"Sorry, Dude." Dean said as he slid into the seat next to the gangly teen who was typing into the computer. "Coach held me up."

"No problem." Sam said almost absently. "I actually just got here. I pounced on the computer as soon as I saw it was free." Dean nodded and angled his chair to get a better look at what the younger man was doing.

"So how do we want to tackle this assignment?" He asked as he took his Folk Lore notebook out of his book bag, laid it on his lap, and pushed his glasses back up on his nose.

"Well, I looked up hauntings, and there are so many I wouldn't know where to start." Sam said pointing to the list on the computer screen. I thought about doing Bloody Mary, but then I heard the kid with the spiky green hair say that was what he was going to do. So honestly, I have no clue. What are your thoughts?" Sam asked and turned to the older man. Dean shook his head.

"Well, I guess a haunting sounds good to me. We could narrow the search down by state."

"California?" Sam asked.

"Nah. Let's do Oregon or Washington state. Let's take this out of California. Maybe we could do some actual on foot research." Sam turned to Dean.

"Really? On foot?"

"I'm all for researching and looking up stuff, but I'm an engineering major for a reason, I'm definitely hands on. Let's just pick something we can actually go check out. Get pictures for our power point presentation."

"Then why not do one in California?"

"Because everyone in the class is going to do one that is easy and close. So, we could make ours stand out and be different. Come on Sammy." Dean smiled. Sam rolled his eyes and laughed.

"It's Sam."

"Yeah, whatever dude." Dean laughed and put a hand on the mop haired boy's shoulder. "So, Oregon?" Dean asked. Sam smiled and nodded.

"So, Oregon." He typed into the search engine for hauntings in southern Oregon. The boys sat there in front of the computer for hours. They found lots of things, but none of which they thought were useful. Dean took notes while Sam looked through pages and pages of websites that boasted real information on hauntings in Oregon. Dean noted the web site name and what little information they gleaned from them. Most of them were bogus and were full of misspellings and crazy talk. Somewhere in the third hour, while they were chasing links regarding a haunting in a house in a wooded area of southern Oregon, Sam slammed his hands down on the computer desk and leaned away from the screen. "I'll be blind if I keep looking at this screen" Sam said and got up. "You give it a try for a little while, I'll take notes." Dean nodded and they continued chasing the tail of this supposed haunting. They were almost at a break through when the media specialist came up behind them and said,

"Excuse me boys." They both jumped. They looked at her and then at each other and then started to smirk. Dean looked up at the tired woman.

"You want us to leave don't you?" She laughed.

"Dean, it is time to go. You've been here for hours. You need sleep."

"Yes ma'am. We'll be out of here in a few minutes."

"Dean." she said warningly. Dean turned on his most charming smile.

"Two more minutes? Just long enough to write some stuff down?" She didn't seem like she was going to break, and Sam was hurriedly gathering his things. "Come on Gretta. You are my favorite media specialist." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Five more minutes and then you need to be out of here."

"Thank you!" he said and they both heard Getta mumbling about charming young men as she retreated.

"You know the librarians?"

"I've been here four years. I have spent more time here than on the football field. Yeah. I know them by name." Dean took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and stretched. He put his glasses back on and looked at Sam.

"Come on. Let's get out of here, go get some coffee and go over our notes." Sam nodded and stood and bent back trying to crack his back, back into place after hours of sitting and starring at a computer.

They arrived at the coffee shop that was just off campus and took a seat and each ordered a cup of black coffee and while they waited for their order, Dean took out his notebook and put it on the table.

"Okay, what do we think?"

"I think there are a lot of nut jobs out there in the world Dean."

"I'm more than inclined to agree. Thanks sweetie." He directed the latter to the waitress who brought them their drinks. She smiled and blushed. Sam ignored him after rolling his eyes at the older man. When the young woman who had brought their drinks disappeared back behind the counter, Dean turned his attention back to the younger man. "Well, from what we have gathered, this place is somewhere just outside of Chiloquin, Oregon, out in the middle of nowhere from the looks of the map we printed. And the house has been abandoned for years. It looks like the owner lives somewhere out east, and the locals avoid the house at all costs, saying that something is in there. One report said that they felt cold and then they felt like someone was trying to strangle them. But well, that report was from before I was born so who knows what that person was tripping on." Dean said and sipped his coffee."

"So, it could be a ghost, or just a bad acid trip. Is that what you are telling me?" Sam asked.

"I guess. But then we can't forget that newspaper report that talked about that girl going missing in the woods in that area. So maybe she found the old house, went inside and the ghost killed her?" Dean suggested.

"Come on. This is all just crap. You know that, right Dean."

"Well, of course it is." Dean rolled his eyes. "The girl probably got killed and eaten by some wild animal." He sighed. "But we have to humor this nut job we have for a teacher. If we think like this is a big joke than our paper will come out sounding like the same. So let's just agree right now to pretend like this is actually plausible, and follow the research, and see what happens. If nothing else it will be an awesome adventure." Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Yeah. True. Okay. So we'll pretend for the moment that perhaps this…" he stopped and smiled when he said, "ghost." He licked his lips and continued. "Took this girl and strangled her and she is still in this house. My first question is why exactly why would the ghost kill her in the first place?"

"Good question." Dean said and wrote it down on the next page of his note book.

"And then say if it is a malevolent sprit…whose spirit is it?" Dean nodded and wrote down that question as well. "And say for giggles that we go up there, how do we figure out if it is a ghost or not?" Dean continued to jot down Sam's questions. "Then say, we did figure out how to see the ghost and find it. Yay for us. Then what? We are supposed to figure out how to kill our legend or ghost. How in the hell do you kill something that is already dead?" Dean continued to write.

"Okay. I think that sounds like a good start. I say we make a trip up there this weekend and do some digging."

"What? This weekend?"

"Yeah, leave on Friday afternoon, get there by Friday night lay low and then see what we can find out."

"Dean. I have classes on Friday."

"Skip them."

"But…"

"Oh come on. Skipping one Friday won't kill you."

"How are we gonna get there?"

"I'll drive."

"I don't' know Dean."

"Sammy. Let's just do this. Let's have this adventure. Because for the rest of our lives we are going to be sitting behind a desk, making money, to pay the mortgage, to feed our wives and kids. There isn't going to be another time in our lives where we can go do something like this. What do you say?" Dean's smile and enthusiasm was contagious, Sam found himself smiling and nodding.

"Okay. This weekend. Let's do this."