A few hours later Dean and Sam were having lunch at a Culver's restaurant in White Water Wisconsin.

"Hey Dean, you ever wonder why our missions usually lead us to smaller towns, where there are no fast food chains?" Sam asked as he took a large bite of his Butter Burger.

"I don't know. 'Because that's where evil lurks?" He replied sarcastically, annoyed that his brother had disrupted his newspaper reading. The boys had decided to pick up all of the newspapers and maps that could give information about the city.

"I was just thinking, maybe things do happen in bigger cities like these, but they're just harder to find. I mean, with normal crimes going on all the time, people might think twice about reporting something like a vampire or poltergeist problem."

"What's your point?" Dean asked impatiently.

"Well, nothing I guess. I was just… thinking." The truth was Sam was doing anything to get his big brother to talk to him. While Dean hadn't been giving him the silent treatment, Sam could tell that things weren't the same since last night in the asylum.

"Well stop thinking about that and start helping me find something in these papers." Dean said as he handed Sam a copy of The Report, the newspaper of the University of Wisconsin in Whitewater.

After a few minutes of eating and reading Sam and Dean decided to discuss anything that could be of importance to their case.

"Well, Rocky's liquor store was held up two days ago, but it doesn't seem like anything supernatural was involved. Two senior citizens died of heart attacks this week, and someone's Yorkshire terrier is missing." Dean sighed throwing his paper on the table in front of them.

"Well, glad we've got a lot of things to look into." Sam shook his head sarcastically.

"What'd you find?"

"Comedian Dane Cook is coming to campus in January, a new pool hall has opened up just off campus, the basketball team is having it's worst season ever, and the swimming pool is being renovated." Sam threw the paper on the table. "Dean, what the hell are we doing here? We're not going to find dad or Jessica's killer by eating fast food and reading articles about missing dogs."

"Not this again, Sammy. Why can't you ever just trust dad and me? Dad sent us here for a reason, I just know he did. He wouldn't lead us the wrong way." Dean could see Sam's lips already forming to get out his counter argument, but he stopped him. "Forget it. We're here now. Let's just try and make do. Now, what did you say about a new pool hall opening up?

A few hours later Sam and Dean were in a crowded pool hall crawling with college kids. The place was fairly nice, not like the usual skeezy places Dean choose to hustle. It was covered in purple pennants and posters advertising the University of Wisconsin in White Water's athletic teams. A large purple and white sign strung from the ceiling read "Grand opening." Sam and Dean sat down at a table to wait for a waitress to come. Dean began to look around, seeing who was just inebriated enough to try to take him on.

"So what the hell am I supposed to do while you hustle pool?" Sam leaned in talking quitter so no one heard them.

"Just chill Sam. Order a beer. Better yet, why don't you try getting friendly with some of the locals…" Dean winked at him, but his voice trailed off as he motioned to a large breasted blond waitress. The woman stopped at their table and smiled. "What can I get for you boys tonight?"

"How about a Bud select there sweaty?" Dean smiled as he casually checked out the waitress. She laughed and smiled back.

"Right away sweaty." She turned to Sam. "What about you?"

"Just a Miller light, thanks"

"Okay, I'll be right back with those." The waitress smiled as she turned away. Dean stared at the good-looking blond until she was out of sight.

"Hey, how about you stop drooling and go make us some money or something?" Sam asked, annoyed with his brother's perversion.

"Hey now, sometimes it gets lonely on the road…"

"Shut up."

"And a man needs a lady…"

"Shut up!"

"To fulfill certain needs."

"Dean, shut up! We don't need to talk about this!"

"Hey, you're the boy that always wants to talk about feelings. Just because my feelings are slightly more natural then yours…"

"And by natural you mean barbaric." Sam shook his head.

Dean laughed at his little brother. "All right, I'm going to go play." He said, dropping the subject. "Bring me my beer when you get a chance." Dean got up and walked away, leaving Sam alone.

A few minutes later the waitress returned with their beers.

"Hey, where did you friend go?" She asked as she set them on the table.

"He's over there playing pool." Sam said, surprised that the waitress might be interested in Dean after his pathetic attempt at charm. "I'll bring him his beer in a little while.

"Well, I'm off for the night. So there'll be another waitress along soon if you need any thing."

"Okay, thanks a lot. "

"Hey, you don't mind if I sit here do you? My license is suspended and I'm waiting for my ride. She should be here any minute." The girl said smiling. Sam looked at her a little more carefully. She had on a tight white tea shirt and even tighter jeans, the same uniform every other waitress in the bar seemed to be wearing.

"Oh no, that's fine uh…" Sam looked for a name tag and found none.

"Amy. Our nametags haven't come in yet. And you are?"

"Sam." He said, taking a drink of his beer.

"Sam. So do you go to school here?"

"No. I went to school in California for a few years, but now I'm taking some time off to road trip with my brother." He trying to hide the shame that he felt for leaving school.

"Oh. And so that charmer you were with…"

"Is Dean, my big brother, yeah. So, you go to school here?" He asked to change the subject.

"Yeah, I'm a junior. Pre-med. I'm going to be in school until the day I die." She laughed, pulling a gray school hoodie over her head.

"I know the feeling. I was pre- law back at Stanford."

"Stanford? Impressive." She said smiling flirtatiously at him.

"Hey, Amy!" A slender brunette in gray sweat pants and a brewer's tea- shirt walked through the door.

"Oh, Katie, this is Sam. Sam this is Katie, my roommate and ride home."

"Nice to meet you" Sam said as the girl smiled at him.

"Why don't you sit down awhile, Katie? Sam was just telling me that he was in town for awhile with his brother. He's from California."

"Actually, we're originally from Kansas. I went to school in California."

"At Stanford!" She said, clearly trying to point out that he would be a good catch for her roommate.

"Oh that's cool. You hear for vacation?"

"Yeah, a road trip."

"Well you should come check out the swim team while you're here. We're pretty awesome this year."

"Yeah for now. Until the curse takes over." Amy teased.

"Curse? What curse?" Sam asked, attempting not to sound to interested.

"It's nothing. Amy is just being silly." Katie replied. "It's just this old myth. Some boy disappeared from our school 40 some years ago, and the last place he was seen was heading to the pool. Now everyone thinks the pool is haunted, even though no one has ever seen any ghost."

"They don't have to see a ghost! The swim team's record is proof that he exists! They haven't had a winning season since he died until this year."

"Well that's interesting. You wouldn't happen to know this boy's name, would you? I mean, the one who drowned."

Katie looked at him suspiciously. "Ryan Atkin. I only know because there are tons of plaques for him in the athletic building."

Suddenly there was a loud thud across the room. Sam looked over to see Dean being backed into a corner by a few large college students with matching frat tea- shirts on. "Hey, I have to go, but maybe we will come to that meet. When is it?"

"Saturday at 10am."

"All right thanks." He said, before trying to pull Dean away from the small posse of poor drunken students out for blood.