and raised a knife over his brother's sleeping form. With a swift movement she brought it down. Bringing the knife back up she proceded to bring it down.

"Sam!." he shouted.

"Dean, wake up." Sam said, shaking his brother. He'd been looking through the book Dean had given him when Dean had started shouting.

Dean got up from the bed and slightly pushing Sam aside, joined his brother on frowning down upon her, "So it was you."

Cassie stood up, "What? I just got here. My boyfriend bailed on me and I was just trying to use a protection spell on you guys."

They both just continued staring at her.

"You know in case you guys are right and there's something killing people while their driving into town."

Sam shrugged, "Hm. Can't hurt. What were you trying to do?"

Cassie lifted the shards up in her hand, careful to balance them within her grasp so they wouldn't cut into her flesh, "Just placing a couple of healing herbs and purified water into this jar - but now that it's brok-"

She stopped when she finally saw past the two tall men in front of her and into the hotel room. Staring back at her was her very own Book of Shadows, sprawled out onto the bed. She pushed herself past them and hastily mae her way over to it, "What are you guys doing with my book?"

After a moment's hesitation form them, she angrily turned on her heel to face them, "Why do you have my book?!"

"Is there any way that anybody else has been able to look into your book?," Sam asked.

Cassie shut it, placed it under her arm and waved the notion off, "Well it's not like I let just anybody into my room, y'know. So unless Carlee took it I doubt it-"

Suddenly realising that maybe Carlee had something to do with it, Dean and Sam bolted, leaving Cassie behind.

Why did there have to be more? Why couldn't things just be simple and easy for once?...Oh, that's right 'cause we're the Winchesters Dean cranked the volume on a Metallica cassette. For once in his life, he wanted something to just be simple, be he knew he was asking for too much.

"Dean, we need to talk to Carlee again. See if we can get anything out of her. Maybe she does know something." Sam said, lowering the volume of the music.

"Better hope so, 'cause I ain't in the mood to deal with any big demon right now."

Dean pulled up in front of the house. The first thing they noticed was that all the lights were off.

"Think she's asleep?" Sam questioned.

"Before 11 and before her sister is home? I doubt it. Something's up." Dean said as he got out of the car.

"What are you gonna do, just knock?"

Dean looked like he was thinking for a second before saying, "No, you are. She's your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend." Sam argued.

"Yeah, whatever, let's just go."

The boys ran past her, making sure to check any apparent corners a spirit, demon, etc., could jump out at them from. Once the coast was clear, Sam began to untie Carlee, starting with the gag around her throat, "What the hell happened Carlee?"

Carlee looked back up at him, terrified to tell him the truth, afraid to admit what she really saw. For admitting it, would make it real, and it was just to crazy - or was it?

Swallowing hard, Carlee closed her eyes for a moment, trying to reason - trying to understand what she was about to say. Knowing there was no way to actually say it though, she opened her eyes, looked up at them - and just said it, "My parents tied me up."

Dean caughed nervously, "Your dead parents?"

"I wasn't there - I have no idea," Carlee protested.

Sam pulled Dean aside, by the arm, "Dean what if somehow they inadvertantly became zombies?"

"Yes."

Sam continued, "Maybe Cassie, in trying to bless the grounds her parents died at, did something to bring them back-"

"Yes."

"And now, her zombie parents are trying to kill people on the same night they died and come back here and tie up their daughter?"

"No."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Why are you disagreeing now?"

Dean folded his arms, across his chest, "Because, I'm assuming for any of this to have really worked, Cassie would have have to have been at accident site a year ago too - not just a week ago."

Sam turned to Carlee, "So was your sister there that night?"

Carlee nodded, "Actually she was thrown from the car."

Dean let out an exasperated sigh, "And you couldn't have mentioned this a little earlier?"

Carlee stood up, "You think my sister really turned my parents into zombies?"

Dean smirked, "Let's just hope not the George A. Romero kind, huh?" Jabbing lightly at his brother, Sam rolled his own eyes and sighed.

Carlee got up and walked over to a desk by the sofa, "Maybe Cassie was so confused with that night that she said a blessing spell that inadvertantly braught my parents back to life a year after they died."

Dean nodded, "I think if that's the case, we should try to find Cassie befre your parents do."

"Why?"

Sam agreed, "Because they're usually not happy with being disturbed and reanacting their death by killing innocents. I still think, there is more to this accident, than what you're telling us Carlee. Look if you know anything else-"

"Like how your sister was actually in the car with your parents - that would have been nice to know," Dean huffed.

Sam just looked at him for a moment before continuing, "Yeah like that," returning his gaze towards Carlee, "it would be great if you told us now."