God Damn It!

John swore as he reloaded his gun. The ghosts of the Good Shepard Center Reform School for Girls were less then receptive. If he'd heard the story right, one of the teachers had been abusing one of the students and been fired for it. Supposedly the student had taken her own life. When the teacher found out he'd gone back and shot himself in the same room.

There were remains. He'd found a hair brush, a razor, and a comb. Hair was more then enough to keep the ghosts. John had made the mistake of assuming the teacher was the only ghost. No sooner then he'd gone to light up the razor then the dead girl showed up, screeching like a banshee. He'd shot a round of salt at her, but the teacher had taken the hit.

Now he was hiding behind a desk and the ghosts had locked down the once upon a time teacher's office. John swore again. How can it get any worse?

As if to reply, one of the doors behind him creaked open. Years of instinct kicked in as John flipped around and aimed his gun.
"Don't shoot, Mr Duquette! Its me!" There stood the blonde Doctor Izzie Stevens. She was wearing jeans and a buttoned up denim jacket, her hair braided. John groaned and lowered his gun.

"This is not good for my heart." He stated as she ran over.
"And you should not be hunting demons while you have a bad heart." Izzie shot back. John raised an eyebrow, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Ghosts at the moment. That's what you have to say to me? I should be getting bed rest?"
"You shouldn't be making it worse." Izzie shot back. "And if you are going to a lunatic you should have a medical professional to keep an eye on you."
"I thought you were an intern." John retorted.
"That's not the point!" Izzie stated.
"You wanted proof I don't have a brain tumor on top of electrocution."
"No! Maybe. There are many conditions that could make you think you were hunting demons!"
"You're right." John snapped, "Depression for quite a few years caused by watching my wife burn alive and bleed out of her stomach on the roof of our six month old son's nursery!"

He hadn't meant to lash out. But he hadn't wanted to tell her what he was in the first place. She then couldn't accept what he said. Ghosts weren't willing to pass on. His youngest son, who he hadn't talked to in years, might become evil. Oh, and he was dying. Izzie showing up had tipped the scale. Her expression when he let it all out caught him off guard. It was shame, in herself. John had seen Dean wear it now and then when a hunt went south.

"I'm sorry." She exhaled and sat next to him. "You said ghosts, right?"
"I thought you were a woman of science." John retorted.
"I give the great beyond a chance. Had you gotten any other intern you'd be doomed."
"I thought you were a doctor."

Izzie laughed and whacked him on the side of the head.
"That's not the point. I'm here to help."
"This isn't much of a thing you can just step into. They're angry ghosts. He was a violent man who abused a student."
"I need more details here." Izzie stated.
"It was statutory, what more do you need?"
"Well that right there-" Izzie stated. "Maybe she did love him. Maybe he did love her. But because she was to young and he was to old they were forced apart!"
"They took their own lives." John retorted.
"Like Rome and Juliet?" Izzie waved her arm, "And they don't want to be separated again?"
"And you think reasoning with them will do the trick?" John shouted back.
"Maybe!"
"Fine! Explain to the nice poltergeists you plan to send them both off, not just one of them!"
"Fine!"

John groaned as Izzie stood up and made her way to the office.
"Izzie-" When had the office door opened? Shit. It was too easy. "Izzie! Get out of there!" John shouted as the door slammed shut behind her.

Izzie swore under her breath as the door slammed. She'd have to keep her temper under control. Was the hall as cold as that room?
"Oh this is bad. This is bad. If I die no one knows where I am..." She'd told them she'd gone to a baking class. "God damn it!"
"...I'll be able to see him again?"

Izzie flipped around. A seventeen year old girl in the school uniform sat by the window. Izzie gulped and nodded once.
"I think so. You both leave this plane of reality. I don't know what happens after this." Izzie smiled lightly. "I mean, I'm still living."
"He might be joining us, after not to long."
"Pardon?" Izzie raised an eyebrow. The girl looked to the window.
"The man who came looking for us. He doesn't have long. A year, at the most."
"Well I'm going to prove you wrong."
"How?"
"I'm his doctor." Izzie folded her arms. "And he does good things. So I feel the need to save him. And I will."

John looked up as the doors and windows opened and Izzie stepped out sucking on one of her fingers.
"What happened?" He asked.
"I burned my finger." Izzie stated. John blinked for a moment and stared at her. Then he started laughing. She stared back.
"Why are you laughing at me?"
"I'm not...not at you." John shook his head. "You just faces two ghosts. Burned their remains. And you're complaint is you burned your finger."

Izzie stared at him for a minute. Then she began to laugh as well.
"Well, I believe you Mr. Duquette."
"It's John." He cut her off.
"Huh?" Izzie glanced at him.
"My name is John Winchester. Denny is an alias because...well, demon hunting doesn't give insurance." John replied as they walked out of the building. Izzie nodded slowly and held out her hand to shake his.
"It's nice to meet you, John." He smiled and nodded to her.
"You too, Dr. Stevens."