"Mandy, I can handle myself." Megan sighed. "The place isn't haunted, I promise you. The oujia board didn't release an evil demon or anything, I promise."

"But Meg, what if it did? I just saw that vase move, I promise! Just call your dad, he's a ghost buster, isn't he?" Mandy, Megan's insistent roommate said, eyes wide in fright.

Megan rolled her eyes. "No. He's busy, y'know, in New York while I'm here, standing in a salt circle."

Mandy frowned, crossing her arms. "Those cute boys who came through said it'd ward off ghosts!"

"You mean Agents Page and Plant? They're full of shit, and you know it." Megan frowned, remembering the Winchester's visit upon her father's insistence.

"Right, you remember how to handle salt and holy water and all your prayers, right Meggy?" Dean grinned, obviously amused that her father was so worried about her.

"Yes Dean, you smug asshole. I remember. How could I forget?" she replied, crossing her arms defensively. "After my last roommate got possessed and DIED, yes, I'd think I'd fucking remember."

"Bit angry there, huh?" Sam replied, raising his eyebrows.

"You can go now, Sammy. I'm fine, Manda's fine, no deaths this semester and I still have my handgun in my bedside table. Leave." She sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "Please. I'm not eight anymore, and neither of you are my guardian angel."

It was then that Megan saw a shadow lurking around the corner of her shared apartment. Ghost or demon, she couldn't tell, but her handgun was still in her bedside table but she had her phone, with the Winchesters on speed dial, as her father and Dean had insisted upon. They were currently working on a case in the next town over, so it wouldn't be so bad calling them need be.

"What are you?" Mandy called, stepping out of the salt circle they were currently in, despite Megan's screaming at her not to.

It was then that the creature, still unrecognisable, decided to strike, beginning to strangle Amanda Fitzgibbon with all of it's might, until her face turned a dead blue, releasing her and waiting outside the salt circle for Megan to make a false move.

"…Fuck." Megan breathed, pulling out her phone, finally recognising the being to be a vengeful spirit, much to her horror. She quickly dialled Dean's number, or the one she knew he'd be using, and shakingly held the phone to her ear. "…Dean? Dean fucking Winchester answer your damn phone you smug fucking asshole!" she screeched, while the phone was still ringing.

After another minute, looking in the face of the killer of her best friend and roommate, Dean picked up his phone, sound casual, like they were researching. "Meggy? What's up?" he asked, sounding confused that she'd called.

"…There's a vengeful spirit and it just killed Manda and it's WAITING for me you smug asshole so come and…kill it, please." She muttered, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice as she spoke. "…Please. If I step outside this circle I'm dead, and my handgun is-"

"Okay, hold up, we're on our way." Megan heard the rustling of sheets of paper, and Sam's voice asking what was wrong. "Just…stay in the damn circle, okay?"

She took a deep breath. "…Okay Dean."

"Stay right fucking there, you understand me? If you move, Megan Robinson-Choi, you'll be dead twice over." He warned, just as she heard a door slam.

"Okay Dean." She replied again, before hanging up and waiting, looking anywhere but at the ghost, who looked deranged, with cuts over its face and neck, still oozing.

After about ten minutes of this standoff, the Winchesters burst through her door, causing her to squeak.

They looked furious, like somebody had touched their most precious possession. "What the hell is this thing?" Dean asked, lips pursed as he does when he's angry.

Megan spoke for the first time then. "I-I…think it's the ghost of somebody who died in this apartment. This…this building's the oldest…" she mumbled.

"…Sammy, check the walls." Dean frowned, before shooting the ghost, getting it to vanish, before helping Megan's shaking form out to his car. "Stay there. Don't move. If anything comes out here, and it shouldn't, scream bloody murder." He told her, before heading back inside, putting salt at the door.

Megan curled up in a ball in the back of his Impala then, appreciating how familiar the feeling was. She'd been in this car before, sitting in the back with Sammy as a four year old, hauled onto them as her father searched for the creature her mother had become.

"Now baby girl, you need to stay with the boys while daddy's away. Do you understand that?" her father had told her, handing her small body over to Dean, who saluted him playfully.

"She's safe with us, Mr Robinson." He replied, as cocky as an eighteen year old could be while handling a four year old.

Sam nodded, "Hey, Dean, hand her to me." He nodded, taking the four year old from him and sliding into the backseat, Megan in tow.

"She's safe with us, Donny." Dean nodded, climbing into the Impala himself, starting up the engine, causing Megan to let out a giggle.

She'd known the Winchesters practically her whole life; they were like the brothers she never had, and never thought wouldn't be there. When Bobby was hunting, she was left with the boys, who played with her and kept her entertained. She always liked Sammy more; he encouraged her to get out and do something different, go to college, get a job.

To be perfectly honest with herself, she did that for Sammy, because she knew he never could. She could drop her hyphenated name, change it, and escape. He never could.

It was about then that the boys came out, looking exhausted. "…We know it's name. Just got to find the grave…you're staying in the car." Dean explained, looking exhausted.

"…I know Dean." She sighed, rubbing her face, exhausted herself. "…Are you going to take me somewhere or just leave me here with a dead roommate?" she asked, running a hand through her hair.

"We'll take you somewhere, don't worry. You'll be safe there." Sam responded, calling somebody on his phone, talking to somebody named Kevin. "Yeah, she'll just be there until it's safe to go back to Yale-"

"Actually the semester finished and I've got my degree so-" she interjected, before being shushed by Dean.

After Sam hung up on his phonecall, he turned to her, interested. "What's your degree in, Meggy?" he asked.

"…Biomedical science." She replied. "Wanted to be a doctor, help people, y'know."

"…Interesting choice." He smiled, leaning over and ruffling her newly-dyed hair. "When'd you dye it this colour, kiddo?" he asked.

"Eh…yesterday. Manda…Manda though it'd look nice." She mumbled, closing her eyes.

He retracted his hand then. "Ah…sorry about that." He sighed, turning back around.

It was a silent drive then, taking them to a graveyard, where Sam and Dean quickly found the bones of the spirit and burned them, taking a few minutes to talk privately.

"She's grown up a lot, hasn't she?" Dean sighed. "Still short though…five two, what a midget."

"She is adopted, and Asian." Sam reasoned, staring at the burning bones. "She wasn't going to take after Donny."

"I guess you're right, she never was." Dean frowned. "…Hard to believe we knew her when she was just three, all smiles and giggles. You really forget that, after what, sixteen years…"

"…We should get back to the car before you start crying about her being too young." Sam laughed, beginning to head back to the car, where Megan was already asleep, having passed out from exhaustion in the back seat.