Ceara and Peter were having breakfast at a small cafe near the motel she was staying at with Sam and Dean. Ceara was drinking a cup of coffee and Peter was eating waffles. It was a week after they burned down the factory.
"You need to eat." He told her.
"Everything here is super sugary." She told him.
"You picked this place." He said with a small laugh.
"Yeah because they have good coffee."
"Priorities."
"Exactly."
"Well I'm going to make you eat. Tell me what you want and I'll get it and if you don't tell me something I'll pick for you."
"You're so annoying. Fine I'll eat a yogurt parfait."
"You're boring."
"I'm healthy."
"Only three days out of the week."
"Shut up." Peter got up and got her parfait.
"Here." He said sitting it down in front of her.
"Thank you for forcing me to eat."
"It's my job." They started back eating. They were almost done when Sarah walked in.
"What are you doing here?" She asked walking up to their table.
"Eating." Ceara told her. "I feel like that's pretty obvious."
"You burned down my dads business."
"Do you have any proof?"
"No...but you were the only ones there."
"That's pretty sound logic. Kay bye."
"I'm not leaving."
"Why not?"
"Because my dads in jail because of you."
"I'm almost positive he's not in jail because of us."
"He's in jail because everyone thought he killed those guys."
"Yeah that's not our fault. We were literally trying to make that not happen."
"Well you failed."
"Oh no. What will I ever do after such a failure?"
"And now because of you I don't have my dad. I have to stay with a friend. Do you even understand what it's like to have your dad go to jail?"
"No. I don't. My dad never went to jail."
"See you don't understand."
"Yeah my dad died. After he killed my mom. So no I don't understand."
"Oh...I didn't know that."
"Well now you do. So please leave."
"Fine but you better fix this."
"Yeah I'm not gonna do that."
"What do you mean? You have to!"
"Okay. I think it's time to go." Peter said standing up.
"Wait!"
"Look if you want to get any kind of help talk to Sam." He told her. He and Ceara left the cafe and drove back to the motel.
"Hey Ceara." Sam said as she walked in the room. "How was breakfast?"
"Fine until Sarah showed up." She told him.
"What did she want?" Dean asked.
"Apparently she's mad because her dad got arrested."
"And how is that our fault?"
"I don't know."
"I'll talk to her later." Sam told her. "I'll explain things the best I can and then hopefully she'll leave you alone."
"Okay."
"Maybe this will make you feel better. I found something pretty interesting."
"What?"
"There's a party tonight at a haunted house. But not like a fake one a real people have died there haunted house."
"Oh yeah I was invited to that. I didn't know the house was actually haunted though."
"Well lets go." Dean said. "I mean if you're already invited we might as well. If something happens we're there and if not hopefully there's alcohol."
"It is being thrown by a college student so there could be."
"Then why were you invited?" Sam asked. "You're seventeen."
"He invited a lot of high school students. I wasn't going to go. I never do."
"I still think it's weird that a college age guy is inviting high school girls to a party."
"That's why I don't go. But I'll go as long as you two do."
"Do you know if Peter was invited?"
"I don't know. He never goes to party's though."
"Well maybe he can be on standby. Just in case it gets really dangerous and you need to leave."
"I'll be fine."
"I mean unless he wants to go. But I don't know if that's safe. I hardly want to take you but you'll be very useful."
"I doubt he'd want to go."
"Oh my gosh! Ceara?" A guy said walking up to her, Sam, and Dean. They had just gotten to the party. "I didn't think you'd actually show up."
"I had nothing else to do." She told him.
"Well I'm glad you're here. Who are your friends?"
"Oh this is Sam and Dean."
"Next to meet you. I'm James. You both look over twenty one so there's beer over there if you want any."
"Yes I do." Dean said walking over to the table he had pointed to.
"So why did you pick a haunted house for your party?" Sam asked.
"Just seemed cool I guess."
"It seems very Halloween." Ceara said.
"Why not have Halloween in March?"
"I see no reason not to." Dean said walking back with his beer.
"Well I'm gonna go make sure no one needs anything. But I'm glad you came and I'll definitely be finding you again later." James told Ceara then walked off.
"Can you see anything?" Dean asked.
"I've stood by the door the whole time." Ceara told him.
"Then lets walk around." They walked around a bit then stopped in a quiet corner of the room.
"I don't see anything." Ceara told them.
"And I didn't see a basement door." Sam said.
"So I've seen the whole house. And I mean there's a chance someone that I'm seeing is dead and I just can't tell."
"Does anyone look like they could be? I feel it's pretty safe to eliminate all the dancing people."
"I mean there was a few people just standing around."
"Is there anyway to tell?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. They wouldn't move. They would just stand in that one spot forever. And you wouldn't be able to see them."
"Okay then lets start crossing people off." Dean said.
"Okay." Ceara said looking around the room. "Blue sweatshirt guy?"
"See him."
"Okay...how about the guy standing by the beer table?"
"The one that hasn't blinked in five minutes? See him too."
"This is going to take forever."
"What's going to take forever?" They turned to look at who was talking to them.
"What are you doing here?" Ceara asked Sarah.
"I was invited. What are you doing here?"
"Literally same."
"But what's going to take forever?"
"None of your business. Now leave."
"I'm not leaving."
"Are you still pissed at us for something we didn't do?"
"I'm still not convinced you didn't do it."
"Well it depends on which one you're mad about." Dean told her.
"What do you mean?"
"Well we had nothing to do with your dad getting arrested. And Ceara had nothing to do with any of it. But Sam and I did burn the place down. So it depends."
"Why would you do that?"
"We've got our reasons."
"What were they?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"You're right I probably wouldn't because I doubt you have a good reason!" Ceara's phone started ringing. She walked away from where Dean and Sarah were arguing and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey." Peter said. "What's up?"
"I'm at a party believe or not."
"I don't. Why? Which one?"
"The one at the haunted house."
"Oh. I get it now. Find anything?"
"No nothing. And we've been here for awhile and nothing has happened."
"How boring."
"Very. And Sarah is here."
"Is she bothering you?"
"She's fighting with Dean right now."
"Deans there?"
"Sam too."
"Okay good."
"Whys that good?"
"James has a huge crush on you, you know that. As do most of the guys at that party I'm sure. And if it really is haunted."
"Yeah well they're here so you don't have to worry. What are you doing?"
"Homework."
"Boring."
"More boring then your ghostless party?"
"Well I still have a chance to watch a drunk person do something stupid so yes."
"And you have a chance of getting thrown up on."
"That's a good point. I hadn't thought of that."
"Well I'll leave you alone."
"Okay. Have fun with you homework."
"I will. Have fun with Sarah."
"Shut up." She hung up and walked back over to where Sarah and Dean were still bickering.
"Who was that?" Sam asked.
"Oh it was Peter." She told him. Sarah stopped fussing with Dean for a minute.
"Is he not here?" She asked.
"No." Ceara told her. "Why would Peter be here?"
"I was just asking."
"And I was just answering." Sarah was about to say something when the lights flickered and the music turned off. Everyone was quiet for a moment till James walked out. "Sorry about that everyone." He said. "Just an electrical problem." He went over and turned the music back on. Ceara looked over at Dean. "I don't think..." She started.
"I don't either." He told her. He placed his hand on her shoulder and led her away from Sarah.
"It just seemed a little to rehearsed." She said.
"I agree."
"What's going on?" Sam asked walking over to them.
"We think that was fake." Dean told him.
"Oh definitely." Sam said.
"I'll be right back." Ceara said then turned and walked over to where James was standing. "How many times did you rehears that?" She asked.
"Why would you think it was fake?" He asked. She didn't reply just tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrows.
"Fine but don't tell anyone else. And at least twenty times."
"Is this house even haunted?"
"I don't know. I know a guy died in it years ago."
"Where did he die?"
"You're weird you know that right?"
"Yep. So where?"
"In the cellar."
"How do you get there?"
"There a door outside. I can take you down there if you want."
"Sure." She followed him outside and to the cellar door. He opened it and she followed him down the stairs.
"Originally we wanted to have the party down here." James told her. "But with all the lose boards we thought it be a bad idea."
"Good call." Ceara said looking around. There were definitely a ton of lose boards and everything was coated in a thick layer of dust. There were spider webs hanging off almost everything and the only source of light was one flicking bulb in the middle of the room. In the back corner was a man laying down with his head propped up on the wall. He was an older man with dark hair and a long beard. The floor and wall around him was coated in blood. James noticed that Ceara had been staring at the corner for awhile. "What are you looking at?" He asked looking where she was.
"What? Oh nothing." She told him. "We should probably go back."
"Okay." They went back up to the house and Ceara went to Sam and Dean.
"Where did you go?" Dean asked.
"To talk to James." She told him. "That was totally faked. He told me. But there's a caller and someone definitely died down there."
"Really? Can you tell what happened?" Sam asked.
"He was laying on the floor covered in blood."
"Could you see any gunshot or stab wounds?"
"I didn't get close enough to tell."
"I'll take you back down there. Dean you should stay here in case something happenes."
"Okay." Dean said. Sam and Ceara walked back to the cellar.
"Where is he?" Sam asked.
"Right there." Ceara pointed to the corner. They walked closer to the corner. "It does look like he was shot." She said.
"So he was killed." Sam said.
"What do we do?"
"Well there's a possibility that he just died and moved on. There might not be a ghost. So for now we'll just keep an eye out." They went back to the party and found Dean.
"What happened to the guy?" Dean asked.
"He was shot." Sam told him. "Has anything happened?"
"Nothing." They waited for another twenty minutes. "I'm bored." Dean said walking back with another beer.
"How much longer are we going to be here?" Ceara asked.
"I guess if nothing happens in the next ten minutes we can go." Sam told her. They waited for another seven minutes. They were sitting on the couch and Ceara was leaning against Dean who was drinking another beer. "I'm bored." Ceara said.
"We all are." Dean told her.
"You don't have to stay." Sam told her.
"You drove me here."
"Peter can pick you up."
"I might have him." They sat there for awhile. Ceara was scrolling through her phone. The lights flickered a few times before turning off along with the music.
"Do you think that's James again?" Sam asked.
"I'm not sure." Dean told him. "I feel like he would have turned them back on by now."
"I'll go ask." Ceara said standing up. She walked over to where James was talking to a few other guys. "Is this you or a real problem?" She asked.
"It's not me this time. We don't know what happened." He told her. "And we can't get them to come back on."
"I'll see if Sam or Dean can help."
"Thank you."
"No problem." She walked back over to them. "He didn't do it."
"No?" Sam asked. She shook her head.
"Finally. Now it's interesting." Dean said.
"What do we do?" Ceara asked. Sam started to answer her but stopped when James walked up to them.
"What's going on?" Sam asked him.
"I'm not sure. We can't get the lights back on. But only these are out. The lights in all the other rooms are working fine."
"Weird." Ceara said.
"Isn't it? I'm going to go back and see what I can do."
"Okay. I'll let you know if we think of anything." He walked away and Ceara sat back down. "So..." She looked at Dean. "What do we do now?"
"Do you see him anywhere?" He asked.
"Um..." Ceara looked around the room. "No."
"Then I guess we need to figure out what he wants." The three of them sat there talking trying to come up with a plan but were cut off by a loud shrill scream. They looked up in time to see a girl running into the room. She went over to James and started screaming at him. The three of them walked over to them.
"How darn you!" She screamed at him. "That wasn't funny!"
"I didn't do anything!" James told her.
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"This asshole played a prank on me in the bathroom!"
"In the bathroom? Not cool James." Ceara told him.
"Thank you!" The girl said throwing her hands in the air.
"What did he do?"
"I was in there washing my hands and then the lights turned off and when they came back on an old guy was standing behind me!"
"That's to far James."
"I didn't do it!" He told them. "I promise I have no clue who he was. The oldest guy I've seen here tonight is him." He said pointing at Dean.
"Watch it." Dean told him. Ceara gently patted his arm trying not to laugh.
"I'm out of here!" The girl said. But before she could leave the front door flew open.
"That's probably a good idea." Ceara told her. People were starting to panic. Sam and Dean were talking to each other quietly.
"Hey guys." Ceara said staring at the front door.
"What?" Sam asked.
"I think he just wants everyone to leave."
"What?" Dean asked.
"He just standing by the door pointing outside."
"There's no way it's that easy."
"I'm pretty sure."
"How do we get everyone to leave?" Sam asked.
"I'll talk to James." She walked over to him.
"I'm not doing any of this." He told her.
"Yeah I know. You've got to get everyone to leave."
"Why?"
"Dude seriously? You're being haunted and you're asking why people should leave?"
"I'm not being haunted."
"You threw a party in a haunted house and all the lights are turning off on their own, some random guy you don't know shows up in a locked bathroom...you're probably right. I mean that's crazy right?"
"Well...do you think?"
"I mean I think so. But it's your party, your choice."
"I think it's time to go."
"I think that's a good idea." She walked back over to Sam and Dean and James started trying to get everyone's attention.
"Due to the unexpected lighting troubles and...other troubles we've decided to end the party early." James said. "Everyone needs to go home but feel free to take some beers with you. We have to many and I don't really want to deal with them." Everyone slowly started to leave. Sarah walked up to Ceara. "What's going on?" She asked.
"Everyone's leaving." Ceara said as if it were the most obvious thing ever.
"Yeah I know but why?"
"Do you even listen? James literally said."
"But why was he having all these problems?"
"What else do you expect to happen when you go to a party in a haunted house?"
"Please you don't really think this place is haunted do you?"
"As haunted as your dads factory." Ceara said under her breath and started to walk away.
"What?"
"Wasn't talking to you."
"What does my dads factory have to do with this?"
"I'm not wasting my time talking to you." She walked over to where Sam and Dean were standing.
"Wait! I'm not done talking to you." Sarah told her.
"If she does not shut up and going to punch her in the face." Ceara told Dean.
"You should really be getting home." He told her.
"No! You're going to explain what's going on!"
"This isn't our party. How would we know?"
"You know. You also know about the factory. So tell me."
"You're a bitch." Dean said and Sam slapped him on his shoulder.
"We're sorry about your dad and his factory." Sam told her.
"I'm not." Ceara said.
"Well anyway. We had good reasons to do what we did. I'm sure you don't feel that way but we did it to protect the two of you."
"How?"
"It's a long story."
"Tell me."
"Listen." Dean told her. "People were dying in that factory. We did what we had to do."
"So you had to burn it down?"
"Yes we did. No matter what we tell you you'll always think we were wrong. So I'm not going to waste my breath." The three of them started walking to the car.
"You're still going to help me right?"
"No way."
"What?" Dean opened the door to the backseat for Ceara and she climbed in. "We're done here." Dean told her closing the door.
"Oh no we're not!" Sam and Dean got in the car and started driving off while Sarah was still yelling. "You have to help me!"