The glass of the window shattered from the sudden impact that was Dean's head. Dean had no time to realise that his head hit and smashed glass before he was pulled forward by an unseen force and smashed chest first into a cluttered desk. He fell slumped over the desk forcing the clutter from its home atop the desk on to the floor.

He pushed himself around, leaning against desk for support, to get a better view point of the apartment and the ghost. A grey toned girl, no older than seventeen, was standing no more than six feet away with her head tilted to the right, eyes intent on Dean. Her head twitched to tilt left as she placed one shoeless foot ahead of the other stepping closer to Dean.

Dean looked around for his sawn off. It was across the room next to an unconscious and unhelpful Bobby. The spirit took one step closer towards Dean out reaching her hand. Her whole body fluttered and then disappeared for the briefest moment, reappearing right in front of Dean so that they were touching. A shiver ran through Dean's body and he felt as though he had just plunged under ice.

Grey toned lips turned into a smile, "Hi" she said in sickly sweet teenage girl voice.

Dean remained stoically quiet against her, her lips down turned and her eyes sadden before all of a sudden a deep, tearing, cold burning pain ripped into Dean's stomach. Her hand, Dean realised, her hand is in my stomach.

"Dean!" he heard a deep voice yell but he couldn't consciously place it through the pain.

He felt desperately around the desk, curling his hand around a small metallic feeling piece of something. He gripped it tight and swung his fist into the spirits face. She disappeared along with the pain and in Dean's view he was left with an ram shackled apartment, a slumped unconscious trucker against a back wall and his younger brother running towards him from the entryway.

"Dean! Are you ok?"

"Yeah, god, did she have to go after the stomach. I just ate" Dean groaned cupping his abdomen.

"What is that?" Sam asked indicating Dean's closed hand

Dean unfurled his hand to see a little bronze coloured pencil sharpener.

"What the hell?"

"An iron sharpener?" Sam breathed a small chuckle and looked at Dean

"Is Bobby ok?" Dean asked.

Sam moved over to Bobby who was still unconscious against the back wall. Sam watched the rise and fall of Bobby's chest and felt his wrist for a heart rate.

"Heart rate's ok and his breathing is even" Sam shrugged.

Dean moved over towards Bobby, albeit limping, and reached down and softly slapped Bobby's cheek, "Bobby, up and at 'em." Dean got no response, "Bobby, wakey wakey, hands off snakey".

"Boy, better not hit my face again" Bobby grumbled

"His fine, baby's tired. He did get knocked out in less than a second after all" Dean said to Sam

"That's cause I was too busy making sure you didn't shoot me with your bad aim to defend myself from some young blonde ghost" Bobby said raising to his feet reminding the hunters of an important question.

"That wasn't Hunter Kerrigan" Dean pointed out

"Well spotted" Bobby quipped at the same time Sam said, "Who was it?"

"Looks like you'll be hitting the Stanford libraries again Sammy" Dean said slapping Sam on the back trying to walk without showing his pain out of the apartment. He tried to inconspicuously run his hand to feel the back of his head to see if it was bleeding, which it was.

"Dean maybe you should sit down for a second" Sam advised seeing his brother act so hard to seem tough even with a bleeding head.

"How thick are the walls here Sam?" Bobby asked

Sam thought about the nights that Jess and he had spent sleepless, or laughing because of the conversation they could hear from their neighbours through the walls. "Not very" he replied

"Then I suggest he waits until we are in the car to sit down"

Dean got into the Impala, drivers side followed by Sam shoving into the driver's side as well pushing Dean out of the way, "You're not driving" he stated snatching the keys from Deans hand.

"I love it when you take control like that Sammy" Dean groaned

"What the hell happened?" Adrianne all but shrieked jumping up from the backseat gripping onto the back of the front seat making Dean jump and groan louder.

"Sonuvabitch"

"Sorry" she apologized

"Yeah, sorry about your apartment" Dean replied placing his forehead against the cool of the Impala's window.

"What happened to my apartment?" she asked getting no answer from Dean. "Sam, what happened to my apartment?"

"It's a little bit of a mess" Sam answered evasively starting up the car and pulling out onto the road following Bobby.

Adrianne clung to the window watching her apartment drift away in the distance. Dean was relaxing into the comfort of the Impala's front seat and the coolness of the window. His eyes shut locking out the sun, sleep overcame him. He was in pain still but he'd been able to sleep through worse. Dean's deep breathing sounded throughout the car.

Adrianne had gone to brooding in the back seat while Sam drove. Sam looked ahead to Bobby's truck and to the side at the empty, quiet side of the road. He pulled over to the side of the road shutting off the engine and turning in his seat enough to not disturb Dean but enough to face Adrianne.

"Adrianne, can I ask you another question?" he said quietly, listening for changes in Dean's breathing.

Adrianne just nodded at Sam, confused about why Sam pulled over and was so serious.

"Why did you move into that apartment? I mean do you know who used to live there?"

"I'm not stupid Sam." She raised her eyebrow at him. "I missed Jess, it is a little morbid isn't it?"

"Uh, yeah, very"

"I figured it was where she was happiest. I just kind of reasoned that she said when I went to Stanford and we'd move into our own apartment that it was still her apartment. And they rebuilt it two months ago and I used my high school savings to put a deposit on it. Is it still morbid?"

Sam stayed silent not sure how to respond to that. Adrianne was looked at Sam with puppy dog's eyes, she was fiddling nervously with a chain around her neck and Sam focused on the silver chain.

"Aw hell, Sam." She sighed pulling the pendant on the end of the chain out of her shirt and into sight. Sam spotted the small, round, coin like silver pendant. On the round pendant was a skeleton wearing a crown, in its right hand it was holding a sun, in its left a moon.

Sam recognised the type of pattern immediately. "Adrianne..." Sam said shocked looking at Adrianne as a single tear escaped over the edge of her eye.

"She told me that I needed to be closer to her resting place to communicate with her better"

Sam watched mouth open as Adrianne tucked the pagan communication coin back under her shirt.