Disclaimer: I do not own this show, or the lovely Sammy-sorry, Sam!- and Dean Winchester.

Present Day

Dean paused outside the door.

It was average size, average coloured, with an average metal handle.

So why was he finding it so hard to push open, like he would normally do for any other door?

Dean sighed and let his head fall forward, until it landed with a dull 'thud' on the door's surface.

Such a close proximity to the space beyond the door allowed him to hear what had been, before, a mere murmur. Now, however, the sounds from within the room beyond the door were clearer than ever before, and the growls had mutated into intelligent speech.

Or maybe the little monsters had just grown louder?

Dean had learnt from his previous...experience, singular, that it wasn't good to leave the animals alone.

Bracing himself, he wrapped a large, calloused hand around the door handle, letting the chill of the metal seep briefly into his skin before turning it, pushing the door open and stepping inside. Silence fell as he walked towards his desk, his footsteps echoing off the colourful walls that his prison was comprised of.

He stopped at his desk, leaving his weapons (one; briefcase, one; white board marker) within easy reach. Finally, he turned to face his enemies. He was outnumbered, about thirty to one. It was going to be a tough battle, but he was fairly sure he would get out alive.

He hoped.

Taking a deep breath, Dean blinked his large green eyes and opened his mouth.

"Good morning, class."

Three days earlier

Sam frowned at the dirt, stabbing at it roughly with his fingers. He sighed loudly and fidgeted uncomfortably, trying to find a comfortable position on the unforgiving ground. He heard a noise behind him and tensed, then relaxed again as he established it had just been a passing cat.

"Sammy. Sammy!" someone hissed from the shadows. Sam narrowed his eyes and peered around the room, his gaze passing over a few broken chairs, a dusty dresser and cracked plaster walls. Finally he paused on a shadow that looked slightly 3D, in the furthest corner of the room.

"What now, Dean?" Sam asked tiredly. Dean leaned forward slightly, until Sam could make out his sharp green eyes and wrinkled brow.

"Stop fidgeting already! I thought you were meant to be the patient one?"

Sam briefly considered ignoring the bait, then frowned angrily.

"Yeah, well, it's kinda hard to relax when you're waiting for a spirit to come and kill you! Why do I always have to be the bait, anyway?"

"Cause you're the innocent one," Dean replied wickedly, chuckling quietly before retreating back into the shadows.

"Stupid brother...shoulda been an only child...shoulda stayed in school..." Sam muttered darkly, then sat back and closed his eyes, breathing out deeply and trying to relax, the way Jess had taught him to before going into exams.

Breathe in...breathe out...breathe in...breathe out...breathe-

"Whatcha doing?"

Sam's eyes flew open and he fell backwards, lying flat on the floor.

""Argh! Dean!"

"It's no good screaming, he can't hear us. And, might I say, that was just a teensy bit girly?" the girl laughed, flickering slightly like one of those old black and white movies. She was about sixteen years old, and dressed in a pleated skirt and mid-riff bearing top, with a school logo on the back. Her hair, which probably would have been blonde when she was alive, was pulled back into a neat ponytail.

Sam bit his lip and glanced away, his heart heavy. He hated meeting the young ones, who could have had a whole future ahead of them, and who would've been such innocent creatures, up until their violent deaths.

Except...in this case, the girl still looked pretty innocent. Well, she certainly didn't seem too malevolent, as she cocked her head and peered at Sam with her large, dark eyes.

"Dean?" Sam repeated, at a loss of anything else to say. He glanced over at Dean's corner and saw his older brother slumped against the wall, his eyes closed.

Sam's heart squeezed to a stop for a second, until he saw Dean's chest slowly rise as he inhaled.

"What did you do to him!" Sam croaked, wanting to crawl towards his brother's side, but he appeared to be stuck to the ground. Sam would've bet the Impala on who was responsible for that trick. He glared at the girl as menacingly as he could.

"You're a little on the twitchy side," the girl/ghost commented, seemingly unfazed by Sam's ultra death-glare. "I mean, take a chill pill much? He's fine, I just put him to sleep for a while. It's one of my tricks." She winked at Sam and flicked her fingers at him. He scrambled into a sitting position and slid backwards a little, watching her through narrowed eyes from a safe distance.

She either didn't notice or didn't mind his scrutiny, and as far as he could tell, she didn't intend to harm him or Dean, who really did appear to be simply...sleeping.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer," she quipped, bending over so she was looking him in the eye. So, she had noticed.

Several escape and attack tactics raced through Sam's head, but he dismissed them all as ridiculous, and decided on his fall back option.

Talking.

"So, uh, if you don't mind me asking, how did you, uh...?"

"How did I what? Kick the bucket? Croak? Bite the dust? Pu-"

"Hey, enough of the euphemisms, alright?" Sam said slowly, seeing that she was upset and, despite his better instincts (considering she was a spirit) wanting to comfort her. She took a deep breath and smiled weakly, attempting to look casual.

"So, what are you doing here? I mean, I've been hanging around this dump for like, two months now, and the only people I've seen are you two, a few mopey chicks and some crazy-ass couple. Not even my friends have come to visit me!" She seemed strangely indignant for a spirit. Not that Sam hadn't seen worse emotions in a ghost before.

"Wait, you've been here for two months? Why haven't you...well, moved on? Is there something that's keeping you here?"

"More like someone," the girl muttered darkly. Sam chewed on his lip, confused and unsure, but she didn't continue, and he wasn't quite sure how to prompt her, without pissing her off.

"Holy je-Sam, look out!" Sam ducked as Dean half leapt, half fell forward, salt gun in his hand. The girl looked bewildered for a second, then she noticed the gun and backed away quickly, eyes wide with terror.

"Oh my-oh my god! Why the hell do you have a gun?" She looked frantically at Sam, who was straightening up, hoping no one had noticed him cowering. He blinked his soft brown hair out of his eyes and tried to smile reassuringly, which is hard to do when you're in an unexplainable, highly awkward situation.

"Oh, uh..." Dejectedly, Sam realised he didn't know her name. And he'd been talking to her for how long?

"Sam, what is it?" Dean hissed, the gun still pointed threateningly in the deceased teenager's direction. She let out a soft whimper, bringing Sam to his senses. He strode over to Dean, who looked more than a little disoriented.

"Dean, put the-put the gun down!" Sam struggled with his older brother for a few seconds, until Dean caved and lowered his weapon. "Dude, look at her. She's harmless!"

Dean turned to look at the girl properly, eyes narrowed in suspicion. She certainly didn't look harmful...but most of the time, spirits didn't. It was part of their evil, twisted mojo, to try and lure you in. But he wasn't going to fall for it!

Suddenly there was a scratching noise, coming from outside the door. Sam shot a warning look at Dean, then walked over to check it out.

Dean was by the ghos's side in a flash, eyes no larger than slit's.

"I don't know what you've said to my brother to convince him you're the new Casper, but you haven't fooled me, and I swear, you lay a single finger on him and I'll-"

"Ew!" she squealed, wrinkling her nose in a decidedly un-evil kind of way. "Dude, that's like...gross. Have you seen how old he is? I mean, he's definitely hot, and he's a sweetheart, and I know a few girls my age who would definitely be all over him by now, especially that Rachel Wall...anyway. Point is, I don't want to hurt him," she reiterated, placing so much emphasis on the word that Dean could almost feel it physically feel it hanging in the air between them.

"O...kay then," Dean nodded slowly, feeling slightly unnerved, not to mention humiliated that a teenage girl was making him freeze up like this. He would take an angry spirit any day!

"Dean, why can't you just be civil for once?" Sam sighed as he returned to them. The girl stepped away from Dean and smiled brightly at Sam, who smiled distractedly back. "It was just some rats." Sam ignored the shudder Dean tried to repress, and continued.

"Look, um, I'm sorry, but you really need to get outta here. See, we're waiting for something, something bad, and I really don't want you to be caught in the middle of it."

The girl seemed to blush, but got over it quickly and moved on to looking intrigued.

"Wait, you're not looking for like, a big creature, that looks kinda like, a human gone wrong? And smells like, rank?" Her eyes glazed over slightly as she remembered the smell. No one should be subjected to something like that, not even dead people.

"You've seen it?" Dean asked sharply, immediately suspicious again. "When?"

"Well, when I...died, I kinda didn't have anywhere to go. So I hung out here...and that thing, the fugly one, it came by one night, and it had a, a...girl," her voice dropped to a whisper and there was pure repulsion in her voice. "I'm not sure if she was dead when she came in, but she certainly was by the time it was done with her. I didn't get to talk to her after, but the same thing happened to another two girls and one guy, and I got to talk to some of them-"

"Wait, what do you mean, you talked to them?" Sam interrupted curiously. "Like, them them, or their spirits?"

She paused, biting her lip, and frowned.

"I dunno...it's kinda hard to explain. But I've seen movies, right? Like, horror ones. In those stories, the people who die turn into ghosts and like, haunt people, you know? But most of the time, the people can't see them. With these guys it was like...they wanted to leave, they just couldn't. But otherwise, they were like their normal selves." She glanced at the brothers from beneath her lashes; as if afraid she'd said the wrong thing.

But they didn't notice; they were too busy frowning and puzzling over this new development.

Suddenly the girl straightened up and started to back away towards the window.

"Look, uh, hate to break up all the partying, but the thing is coming back, so I'm gonna...split." She paused, with one leg hanging out the window, as she glanced back at Sam. "It was cool talking to you, you know. If you...if you can figure out how I can, you know, move on...come find me, okay? See ya," she finished, flicking her hand in farewell at Sam, before leaping out the window.

Sam blinked, unsure of what had just happened; it had all happened so quickly. Did he really still not know her name?

"Ha, looks like someone's got an admirer!" Dean snickered, elbowing Sam sharply in the ribs. Sam shoved him right back, not noticing as Dean stumbled slightly, then blushed and regained his balance.

"Dude, what's with the tough love?"

"Something weird was going on here, or did you not notice, Dean?" Sam asked sharply, glaring at Dean.

"Yeah. She picked you over me! Now that's gotta be a blue moon kinda thing, right?" Dean laughed at his own joke, then froze as they heard something stirring outside. The two men looked at each other.

"That sounded like a body," Sam said dully.

"Like a heavy, deadweight body," Dean echoed, equally serious. Then he frowned, snaking his gun out of his pocket in one easy motion. "C'mon. We can solve this puzzle later; now, we have lives to save." Dean struck a pose, and Sam laughed, shaking his head.

"Sure Dean. Whatever you say."

Two days earlier

Dean smiled in his sleep, rolling over onto his stomach and burying his face in his pillow.

"Mmm, pork," he mumbled sleepily, dribbling a little. Rolling over even more so that he was on his side, he blinked sleepily, frowning at the blurred object in front of him.

Had there always been a lamp there? Dean blinked again, wiping the sleep away from his eyes, then screamed when the blur refocused into a very creepy Sam, his face uncomfortably close, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Sammy!" Dean roared, then paused to clear his throat. "Sammy," he repeated, in a much deeper tone. "What the hell!"

"Finally, I thought you were going to sleep forever!" Sam cried, leaping to his feet, and almost smacking his head on the motel's low ceiling. "Look, what happened yesterday has been bugging me all night, and so I hit the internet and-"

"Wait, you've been up all night?" Dean grumbled, taking in all the discarded mugs for the first time, and noticing the scent of coffee hanging in the air.

"Doesn't matter," Sam dismissed agitatedly. "Look, so, that girl, she had a logo on her uniform, okay? So I looked it up and found the school, but that's not all...!" Sam paused dramatically, hugging his laptop to his chest. Dean made 'go on' motions with his eyebrows, and Sam beamed.

"Look at this!" Sam swivelled the laptop around to show Dean the screen. At first he thought he was just looking at an article on the girl's school; nothing special. What you'd expect from a fairly upper class area. But then something near the bottom of the page caught his eye; a roughly fifty word article, just something small. But it was the picture that he was interested in.

"Local superhero responsible for bad guy banishment," he read aloud, studying the slightly blurred, black-and-white picture of the 'superhero'. His eyes slowly travelled upwards to meet Sam's; it might have been the coffee, or maybe it was the rush from discovering the new clue. Either way, Sam's eyes were unnaturally bright. Dean looked down again, then swore under his breath.

"You can't be serious, Sammy!"

"Dean, we're going back to school!" Sam cackled triumphantly, then collapsed onto his bed in a deep sleep.

A/N: Hey guys, thanks for reading! So, this story is completely experimental, so depending on the response it gets, I might take it down and work on something else instead. So, please tell me what you think! Reviews are awesome (you know it!)