"Hey!"

"Oh..." Peter said closing his locker to see who was taking to him. "Hey Sarah."

"I didn't know you went here."

"Yep." Peter looked around awkwardly trying to find a way out.

"Oh I heard about what happened to you parents. I'm so sorry."

"Oh thanks."

"You doing alright?"

"Yeah I'm okay. I'm not sure I've gotten to fully process what actually happened yet."

"Why not?"

"Well my mom died then my dad. Then Cearas dad and she had to find somewhere for her brother to stay."

"I didn't know she had a brother."

"Yeah he was adopted. Ethan."

"Where is he staying?"

"With their grandparents."

"And she's not?"

"No. They don't want her there."

"Wow are you the only one who likes her?"

"You just don't know her."

"Are you sure you're not the one who doesn't know her?"

"Pretty positive. We met when we were five. Just a few months before her mom died. I know her better then anyone."

"Oh...well maybe losing her dad did something to her."

"Her dad wasn't a good guy. I mean he pretended to be. He had us all fooled but right before he died she learned that he killed her mom."

"Why?"

"We never figured that out."

"How did he die?"

"The police don't know."

"Did Ceara...?"

"No, no. Definitely not. She was with Sam and Dean."

"Yeah they seem...great."

"Yeah I'm not sure I'm sold on them either."

"You're not?" Peter shook his head and the school bell rang. "I'll see you later." He said then walked away down the hall.

Ceara was sitting and eating a salad, scrolling through her phone when someone sat down across from her. "Did you kill your dad?" Sarah asked her.

"No." She told her taking a bite of her salad without looking up from her phone.

"Oh yeah? Then what did?"

"A ghost."

"Stop lying to me."

"I'm not." Ceara laid her phone down and looked Sarah in the eye. "My dad was killed by the ghost of Tara Jones."

"The woman who was killed by her husband?"

"Yes. She had killed a few others before my dad including her husband. She killed men who killed their wifes. My dad killed my mom so Tara killed him."

"Well you definitely have come on with quite a detailed cover story for yourself."

"Yeah well I have a lot of free time."

"When you're not burning down people's life work you mean?"

"Exactly."

"Do you want to tell me why you did that?"

"Not really and I didn't."

"No?"

"No. You can ask Peter."

"Peter?"

"Yeah he brought us the gas."

"Why?"

"Because I asked him to. I said we need gas and salt and then he brought us gas and salt. And we stood by his car while Sam and Dean burned the place down so I would really appreciate it if you could stop blaming me for this."

"But why would you burn the place down?"

"You want the truth?"

"Yes!"

"Fine." Ceara leaned over the table a little putting most of her weight on her forearms. "We had to burn down your precious little factory because the ghost of Oliver, the original owner of the place, was killing people." Sarah rolled her eyes and went to talk. "I'm not finished." Ceara told her. "Normally how you fix a ghost problem is you salt and burn their bones but Oliver was cremated so we had to find what he was attached to. Which was the building."

"You're insane."

"Probably." Ceara shruged and sat back in her chair.

"Why weren't you at school today?"

"Because I'm done with school."

"How are you done? Peters older then you and..."

"Not done, done. I'm done with it like a quite, I'm not doing it anymore."

"So you're dropping out of high school?"

"Already have but yes."

"Good luck with that." Sarah laughed then got up. "Well I'm going to go visit my dad. Maybe I'll tell him your story. I'm sure he could use a laugh." Sarah left. Ceara moved a few pieces of lettuce around before deciding she just didn't feel like eating anymore. She got up and walked to Peters house. She knocked on the door and waited for a minute. "Hey." He said opening the door. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah."

"Well that was convincing. Come in." Ceara walked inside. "What's up?"

"Ran into Sarah."

"Is she still bothering you?"

"Yep."

"What did she want?"

"She asked me if I killed my dad." Peter rolled his eyes. "Of course she did. What did you tell her?"

"I told her the truth." Ceara said sitting down on the couch. "I told her that the ghost of Tara did it."

"Really?" He sat down next to her.

"And then I told her about Oliver."

"And?"

"And she didn't believe me. She said I was insane. Not that she's wrong."

"But she is. You're not insane or crazy. You're not anything negative."

"Do you believe me?"

"About what?"

"What I can see."

"Yeah. I mean you've proved it by now."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"So you don't think I'm making it up?"

"I never did."

"But you didn't always believe me?"

"No I did. I wasn't sure if what you saw was real but I always believed you could see it. Do you know why you can?"

"Nope." Ceara looked around the room. "You've changed things."

"Yeah. I mostly just took out the pictures of my dad."

"Why?"

"Well we aren't exactly on good terms right now."

"Sorry."

"About what?"

"Your parents are dead because of me."

"That's not true."

"Yes it is. Your dad was shooting at me."

"Yeah so it's his fault."

"But if I wasn't there..."

"It doesn't matter. If he would have hit you instead I would have still thrown out his pictures. Will you actually tell me how you're doing?"

"I shouldn't have come back."

"Why not?"

"Everything has just fallen apart since I did. Maybe I should have..."

"No. I wanted you to come back. And if you hadn't your dad would have still died but Ethan would have still been in the house. He could have seen him and that would have really messed him up."

"Why did he do it?"

"Kill your mom? I don't know."

"I think he tried to kill us too."

"When?"

"The car accident."

"You think he did it on purpose?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Well he can't now."

"Yeah." Ceara checked the time on her phone. "I should get back to the motel."

"I can drive you."

"I don't want to make you get out."

"I don't mind and it be safer."

"Only if it's really okay."

"I'd rather not have to worry about you the whole time you're walking back."

"You don't have to worry about me."

"But I still do. And if you ever get sick of the motel room I've got an extra room."

"Thank you." Peter drove Ceara to the motel. "This place looks lovely." Peter said parking the car in front of her room.

"You should see the inside." She told him.

"Seriously if you decide you want to stay with me just call."

"Thanks." Ceara got out of the car and walked into the motel room. "Hey." She greeted Sam who was sitting on his bed looking at his laptop.

"Hey." He looked up and smiled. "How are you doing today?"

"Fine." She walked over to the other bed and sat down. "Where's Dean?"

"I'm not sure. He's out doing...something. Why? Do you need something?"

"No. Just wondering. What are you doing?"

"Just looking for some hunts. Why?"

"Did you find any?"

"You're bored aren't you?"

"Very."

"Why don't you go hang out with Peter?"

"He probably has homework. Is there anything I can help with?"

"There is but how about we go do something?"

"Do what?"

"What ever you want. You just went through a lot and you've kept you in this room through all of it."

"I'm sure you have more important things to do."

"Nothing's more important then mental health. Come on." Sam closed his laptop and grabbed his jacket. "What kind of stuff do you like to do?"

"Um...I don't know. I don't have a ton of hobbies."

"Well I know you like dancing right?"

"Yeah."

"Then let's start there. There's this dance studio about an hour away. Let's go check it out."

"What about Dean?"

"I'll just text him and let him know we went out for a bit."

"Okay." They left the motel room and headed for the dance studio Sam has found. They decided to take the bus which made the trip more like an hour and a half because of all the stops. The dance studio was a large white building with a sign in front of it that said "Leaps Dance Studio" with a silhouette of a ballerina doing a leap. "Wow." Sam said as the two of you walked off the bus. "This place is huge."

"Yeah it looks a lot nicer then my old one." Ceara told him. "More professional too."

"Why did you quit?" Sam asked opening the door for her.

"Peter died. I quit pretty much everything after that."

"So you've not been out of it that long?"

"No, just four months now. And I still practiced."

"Do you want to start back?"

"Kinda." When you walked through the door their was a large room with a desk on the opposite wall from the door. The woman sitting behind the desk looked up and smiled at them. "How my I help you?" She asked.

"We were curious about your classes." Sam told her leaning against the desk.

"Of course. Here." She handed him a piece of paper and a borcher. "You can also walk around and take a look at the place if you'd like. There are classes going so please be quiet."

"Thank you." Sam said taking the paper and borcher from her then he and Ceara walked down the hallway next to the desk. It was a long hallway went lockers lining the wall on one side and class rooms on the other. Sam stoped and looked through one of the windows into the classroom. "Isn't it weird to just see people watching you?" He asked.

"They can't see you. It's a mirror on the other side." Ceara told him.

"That's awesome. So what class is this?"

"Judging by their shoes I'd say tap."

"Oh I also thought tap was cool."

"Yeah it's fun." Ceara looked down at the list of classes.

"Any of those interest you?"

"Yeah. I mean they have everything. Tap, ballet, hip hop."

"You think you might want to come here?"

"I don't know. It seems nice. There's a website and a phone number on the borcher so I might look it up later."

"Sounds good. What do you want to do now? Are you hungry?"

"A little yeah."

"Want some ice cream?"

"Sure." They left the studio and got some milkshakes then went back to the motel. "Did you get me one?" Dean asked when they walked in. Ceara help out a cup for him and he took it. "Chocolate." She told him. He smiled at her. "Thanks. So where did you two go? Besides to get milkshakes that is."

"We checked out a dance studio." Sam told him.

"Really? For her or for you?"

"For her Dean."

"I thought you already had a studio."

"No." Ceara told him. "I did but a quit when Peter died."

"And you don't want to just start back there?"

"They moved. It's like a three hour drive now."

"Ah. Well that sounds nice."

"Yeah." Ceara sat down on one of the beds.

"So Sammy." Dean said. "Find another hunt?" Sam and Dean talked about possible hunts while Ceara read about the study on her phone till it started ringing. "Who's that?" Dean asked.

"Don't know." She told him then answered it. "Hello?" She rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. "What do you want Sarah?"

"Well you know how I said I was going to go see my dad?" She said.

"Yeah."

"Well I told him your stupid little story about Oliver."

"And?"

"And he...believed you."

"Did he?"

"Yes. Apparently he saw him or something. He wants to talk to you guys."

"Sure. As long as you're not there."

"Haha very funny."

"It's not a joke."

"Whatever. Be there tomorrow."

"Okay." She hung up. "Sarah's dad wants to see us."

"Yeah?" Sam asked.

"Apparently he believes us."

"Hey Jake." Sam said walking up to him. He was outside.

"Thank you for coming." Jake told him.

"Of course. Look we're sorry about all...this." He gestured around.

"No, it's fine. You did all you could. How's Sarah?"

"She's fine."

"A bit of a bitch though." Dean said.

"She's not taking it well I'm guessing."

"She's a little upset." Sam told him.

"About the factory?"

"Yeah. Ceara's getting the worst of it."

"Where is she?"

"We didn't think it was a good idea to bring her here. We left her at the motel with Peter."

"Probably best."

"So Sarah said you saw Oliver."

"Yes. I thought it was just because of the stress but...I saw him. I should have told you but again I thought I was stressed."

"So you're not mad?"

"Of course not. I asked you to fix a problem and then you did. And for that I thank you. I told Sarah to pay you. It should be five hundred."

"You don't have to do that."

"Please it's the least I can do."

"Well thank you. So much."

"Don't mention it."

"We should get going. Ceara needs dinner."

"Of course. I just wanted you to know that I'm incredibly appreciative and not mad at all. And I told Sarah that and that she shouldn't be either so hopefully she'll stop giving you a hard time. Sorry about that by the way."

"Oh please don't apologize. That's a lot for a kid."

Sam and Dean walked into the motel room, Dean was holding a bag full of Chinese food. "How'd it go?" Ceara asked.

"Surprisly well." Dean told her. "Apparently Sarah will be coming with our five hundred bucks soon."

"Nice."

"We brought dinner." Sam told her walking over to the bed she was sitting on.

"Thank you." She told him taking the box he was holding. Sam and Dean sat down with their own food and Dean turned the tv on.

"Really? Doctor Sexy again?" Ceara asked.

"Shut up you love this show." He told her taking a sip of his beer.

"Yeah but I'm a teenage girl. What's your excuse?"

"Shut up and eat your food." They had finished eating and Ceara was starting to fall asleep when there was a knock on the motel door.

"Are you gonna get that?" Dean asked Sam.

"Why can't you get it?" He asked.

"Because Ceara is laying on me."

"She's bearly laying on your arm and she's not even asleep." He said walking over to the door and opening it while Ceara giggled proving his point. "Hey Sarah your dad said you'd be coming."

"Hey." She said handing him the five hundred dollars.

"Thank you."

"Yeah whatever. Just don't like Ceara spend it on all her stupid half shirts."

"Half shirts?" Ceara laughed. "What are you eighty?"

"Do you buy your shirts like that her or them yourself to look edgy?"

"Actually its a combo. And they go down the the top of my pants so I'm not sure you could call them half shirts."

"Well I guess it depends on the length of the shirt." Dean said. "Like if the shirt goes down to your knees then the shirts you wear would be half of that."

"True."

"You guys are idiots." Sarah told them.

"They know." Sam told her. "Thanks again for bringing us this."

"You don't deserve it."

"Well I'm sorry you feel that way." Sam shut the door after Sarah left. He looked at Dean and they both started laughing. "That was...something." Sam said sitting back down on the bed.

"You can say that again." Dean said taking a sip of his beer.