Crowley had been letting Bobby do most of the talking, asking all the questions, seeing if anyone had seen a ghost. It was really for the best because Crowley didn't really do talking when it came to investigating people. Instead, he was all for more . . . well, physical means. However, since he really wasn't really doing that much, the demon was beginning to get bored.

As they walked around the small town, Crowley began to tickle the back of Bobby's neck and tried to sneak in a few kisses which Bobby easily hit him for.

"Will you stop that?" muttered Bobby. "We're working right now you idjit."

"But I'm bored," Crowley replied softly with a smirk.

"Later," Bobby responded as he hit Crowley's hand again.

Crowley rolled his eyes in response but stopped as he continued to follow Bobby around. Finally, as they felt like they might as well go back now; an idea had snuck itself into Crowley's brain. They hadn't found anything else yet so it made sense. "What if she was from a different town?"

"What do you mean a different town?"

"Well her ghost seems only really focused by that river side. It's always possible her remains maybe washed away and are stuck down there. It would explain why we've found so little on anything about her," replied Crowley.

Bobby thought about this for only a few seconds when he decided that it Crowley's idea made perfect sense. "Let's go back to Cas and Sam," he said. "We can see how many towns are around this one and then check each one out. That was a good idea."

"Thank you," replied Crowley with a smile. "Come on, let's go now. There's clearly nothing here."

Sam jumped slightly when Gabriel appeared next to him back at Bobby's place. "Where's Dean?" asked Sam.

"He's driving. I offered to fly him over but he didn't seem to happy about that I idea."

"I'm not surprised," muttered Sam with a sigh. "So, did anything interesting happen while Cas and I were doing our research. Speaking of which, we haven't gotten anywhere in that."

"Sorry to hear that kiddo but I think you'll be interested in what happened down by the river."

"What happened?" Cas asked as at that moment he then walked into the room, his head cocked to the side per usual.

Gabriel sighed as he replied, "We have a name now."

"You mean the ghost told you her—"

"No. I wish she had but she didn't. The name that I got was Jonathan. I'm guessing that he was her lover or husband or something."

"Well that at least gives us a clue. Why is that a bad thing?" Sam asked, confusion crossing the younger Winchester's face.

"The only reason I was able to get the name is because she yelled it out and then ran over and hugged me," replied Gabe. "Have you ever been hugged by a ghost? It's not exactly the most pleasant of situations."

"She hugged you? But why?"

"That's what I'd like to find out as well," Gabriel responded. Suddenly, he paused for a second, looking like he was listening to something, when he said, "Crowley and Bobby are back."

A few seconds later, the hunter and demon walked through the door and into the room where the group, except Dean, were gathered. Crowley looked slightly pleased with himself and Bobby certainly looked a little bit happier than when he had left.

"What do ya' got Bobby?" asked Sam.

"Well, nothing yet but Crowley came up with an idea. What if she's from a different town?"

"She seems focused on that river so maybe her remains got washed down from a different area," Crowley added as Sam looked thoughtful.

"What are you thinking off?" Cas asked as he looked at Sam. "What have you come up with?"

"It's just that . . . well, there was one really devastating storm but it didn't hit this town to hard, a bunch of injuries and trashed buildings but no deaths. However, some of the surrounding areas were much worse. Of course, I didn't check any deeper than that because I didn't think I needed to."

"What are we waiting for then?" asked Bobby. "Let's figure out who this ghost is!"

Everyone either opened laptops or grabbed newspapers as they looked for anything in the surrounding towns. The fact that they now had several theories meant that no one really noticed the time passing. Until Castiel finally pointed it out, being the first to notice.

"Dean still isn't back."

Frowning, Sam pulled out his cell and quickly called his brother but only the voicemail answered him back. He tried call several of Dean's other phones but he didn't answer. "Where is he?" muttered Sam. He was now wishing that Gabriel had flown him over, even if Dean had only gone kicking and screaming. He looked up to ask Cas if he could go see where Dean was but the angel had already gone. Sighing, Sam hoped that nothing bad had happened.

When Cas appeared beside the river, he couldn't help the look of surprise that passed over his face. Dean was sitting against a tree, the ghost draped over him sobbing at the top of her lungs. Dean, upon seeing Cas, gave a slight shake of his head. He looked down at the ghost and tried to get out from under her. However, she didn't let him.

Cas moved forward and at the sound of his footsteps the ghost turned towards him. "Where is my Jonathan?"

"I . . . don't know," replied Cas, deciding that saying he was dead (which he probably was) wouldn't help. "He's defiantly not here though."

"He was here. He was here but now he's . . ." she trailed off into sobs again. When she stopped, she looked back at Cas and then Dean saying, "Why can't I be you two?"

"I'm sorry?" Dean suddenly asked, confused by her words.

"You two are so happy. It's not fair! Why do you two get to be so happy and not me?"

"Um . . . well you see I don't really know," Dean replied, extremely unsure of what to say in his position. "Uh, we could . . . I don't know . . . help you find Jonathan?"

"Please help me! I need to find Jonathan!"

Dean tried to move away, finding that he finally could. He walked backwards towards Cas as he replied, "I will help you we just . . . need time. Just—"

But he was cut off as Castiel flew him off and they were in Bobby's living room.