Three hours passed with the three friends sitting in Kate's room studying, learning about their enemy. It was almost three hours before the first and painfully obvious question occurred in Ben's mind. He almost wanted to kick himself over not thinking about it right away.

"What do we do about the weapon?" He looked at his two friends with tired eyes.

They looked at each other but it was Kate who answered. "Well stakes we can make. We have a fireplace full of pine logs and a small axe in the shed out back."

"And the lamb's blood?"

Keo looked at his wristwatch. "The butcher opens at like five in the morning. That's in about two hours."

"We can do this tonight." Kate looked at each friend in awe of what they were about to do.

"If we find it that is." Ben said in a tired voice.

"Well no matter what, I think it's bout time we got some coffee." Keo left his chair and walked downstairs to make them something to drink.

Ben leaned over and whispered to Kate. "I hope your parent lock their liquor cabinet." She smiled back.

A moment passed where Ben thought about every event that had brought them at this point in time. This point in their lives. He thought about what would change after tonight. If he and Kate would get closer? If he would ever be able to get as close to her as he wanted.

He had no idea how much his life would change over the course of this one night.

Cicero Pines Motel, 3 am.

"So, geekboy what did you find out?" Dean came over and sat down next to Sam. He handed his brother a cup of coffee and drank his in greedy gulps. His brother was far too busy searching the internet for info about the death at Ben's school to notice the steaming liquid.

"I found a couple of things. The most likely is that the janitor, Bill Jones, was killed by an electrical current."

"He zapped himself?" Dean stated more than asked.

"I actually think it was the work of one Mr. Jeremy Ivanhoe."

"Seriously?" Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother and made a small smile erupt on his face.

"Yeah. Found a fifty year old obit for a teenager who died on the school. It was one of the most vicious attacks the community had ever seen of bullying." Sam cast serious eyes at Dean.

"Bullies?"

"The article says that three boys, Alexander Christensen, Patrick Emery Miller and Robert Star, 'accidentally' pushed Jeremy into an open fuse box. The kid died almost instantly."

"He was fried to death." Dean stated with disbelief.

"Yeah." Sam's sad eyes looked up. He knew exactly what was going through Dean's mind. How his brother felt about this ghost roaming the halls of Ben's school. He wanted it to end. He wanted to stop it him self.

"Do we know where the kid was buried?"

Sam pulled up a news paper on the screen. "Evergreen Terrace right here in Cicero." He smiled when Dean's teeth glinted back at him.

"Then let's go kill ourselves a ghost." Dean got up in a rush. They were ready and out the door in less than three minutes.

Evergreen Terrace; Cicero, Indiana 5:53 am.

The drive was short, but the tension was almost palpable. They had stopped at the slaughterhouse on their way to the cemetery to get the lamb's blood. Ben felt tension stiffen his neck and shoulders. They were gonna find this thing and kill it. How hard can that be? In theory it sounded like a piece of cake. The plan was good, but the execution would soon prove to be more difficult.

They pulled up to the big iron gates. They were locked with a thick padlock. Ben pulled out a tongs and ripped open the gate. They drove the car in to save time. They had no idea where the plot was, but discovered to their joy that a section of the graveyard was sealed off. The section preserved for its unique historical value that was. There was even a big sign welcoming them to the last remnants of the Erie tribe. They stopped in the middle of the fenced off yard and looked around.

Ben felt strangely at ease. The night was alive with nocturnal animals. The stars shone down on them from the black exposed sky. The moon hung lazily over the horizon like a pale, orange eye. The sky was very slowly beginning to brighten as dawn crept closer.

"I don't think there's anything here." Ben said and huffed. White fog formed in the air as his hot breath lifted from his mouth.

"Let's do a round." Keo suggested.

"K. Katie you stay here and keep watch. Yell if you see anything." Ben said and started walking.

But she stopped him. "What? I am not being left behind!" She sounded shocked and outraged.

Ben turned with a glance at Keo. "Yes you are." No discussion.

It was like she read his mind, because an argument never came. She just stood there as the two had a staring match. Ben won and turned with Keo right behind him. Together the two friends walked into the dawning night.

Kate huffed and rolled her eyes at the idiots. Without her noticing the night had gone completely still around her. It had turned darker even. More ominous. She slowly began to realize that something was coming. If not there already.

Evergreen Terrace 6:04 am.

Sam and Dean pulled up to the open gates with deep frowns. "The door is open." Dean commented.

"Think anyone's home?" Sam asked and turned to look at his brother. they were thinking the same thing. Other hunters.

"What now?" Over the years Sam and Dean had alienated themselves with their community. They'd had some bad run-in's which regrettably had turned into enemies. Most of the other hunters were after Sam because of his reputation. Others were after them both simply because they didn't like them. The Winchester only had a few friends left. Most of them old, some of them new. Young hunters they had met and trained with. Taught them what they could. Their friends were few, but loyal. And their enemies were scattered and devout in their beliefs. Whether it was that Sam was the antichrist or that both Sam and Dean were assholes who deserved to die.

Sam swallowed convulsively as they exited the car and went to the trunk. "I think we should walk." He said as he looked for any exits they had missed.

"Yeah. Otherwise they'll hear us come in." Dean grabbed a rock salt loaded shot gun and cocked it. He looked pointedly to Sam who copied his brother's move.

"Let's go kill Caspar." Sam said seriously as he could get.

"And anyone who stands in our way." Dean finished as they both entered through the large iron gates.

Kate tensed and froze as a twig snapped somewhere in the dark. She pointed the flashlight towards the sound hoping to get a glimpse of the elusive creature. And not die in the process.

"Hello…"

She shrieked and turned in a rush with her stake pointed in front of her. "Wh-Who are you?" A young man stood a few feet in front of her, just staring. His pale skin and deep eyes caused shivers to erupt all over her body. He didn't look human.

"My name is Jeremy." He said in a soft voice. "Who are you?"

Kate took a step back still pointing the stake in front of her. "I'm Kate."

"Who are your friends?" The man asked. "The two men."

"They're friends of mine." She said and took another step back.

"You sure?" The vision in front of her frowned and shimmered.

Her breath froze in her throat. "Y-You're a ghost."

The boy smiled. "Not what you were expecting?"

She started shaking for real as the ghost came closer.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt your friends if they don't hurt me." A smile that seemed so unfitting flashed across its face as it shimmered out of there. Kate first felt relief loosen her heart, but fear immediately took its place. It was going after Ben and Keola!

She turned in a rush but stopped at the sight in front of her. A fresh grave that hadn't been there a second ago was suddenly right in front of her. From beneath a wooden pole with a string and a bell attached to it sat silently in the night. Until suddenly the swayed minutely in front of Kate's eyes. Her breath froze when she read the inscription on the tombstone behind the fresh grave. "Here lies Katharine Keel, daughter of Tania and Stephen Keel."

She felt her heart begin to race and all of a sudden everything went black.

All Ben and Keo heard was a scream from Kate. The same look of horror crossed their faces as they sprinted back to where they had left her. They returned with their hearts thumping and their chests heaving. Ben stopped and looked around, but found nothing. An unmarked grave covered in moss laid right beside them. From the ground a wooden beam shot up with a bell attached to it. The grave looked at least a hundred years old. He hadn't noticed it before and something about it made his skin crawl.

"Katie?" He called carefully.

"Kate?!" Keo tried a little louder, but still only little more than a whisper.

Suddenly a shape appeared in front of them. A man dressed in plain clothes smiled sweetly at them at the sight of their distraught faces. "Who are you?" He asked in a soft voice.

"Depends… Who are you?" Ben gripped the stake a little tighter.

"I think he's the trickster, Benny." Keo said as he took a step back.

"Where is Kate?" Ben demanded.

The man simply smiled. "She's around."

"Where!" Ben flinched forward and barely stopped himself.

The man simply smiled and shimmered away in a blue-ish light. Ben and Keo wasted all of two seconds staring dumbly at each other before they started looking for Kate.

The ghost was here. Dean felt it. He tasted it in the air. Almost smelled the ozone already. He felt Sam's body tense next to his. They felt every move the other made. Together they walked further into the darkness. Dean almost jumped out of his skin at the sound of a scream. Both brothers looked at each other and started sprinting towards the place of the sound.

"Katie!!!" Ben cried.

"Kate!" Keo yelled just as frantically.

"KATE!!!" Ben hollered out with panicked tears lining his eyes.

A piercing sound stopped them. The sound of a delicate silver bell ringing. Ben and Keo turned to look at the bell sticking out of the soil, ringing furiously. It danced and shook on its hook like it was alive. Ben and Keo's expressions morphed from fear to confusion and fear. They stood and watched as the bell rang furiously.

"Keo… was that grave there before?" Ben asked in the slightest whisper.

Keo darted his eyes to Ben and then back to the bell swinging on the hook like it was possessed. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in a shocked cry.

Ben felt his body ice over and the very air in his lungs weigh them down until breathing became impossible. "Oh god…."

"Is s-she…" Keo stuttered out as the ringing only got louder and louder.

Without answering Ben lunged forward towards the grave. The soil was heavy as if it had been there for hundreds of years. But Ben dug like furious with his hands, gripping huge handfuls of dirt and throwing it back. Keo stumbled over and started digging too. The two boys dug and dug but only gained few inches with every passing minute. The bell was still ringing like an insane clock ticking down. Ben kept glancing at hit fearing what he would do when it stopped ringing. Fearing what it might mean for Kate.

"No…" The word was barely audible over the ringing, but Keo heard. He grit his teeth and dug harder. He would NOT let this happen! As their strokes got longer and bigger they unearthed more and more earth. The ringing was still frantic and desperate. She's not dying. She's still there. She's still alive.

As the pile of dirt around them grew and as they burrowed deeper into the soil the earth got wet and heavy. It stuck to their fingers and squeezed between them when they grabbed handfuls and threw them back. Ben didn't feel his hands shaking as he dug faster and faster. Keo felt his panic be replaced with fury. A drive to get her out. Get her out and keep them safe. Keep the trickster from getting to them. But for now all that mattered was digging out this hole.

Ben suddenly flinched when he pounded his stretched fingers into a hard surface. Wood. They had hit the coffin.

"KATE!" He hollered with Keo yelling too right along with him.

"Ben!!" It was lowered by the coffin, but not muffled or weak in any way.

She's still alive. She's fine and you'll get her out of here and everything will be fine.

"Please get me o-outta h-here!!" Her desperate plea reached them and made them dig faster.

They scraped away the mud around the edges with bleeding fingers. It had started raining lightly. The light falling mist quickly covered everything in a thin sheen of cold moisture. Ben didn't notice as he felt around the edge of the lid for a grip. Something to lift it by.

"Keo." He found it and started lifting. The lid wasn't nailed shut or secured in any way, but he didn't notice. To him it was the hardest thing he had ever done. He pulled with every muscle he had. He felt his entire body begin to shake uncontrollably. With a massive heave they lifted the lid and tipped it away.

Kate was in the coffin, crying and sobbing. The second she saw Ben she reached up her arms for him and he grabbed them. He pulled her out almost with no help from Keo and out of the dug out grave. The wet grass had never felt so sweet for Kate. She was shaking and crying, but it was OK 'cause Ben was there. He had saved her like she so desperately hoped he would.

Ben was crying out of control. He couldn't stop the tears that rolled from his eyes, down his wet face. Keo sat silently beside them with a hand on Kate's shoulder. The night was alive again. The rain dripped softly on crisp, green leaves and dripped to the dark soil for the trees to soak up. the night was safe again.

And suddenly they heard a noise. A twig snapping and feet thumping. Then shoes slipping in the forming mud as they skid to a halt. Keo was the first to turn and what he saw caused his face to freeze with fear and surprise. Kate didn't notice the newcomers and barely looked up. Ben, however, looked up and froze in shock of what he found staring down at him.

"Dean…?"