"Why would he have tried to kill you?" Sam asked.

"He hates me." Ceara told him.

"Why?"

"I don't know. He just always has."

"What happened to Peter?"

"I already told you."

"There's something you're not telling us."

"It was my fault."

"How?"

"His dad hit him. Not on purpose. He was trying to hit me but he got in the way."

"Eric hit his own son with a car?" Dean asked.

"Not on purpose."

"But why did he hate you?"

"I don't know but I've not been allowed to go to their house for the last two years. He gets mad."

"Was that the first time he tried to kill you?"

"No he's tried for years."

"Why didn't you tell someone?"

"I don't know but I know I should have."

"We should tell his mom."

"No. She'll be mad at me."

"Why would she be mad at you?"

"I thought we were trying to figure out how I can see dead people. Not what happened to Peter."

"Right sorry. Got anything Sammy?"

"Nope."

"Okay I know you don't want to talk to this but we need to know more about Eric."

"Why?" Ceara asked.

"He hit his son with a car."

"What do you want to know."

"Is there anywhere in the house he doesn't let you go?"

"He doesn't want me in the house at all but he doesn't let anyone in the basement."

"The basement? Of course."

"We need to get in there." Sam said.

"Tonight around midnight we'll sneak in."

"Good luck with that." Ceara told them.

"You're coming to."

"Fine."

"We'll pick you up at midnight." Sam told her.

"Okay."

"Who doesn't keep a key under the welcome mat?" Dean asked throwing the mat down. They were at Peter's house a little after midnight.

"Normal people not in tv shows." Sam told him.

"Shut it Sammy."

"Ceara do you know of a way to get in?"

"Peter use to keep his window unlocked and there's a tree right next to it." Ceara told him. "That's how I use to get in."

"Lead the way." Sam and Dean followed Ceara to the back of the house. "There." She told them stopped in front of a tree the lead up to a window on the second floor.

"So we just climb up there and open the window?" Dean asked. "This will be easy." He walked over to the tree and quickly climbed up it. He leaned over to the widow and pulled on it but it didn't open. "Damn it."

"The window pulls down."

"That's stupid."

"I know." Dean pulled down on the window and it slid open. "Yes." He slid through the widow and Ceara and Sam climb up the tree and in the window.

"Where's the basement?" Sam asked.

"The door in the living room."

"Okay let's go and try not to wake anyone up."

"Yeah, yeah." Dean said waking out of Peters room. Sam, Dean, and Ceara walked down the hall and down stairs. The stairs ended in the living room.

"Is that it?" Sam asked pointing to a door by the fireplace.

"Yeah." Ceara told him. They walked over to the door and Dean tried to open it. "Locked." Dean said.

"Great. Do you know where the key is?" Sam asked Ceara.

"No. I don't sorry."

"That's fine. Dean pick the lock. Quietly."

"I'm always quiet." Dean said. He started to pick the lock.

"You okay Ceara?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

"Almost. Annnnnnndddddd got it." Dean said opening the door.

"What are you three doing?" They all froze. Sam turned around to see Eric standing at the top of the stairs.

"We can explain." He told him.

"We can?" Dean asked.

"Get out of my house before I call the cops." Eric told them.

"Right." Sam said pushing Ceara towards the door. "This won't happen again." They all ran outside to the car.

"That went well." Dean said. " Hey Ceara?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Peter buried in that graveyard?"

"He is. Why?"

"His parents live across the street from where he's buried?" Sam asked.

"That's messed up." Dean said. "Let's go take a look at his grave."

"Why?" Ceara asked.

"Call it a hunch."

"Okay. Fine." They followed Ceara into the graveyard and to where Peter was buried.

"What are you looking for?" Ceara asked.

"Not sure yet. Why is that tombstone blank?" Dean asked.

"Don't know but it's been there since Peter was buried."

"What are you three doing here?" Eric asked walking up to them.

"This is a graveyard." Dean said. "We can be here if we want."

"Do you know why this tombstone is blank?" Sam asked.

"That's none of your business."

"You sound like you got a secret there buddy." Dean said.

"Like I said it's none of your business. Now why don't you take Ceara home before I call her dad."

"Right well sorry about your son." Sam told him.

"I'm not." Dean said.

"Dean!"

"No I'm sorry the boy died but he gets no sympathy from me. I mean he hit his own son with a car."

"How do you now about that?" Eric asked.

"Ah forget it. Let's get Ceara home." The three of them started walking towards the car.

"How do you know about that! Did Ceara tell you? Get back here! You'll pay!"

"Don't listen to him." Sam whispered to Ceara. "It's okay." They made their way back to the car and started driving to Cearas house.

"That dudes messed up." Dean said.

"Yeah. Ceara's asleep." Sam told him.

"I thought cars terrified her."

"They do. She must be out of it."

"Must be."

"Ceara? You okay?"

"Hmm?" Ceara opened her eyes. She was outside leaning up against a brick wall. She knew this place but couldn't remember how.

"Ceara?"

"What?" She turned to look at who was talking to her but it wasn't Sam or Dean. It was a boy her age with long blond hair and blue eyes.

"You okay?" He asked. She remembered now. She knew where she was and definitely knew who was talking to her. Of course she did how could she forget his voice so quickly it wasn't that long ago. And where she was. It was imbedded in her memory. The movie theater. But how could she have gotten here? She won't even go down this road anymore. She looked away from him. Looked at the road and the bridge behind it. Then she saw it. Saw something that made her think she was crazy. Eric's car. Facing them. Right across the street. She looked back at the blond. He opened his mouth as if to say something but before he could Ceara had taken off running down the sidewalk away from him. She ran down the sidewalk till she came to a crossroads. She looked behind her. Eric's car was pulling out of where it had been parked and starting down the street towards her. She looked down the road in front of her and saw headlight. And for a few minutes that's all she could see but then she could see the car. A black 1967 Chevy Impala. It turned and went down the street to her left. She ran after it. The car stopped at a stoplight and she ran up to the drivers side window and started hitting it. "Dean! Sam!" She yelled as she hit the window.

"Whoa calm down." Dean said rolling the window down. "What's going on?"

"I don't know." She told him. "You have to help me!"

"Help you with what?" Sam asked getting out of the car and walking over to her.

"Sammy what are you doing?"

"This will sound crazy I know." Ceara told him. "But I think I might have some how gone back in time. And I know that's not possible but you two have seen a lot of impossible stuff as hunters right? But I know you. I know you don't remember me but I'm Ceara and you were trying to help me understand why I can see people who have died when we snuck in to Peters house who was dead and we made his dad mad and he said we'd pay. Then I fall asleep in the back of you car and woke up here. Next to Peter."

"Didn't you say he was dead?" Dean asked who was now out of the car standing next to Sam.

"He was."

"Calm down." Sam said. "You said your name was Ceara?"

"Yeah."

"Okay well take a few breathes. How'd he die? What happened?"

"He was hit by a car. It was trying to hit me though."

"What color car was it?" Dean asked.

"Blue."

"Dark or light?"

"Dark. Royal blue maybe."

"Sam."

"What?" He asked turning around to face him.

"Sam!" Sam turned back to look where Dean was looking.

"Ceara!" He reached out and grabbed her. The car hit the building they were standing by with a loud crash.