"Dean...Dean, calm down." Sam said. Dean was kneeling in front of the side of his car staring at the paint. "She's just upset."
"Yeah well now I'm upset." Dean said standing up and making eye contact with him.
"We'll wash it off."
"We'll wash it off." Dean mocked then got in the car. Sam walked around and got in the passenger side. "How could see do that to baby?" Dean asked.
"She's scared Dean. She's a little girl whose afraid of losing anything. And she thinks that us being here will put the people she loves in danger."
"I'm still mad about it."
"We need to help her."
"I know."
"We'll she's obviously here so when we come back tomorrow maybe we can talk to her?"
"That is if she doesn't leave."
"Let's just hope she doesn't."
Sam and Dean returned to the nightclub the next night. There were noticeably less people.
"This should be easier." Dean said parking the car.
"Much. Okay so check out the place and also look for Ceara."
"Got it." They got out of the car and walked inside.
"I'm gonna go check out the bathroom again and see if I can maybe look at some back room." Sam said.
"Okay. I'll see if I can find Ceara." Dean walked off over to the bar area. Ceara was sitting at the end of the bar drinking a root beer. He walked up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Hey." She turned around to look at him. "What are you doing here?" She asked.
"We're just checking out the place. We heard some rumors about it possibly being haunted so we're just checking it out. What are you doing here?"
"I'm staying here."
"Do you think that's safe?"
"Um...I don't know."
"Okay well if you're staying here have you noticed anything?"
"Yes. But it's not ghosts. But someone had died in one of the closets."
"Can you show me which one?"
"Sure." She stood up and lead Dean down the hallway past her room and to the closet at the end of the hall. "It's this one." She told him.
"Okay." He opened the door and looked inside. "Can you tell me what the person looks like?"
"Yeah. He's a man. He looks about forty."
"Forty?"
"Maybe. He could be older."
"That's just not what I was expecting."
"How do you see him?"
"He's in the back corner. Laying in the floor."
"Can you tell how he died?"
"Not really. But there's no blood."
"None?"
"No. But I don't always see that kind of stuff."
"Okay. That's actually very helpful. You make this a lot easier. Is there anything else let that?"
"It the woman's bathroom. In one of the stalls. A young woman. I don't know maybe thirdy."
"Have you asked about this?"
"No. I don't know how to without them thinking I'm crazy."
"Yeah...let's find Sam." They walked out of the hall and saw Sam coming out of the men's bathroom. "Ceara!" He said walking up to them. "How are you?"
"Fine." She told him.
"She was just telling me about two people that have died here." Dean told him.
"Two? Where?"
"The closer and the woman's bathroom. Did you notice anything in there?"
"Yeah it's freezing."
"You've not been in there have you?"
"No." Ceara told him. "But I can after closing."
"That be great." Sam told her. "You have our number."
"So she's just staying there?" Sam asked. They were back in their hotel room. "In a nightclub?"
"Yeah." Dean told him.
"Why?"
"How would I know?"
"You talked to her."
"Not about that." Sam's phone started ringing. "Find anything?" He answered.
"No." Ceara told him. "There's nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Nope."
"Okay. Thank you." He hung up the phone.
"So no one died in the bathroom?" Dean asked.
"Guess not. But we is it so much colder in there?"
"Is that the bathroom where people see the ghosts?"
"Yeah."
"But no one died there?"
"No. But someone did die in the woman's bathroom."
"Could it be her that they're seeing?"
"From what I've heard people are seeing a man?"
"What age?"
"A young man. Twenty maybe."
"Twenty? That makes no sense."
"I know. I don't understand what's going on there."
"Maybe something happened in one of the rooms Ceara hasn't been in?"
"Possibly. We should go look around with her."
"Why?"
"Because it could be dangerous. I'm not going to have her do something that could put her in danger."
"She doesn't seem to want our help so why would she want to help us?"
"She already has help us though. She's told us what she knows about that place and she checked out the bathroom for us. She's already helping."
"We're not going to be allowed in most of the building."
"But Ceara is."
"When do you want to go back?"
"I'm not sure. I'll text her and see if she has a preference."
"Okay. So how are we supposed to help her?"
"I don't know. We need to get her to trust us."
"How are we supposed to do that?"
"I don't know. Should we bring Peter out here?"
"I'm just not sure that's a good idea."
"But he could help."
"But he could also cause her to run off again."
"I just don't know how to get her to trust us and believe that we can help her without him."
"I just don't know about it. Maybe we should wait and check out the nightclub. Then maybe she'll see that we could deal with that and she'll know we can help her."
"Maybe you're right."
"Hey Ceara." Sam said walking up to her. It was two days later and she was standing outside the nightclub.
"Hey." She said. "The club is closed tonight and most everyone is gone so I thought it be a good time to look around."
"Why is it closed?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. The owner called today and said not to open tonight, but no one knows why."
"That's strange." Sam said.
"We're going to need to get you a hotel room." Dean told her. They walked inside. The building was empty and dark.
"Whose still here?" Sam asked.
"Right now no one. Everyone is out at the moment but some people stay here. I don't know when they'll be back."
"Then let's be quick." Dean said.
"Okay. There is a small kitchen over there."
"Have you been in there?" Sam asked.
"I've been in the kitchen but there's a pantry I've never been in."
"Then let's start there." They walked to the small kitchen. "No stove?"
"This is a nightclub remember? Just a microwave." Ceara told him.
"Right."
"This is the pantry." She opened the door and turned on the lights.
"See anything?"
"Dirt...and some dust. But that's it."
"So no dead bodies?"
"Nope."
"Where else haven't you been?" Dean asked.
"Just like other people's rooms and a few closets."
"I guess we should go check those out." Sam said. They walked through the nightclub and looked through all the rooms.
"There's nothing." Ceara said after looking through the last room.
"Nothing?" Sam asked. "Have you heard any stories?"
"Actually I have heard a few. Ashton, the guy whose letting me stay here told me that stuff gets moved around a lot. And last night I heard one of the bartenders say that they saw someone in the bathroom mirror in the men's bathroom but no one was in there."
"Did they say what they looked like?"
"He said a young man but that's it."
"And the only two people you've seen are a young woman and an old man?"
"Yeah."
"That makes no sense."
"I'm sorry I don't know how to help."
"No you've already help a lot. I guess we should go back to the hotel and try to research this place. Do you want to come with us so you're not alone?"
"I don't have a way to get back."
"We'll drive you back."
"Okay."
"There are no stories on this place." Sam said. They were back at the hotel and Sam was on his laptop and Ceara and Dean were sitting on the beds. "Nothing newsworthy has happened there."
"So it's a dead end?" Dean asked.
"A major dead end."
"Okay then let's move on to our next problem."
"Whats your next problem?" Ceara asked.
"We need to talk to you." Sam told her.
"Why?"
"We really want you to trust us. We really want you to go back home and we know that you and everyone else will be safe if you do."
"I can't go back."
"Why not?"
"What if Erik comes back?"
"He won't."
"And if he did we'd deal with it." Dean told her."
"I just don't knew." She told them.
"Okay well think about it and just remember if you need anything let us know." Sam told her.
"Okay. Have you talked to any of them?"
"Yeah. I actually talked to Peter yesterday."
"Okay."
"Do you want to talk to him?"
"I mean of course I do but I can't."
"Why not?"
"I mean he doesn't even know I'm alive right now."
"If you called him he would."
"I just can't."
"Okay. I'm sorry I'm not trying to push you."
"It's okay."
"Do you want me to take you back now?" Dean asked.
"Yeah if that's okay."