"Thanks for coming so quickly." Ceara's father told Sam and Dean as they walked in.
"Of course. On the phone you said Ceara is missing?" Sam asked.
"She disappears at night sometimes. Most nights actually. I have no clue where she is or who she's with. Do you think you can find her?"
"We can try." Dean told him.
"Thank you."
"Come on Joe lets get going." Sam and Dean walked out to the car.
"Where do we start?" Dean asked.
"I saw a picture of Ceara in pointe shoes on a table by the couch."
"So?"
"So that means she's a dancer. So if we could find out if there's a place that has dance classes at this time of night."
"No dance studio has dance classes that start at eleven o'clock at night."
"Okay then maybe a place where you can watch dancing."
"Like?"
"I don't know. Google it."
"Fine. Okay there's a place with dancing about a mile from here."
"Then let's go." He said getting into his car.
"And if she's not there?" Sam asked getting in the car as well.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
"Hello is Ceara here?" Sam asked a man who was standing by the door.
"Yep she's already started but you haven't missed much." He told them.
"Okay thanks." Sam and Dean started walking closer to the crowd of people.
"So she's dancing here?" Sam asked.
"Guess so." Dean said.
"But why not tell her dad?"
"Don't know. She's good though."
"Yeah she is. We need to talk to her before she leaves."
"How long do most dances last?"
"Three minutes I guess. As long as the song does."
"Okay." They waited till she had finished in mostly silence apart from a few comments like "How does she get her leg up so high?"(Dean) or "Can she fly or something?"(also Dean)
"Come on." Sam said and started walking towards Ceara. She was taking off her turn shoes. She was in black leggings and a black spots bra.
"Ceara." Sam greeted her.
"What are you two doing here?" She asked.
"Your dad called us and said you weren't home."
"Okay well I'm here."
"Yes you are. Do you come here a lot? Your dad said your gone most nights."
"I come here a lot yes."
"Okay well we'll let him know your not anywhere dangerous."
"Okay and if you don't mind I need to get going. Sam."
"How do you...?"
"Know who your are? I've got my ways."
"I like this girl." Dean said.
"Thanks. Can I ask why two hunters are pretending to be trauma counselors?"
"We heard about what you do. Being able to see people where they die."
"And you believe me?"
"We've heard weirder. We would like to help you figure out how you got this shall we saw ability? If you want."
"Okay."
"We'll call you in the morning after school."
"I don't think I'm going to school tomorrow."
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"I skip sometime so what?"
"Then we'll call you in the morning." Dean told her.
"Sounds good to me."
"Maybe we can meet you somewhere."
"My dad works and my little brother going to kindergarten. We can meet at my house."
"Sounds great." Ceara grabbed her bag and walked out of the building.
"Do you think she's going home?" Sam asked.
"Why does it matter?"
"What time does your dad get home from work?" Sam asked. It was nine in the morning and they had just gotten to her house.
"Same time school gets out." Ceara told him. "So we're good."
"Then good." Dean said sitting down. "So shall we start?"
"Sure." Ceara said sitting down.
"Okay Sam any questions?"
"Oh well." He sat down. "I guess we should start with when did this all start?"
"Um...I guess two years ago."
"And your mom died when you were five?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Just thought maybe it had something to do with it."
"And you said Peter died three months ago right?" Dean asked.
"Yes he did."
"Was there anyone else you were close to that died in the last two years?"
"No not that I remember."
"Okay any accidents you've been in?"
"I think there was a car crash."
"When?"
"Two years ago."
"You would have been fourteen. So you couldn't have been driving."
"No my dad was."
"Okay we'll talk to him about it later. Say it could be a part of this whole trauma thing we're pretending is going on."
"Okay."
"Now I have a few questions about Peter." Sam said.
"Why?"
"Just a few it won't take long."
"Okay. But I might not answer if I don't want to."
"That's fine. You said you were at the movies with him the night he died."
"Yeah so?"
"Was it just the two of you?"
"Yes."
"Okay so were you two dating?"
"No. What would make you think that?"
"Just asking. Sorry I didn't mean to upset you."
"You didn't I just don't see why that matters."
"Right sorry. How long did you know him?"
"Since I was five a few months before my mom died."
"So your childhood friends."
"Yes."
"Okay then it makes sense for you to go to the movies together. How did you two become friends."
"School. Why does this matter?"
"Yeah Sammy why does it matter?"
"I guess it doesn't."
"Can we move on to what does then?" Ceara asked.
"Of course sorry. Well you can only see them where they died right?"
"Right."
"Do you see them the way they were when they died or before that?"
"Both. I don't know why."
"Okay."
"I bet hospital are crazy." Dean said.
"I don't go to hospitals. But yes they are. Which is why I don't go."
"Where is your mom buried?"
"The graveyard about three miles from here."
"Can we go there?"
"I guess if it will help."
"It might."
"You alright Ceara?" Sam asked from the passenger seat.
"Yeah I just hate cars." She told him.
"I'd think so."
"Take a left up here."
"Got it." Dean said. "That it?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." He pulled his car over to the side of the road and parked. "Do you want to wait here?"
"I do but outside of the car please."
"I'll leave the keys with you."
"Thanks." All three of them got out of the car. Ceara stayed by the car while Sam and Dean left. Ceara had been standing there for five minutes when I woman with long blonde hair walked out of the house across the street.
"Ceara?" She asked. "Is that you?"
"Yeah it's me."
"I've not seen you in months."
"I've been busy."
"Why don't you come in?"
"I'm here with someone."
"They can come."
"Um...okay."
"Who's this?" Sam asked as he and Dean walked back to the car.
"That's Peters mom." Ceara told him.
"Oh."
"She wants us to go in."
"Then let's go." Dean said and started walking across the street. Sam and Ceara followed him.
"It's good to see you." Peters mom told Ceara.
"You too. Is Eric here?"
"He's about to be."
"Okay well I can't stay long."
"That's fine dear. Come in." They all walked inside. "Can I get you anything?"
"No, thank you though." Sam told her.
"So you're a friend of Ceara's?"
"Um actually we are her trauma counselors."
"My dad thinks I need them." Ceara told her.
"I'm Joe and this is my brother Joseph."
"I'm Mary."
"It's nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too."
"We heard about what happened to your son and we are so sorry."
"Oh thank you."
"So the car just hit him?" Dean asked.
"I guess so. He was on the sidewalk though so I don't know how."
"The sidewalk?"
"Yeah in front of the movie theater."
"How do you accidentally hit someone on the sidewalk?"
"I have no idea."
"Ceara? What happened?"
"Why are you asking me?" She asked.
"Because you were there."
"He was hit by a car."
"Were you standing next to him when it happened?"
"Yes."
"How did you not get hit?"
"I..." Ceara stopped when the front door opened.
"What's she doing here?" Peters dad Eric asked.
"I was invited in." Ceara told him.
"I saw her across the street." Mary told him. "And this is Joe and Joseph. Her trauma counselors."
"Oh you have trauma counselors now? I didn't even know you had trauma."
"I don't but my dad thinks I do." Ceara told him.
"And where did you get this trauma?"
"I have to go." Ceara quickly left the house.
"We should get going." Sam said.
"Okay well it was nice to meet you." Mary told them. Sam and Dean walked out to meet Ceara who was standing by the car.
"We need to leave." Ceara told them.
"Why? What's going up?" Sam asked. "Don't you know them?"
"I do but...can we just go?"
"Why do you want to leave so badly?"
"Eric hates me."
"I thought you were friends with his son." Dean said.
"I was but he's never liked me."
"Did you do something?"
"I don't think so but we really need to go."
"Your dad won't be back for a few more hours."
"That's not it."
"Tell us what's going on and then we'll go."
"Fine. He wants to kill me. Can we go now?"