"What are we doing in this town?" Sam asked. They were sitting in a small coffee shop.
"There's just been some weird stuff going on that I thought we could check out." Dean told him. "And it's still close to Peter so if he or her dad needs anything we're close by." It had been a week since that night and Erik hadn't been seen since. Which was a good thing but left Peter on his own.
"I feel awful about what happened."
"We did what we could."
"I just wish we could have done more."
"Well, we couldn't so no reason to dwell on it." Dean looked up at the menu. "Why is all of their food so fancy?"
"It's a coffee shop Dean."
"Well, I hate it." Dean was still looking over the menu when his eyes drifted over to a girl ordering coffee. She was facing away from him. She had on black leggings and a light grey jacket. For some reason there was something very familiar about her.
"What are you staring at?" Sam asked him.
"Hm? Oh I'm just looking at the menu." Dean told him. He went back to look at the girl again but she was walking out the door. He looked out the window looking for her. "Ceara?"
"What?" Dean pointed out the window to where Ceara was standing outside waiting to cross the street. "No way." Sam said. They both got up and walked outside.
"Ceara!" Dean called out to her. She turned around to look at him with wide eyes.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"Forget that. We all thought you were dead."
"I'm sorry."
"No ones mad at you." Sam told her. "Could you just explain why?"
"I couldn't think of anything else to do without getting someone else killed."
"So you faked your own death?"
"It wasn't supposed to be fake but I chickened out."
"Good."
"Don't tell anyone."
"Why not?" Dean asked. "Don't you think they would like to know you're alive."
"No, they probably don't care and either way this is how they're all safe." She told him.
"No one has seen Erik since that day." Sam told her.
"Because I left."
"But he wouldn't know if you came back."
"Can you please just leave me alone."
"We're here to help you."
"You're not helping me by getting everyone I know killed!"
"We don't want that to happen."
"Then go away!" She threw her coffee at him the ran across the street.
"Well." Sam started. He wiped the hot coffee off his face. "I guess I shouldn't have pushed her."
"You got a little something right there."
"That's not funny, Dean."
"Why would she want everyone to think she's dead?" Sam asked when they were back in their motel room. He grabbed a different shirt to change into.
"She's trying to keep everyone safe." Dean told him. "And she thinks this is the best way to do it."
"But it's not."
"I agree."
"We should tell Peter she's okay."
"No."
"What? Why not? He's devastated!"
"She said not to tell anyone."
"So? Since when do you care about what people tell you to do?"
"I don't. But we need to convince her that it's fine if she goes home."
"Why?"
"If she really feels that this is the only way they're safe the second we tell them she'll run off again."
"You're probably right."
"Of course I'm right. I'm always right."
"But how do we convince her that it's okay? And do we even know if it is?"
"We just need her to trust that if Erik comes back we can deal with him."
"Can we?"
"Of course we can!"
"Okay but how do we find her again?"
"I don't know."
"Very helpful."
"Well I don't see you coming up with any ideas!"
"Maybe the coffee shop."
"You think she'll go back there tomorrow?"
"It's all I can think of."
They waited outside the coffee shop till it opened then sat at a table by the window. They waited there for two hours occasionally buying something so no one thought they were weird.
"I don't think she's coming." Dean said.
"Be patient. It's only eight."
"Wait!" Ceara said grabbing onto the jacket of who she was walking with.
"What?" He asked.
"Sam and Dean are in there."
"Okay then you wait here and I'll go in."
"Alright." He walked inside the coffee shop and waited in line to order. Dean was staring out the window looking closely at everyone who passed. The guy who was with Ceara got his coffee then walked back outside to where she was.
"They're looking for you." He told her.
"I know."
"Why don't you want their help?"
"They can't help."
"How do you know that?"
"Because no one can help. It's best if I just stay away."
"Well, I'm not going to argue with you."
"Thank you. Let's go."
"Seriously she's not coming." Dean said after another hour.
"I think you're right." Sam told him.
"Come on let's go look somewhere else." They left the coffee shop and started looking around the small town. They were walking through a place with lots of little shops and places to eat on the left and to the right was a lake with a bridge across it.
"He was at the coffee shop an hour or so ago." Sam said pointing over to a sixteen year old boy with brown hair, green eyes, and wearing a light grey jacket.
"So?" Dean asked.
"Just thought I would mention it."
"We're not look for him we're looking for Ceara."
"I know that but...just forget it. So you said there was some weird stuff happening here?"
"Yep."
"What kind of weird stuff?"
"Well, the biggest one is there's a nightclub not to far from here where a bunch of people have gone missing from."
"And?"
"What do you mean and?"
"Well, don't get me wrong Dean but that just sounds like people."
"It might be but a lot of people have said they've seen people in the mirror of the bathroom when no one else was there and the workers say that things are in different places the next day."
"Might as well check it out."
"That's what I thought."
"Why do you even care about what's going on here?"
"I'm bored and have nothing else to do." Ceara told him.
"Fair enough." They both walked into the nightclub they had been standing outside of.
"Jaden!" A twenty or so year old guy said walking up to them. "What are you doing here?"
"This is Ceara." Jaden told him. "You said she can stay here."
"Oh right. I don't mind if you stay here but all I ask is you stay off the dance floor while people are here."
"I can do that." She told him.
"If you're good I'm gonna go." Jaden told her.
"Yeah I'm fine."
"Call me if you need anything."
"Okay."
"Oh I'm Ashton by the way." He told her after Jaden left.
"Thank you for letting me stay here. I'll try and be gone I'm a few days."
"It's no problem. Why are you here on your own?"
"Ran off."
"Are your parents looking for you?"
"Probably not."
"Okay well, let me show you to where you'll be staying real quick before we open." She followed him across the main room to a door next to a stripper pole.
"Do you have strippers?" She asked.
"No but sometimes when people get really drunk they try to poll dance. It's really funny."
"I need to see that."
"Oh and you can sit up there if you want." He pointed at a little belcony over to the side of the room.
"Okay cool." He opened the door and she followed him down the hall.
"You can stay here." He opened the door to a small room with a bed, a small desk, a few drawers, and a window that looked out to the street. "And my room is just across the hall if you need anything."
"Okay. Why do you even have rooms in a nightclub?"
"Well my dad owns the place and my sister and I have no money so he has the rooms for us if we need them."
"Okay."
"But you don't have to be in here. Again the only place you can't be is the dance floor."
"Can I be by the bar?"
"Sure. You just can't drink or serve anyone. That's where I work so if you get bored and want someone to talk to."
"I probably will."
"This is the place?" Dean said parking infront of the nightclub.
"It looks nice." Sam said.
"Ghost don't just haunt rundown places."
"That's true."
"Seems busy though. That might make this difficult."
"Let's check it out. If it's to busy we can always come back." They walked inside. "Okay it might be to busy." Sam said. There were so many people you could hardly walk.
"We're already here we might as well look around."
"Sounds good. I'll go check the bathrooms. You said there was a lot that happened there right?"
"Yes, and I'll go check the bar."
"Dean."
"What?" Dean walked away towards the bar and Sam turned to the bathrooms throwing his hands up in defeat.
Ceara was sitting on the balcony watching the people below when she saw Sam and Dean walk in. They separated and Ceara claimed down the ladder. She walked down the hall to her room and started looking through her bag.
"Did you find anything?" Sam asked walking up to Dean.
"A beer." He told him lifting up a bottle. "You?"
"Nothing."
"Alright let's go. We'll come back tomorrow." They walked out of the nightclub and towards the car.
"What's on baby?" Dean asked. They got closer and saw that "go home" was written in white spray paint on the side of the car. "Ceara!"