Me and my brothers got to the town library after that talk with Lori. "So you believe her?" Dean asked Sam. "I do," Sam said. "Yeah, I think she's hot, too," Dean said. "Shut up," I said, rolling my eyes. "There's something in her eyes. And listen to this: she heard scratching on the roof. Found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car," Sam said.

Dean stopped, making me and Sam to stop as well. "Wait, the body suspended?" Dean asked. "That sounds like the -"

"Yeah, the Hook Man legend," I agreed. "That's one of the most famous urban legends ever. You don't think that we're dealing with the Hook Man," Dean said. "Every urban legend has a source. A place where it all began," Sam said.

"Yeah, but what about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures and the invisible killer?" Dean asked. "Maybe the Hook Man isn't a man at all. What if it's some kind of spirit?" I suggested.

We sat at a table in the library. The librarian walked over to us and placed a few big boxes in front of us. "Here you go. Arrest records going back to 1851," She said. Dean blow some dust off a box. "Thanks," He said. "Ok," She said and walked away.

"So, this is how you spent four good years of your life, huh?" Dean asked Sam. "Welcome to higher education," Sam said and we opened the boxes and begin reading them.

... ...

It's been hours and we were still looking. "Hey, check this out," Sam said. "1862. A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed 13 prostitutes. Uh, right here, "some of the deceased were found in their bed, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh."."

Dean looked at another page, "Get this, the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaced with a silver hook." I pointed to another page. "Look where all this happened."

"9 Mile Road," Dean read. "Same place where the frat boy was killed," Sam said. "Nice job, Dr. Venkmen. Let's check it out," Dean said. Sam gathered all the research and we left.

... ...

It's was night when we got to 9 Mile Road. We got out of the car. Dean opened the trunk and handed Sam a rifle. "Here you go," He said to Sam.

"If it is a spirit, buckshot won't do much good," Sam pointed out. "Yeah, rock salt," Dean said and he handed it to Sam. "Huh. Salt being a spirit deterrent," Sam said. Dean took out a coil of rope and shut the trunk. "Yeah. It won't kill 'em. But it'll slow 'em down," I said.

We started to walked towards the trees. "That's pretty good. You both and Dad think of this?" Sam asked. "I told you. You don't have to be a college graduate to be a genius," Dean said.

Then we heard noises among the trees and stopped walking. Sam raised his gun and looked around. "Over there. Over there," Dean whispered. Sam aimed the gun and cocks it.

A figure come out from behind the trees. It was a sheriff. "Put the gun down now! Now! Put your hands behind your head." Sam put the gun down at the ground and Dean put down the rope. "W-w-wait, okay, okay!" Dean said as the sheriff came a little closer.

"Now get down on your knees. Come on, do it! On your knees!" The sheriff said. When we kneeled down and our hands were behind our heads the sheriff continued, "Now get down on your bellies. Come on, do it!" We did what the sheriff said. "He had the gun!" Dean said, talking about Sam.

...

"I saved your ass!" I said as we left the sheriff department. We spent the whole night there but after I talked with the sheriff, I got Dean and Sam out. "Talked the sheriff down to a fine."

"How?" Dean asked. "I told him you both were a dumbass pledge and that I was pranking on my big brothers," I said, chuckling. "What about the shotgun and the rope?" Sam asked.

"I said that you two were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank," I said. "And he believed you?" Dean asked. "Yeah," I said, smirking.

Seconds later, several sheriffs ran out of the building and climbed in their cars. We watched as the cars speed away. The three of us exchanged a look and we nodded. We climbed in the Impala and drove after the police cars, but kept distance in case they noticed us.

We drove for five or less minutes, until we spotted Lori. She was wrapped in a blanket and sat in the back of the parked ambulance. Dean drove past her as we looked at her, who spotted us as well.

We parked the car on another street. The three of us get out and walked around to the back of Lori's sorority. "Why would the Hook Man come here? This is a long way from 9 Mile Road," Sam said.

"Maybe he's not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it's about something else," Dean replied. After those words left Dean's mouth, two sorority girls come out the side entrance of the building in their pjs.

Me and my brothers leaned against the side of the house next to some bushes. Dean looked at the girl, who were walking away and smirked. Sam tapped my shoulder and I turned to look at him. He pointed to the top and I nodded. "Guys, sorority girls! Think we'll see a naked pillow fight?"

Then Dean turned around and saw Sam was climbing up onto the balcony of the house. Dean help him up and then helped me up as well. Sam grabbed my hand and I got up.

Then Dean climbed up himself. Once we were up there, we sneak in Lori's window. I got in and then got up. Sam got in after and Dean got in. But Dean fall on top of Sam. "Oh, sorry!" Dean whispered.

"Be quiet," Sam whispered. "You be quiet!" Dean whispered. "You be quiet!" Sam whispered. "Both of you, shut up!" I whispered. I opened the door slightly and saw a sheriff leaving the bedroom. I waited until the sheriff got downstairs and then opened the closet door.

Once we walked in Lori's bedroom, we saw a writing on the wall. "'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?'" I read. "That's right out of the legend," Sam stated. "Yeah, that's classic Hook Man all right," Dean said and he taps his nose, "It's definitely a spirit."

"Yeah, I've never smelled ozone this strong before," I said as Dean moved over to the window. "Hey, come here," Sam said. Dean walked over to Sam and me. Sam pointed to the cross symbol beneath the writing. "Does that look familiar to you?"

Sam, Dean and I went back to the Impala and sat on the hood of the car. Sam hold a picture of the cross symbol that we found in the library. "It's the same symbol," Sam noted. "Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Karns."

"All right, let's find the dude's grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down," Dean said. "'After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery. In an unmarked grave.'," I read.

Now that was annoying. "Super," Dean said sarcastically. We stood up and walked towards the car's doors. "Ok. So we know it's Jacob Karns. But we still don't know where he'll manifest next. Or why," Sam said.

"I'll take a wild guess about why. I think your little friend Lori has something to do with this," Dean said to Sam and we climbed in the car.