A/N: Hi all! Sorry it took me so long to post, school has been crazy busy and it still is. On that same note, I am going into finals and summer break, so I will try to post over the summer, but instead of weekly I'm aiming for once or twice a month to post. We will see what happens! Also, I am trying to revise previous chapters and write some big points in future ones so it is taking me way longer than I would like it to. Just be patient.

Thank you again for reading.

When they arrived back at the hotel, Jen had escorted all of the kids to their rooms. Her final words to them were, "If you leave this hotel you will receive the ass beating of your life. Then after you think it is over, I will beat your ass again."

She returned to her room with the boys, Sam had hacked into the police department's server and was printing files on all the missing cases. Dean had grabbed pamphlets from the lobby of the hotel about King's Mountain and the surrounding area, trying to find some sort of lead. Jen grabbed half of the stack of papers that had been printing and sat by the table with her feet crossed on it, marking notes in the margins. A few hours into research Sam got up, "Either of you want anything?"

Jen winked at Dean, "You're not getting any candy are you?"

Dean caught on, "Yeah, you don't need that extra sugar."

"Wouldn't want you to be too sweet." Jen started to giggle.

Sam bitch-faced them both, "C'mon guys."

Dean sniggered, putting his hands up, "Just sayin', hittin that means you'll be someone's prison bitch. Just lookin' out for my little bro."

Sam exhaled aggressively and stalked out with the ice bucket. He ignored the sound of another door closing and put the ice bucket beneath the machine, the crunching drowning out all other noise. Jumping as a voice started behind him, "Are you a cornfield?"

Sam whipped around to see Melissa looking at him from the vending machine. Sam stumbled on his words, "Ah...Ah...no, why are you asking me this?"

She giggled and cracked up, "Cause I'm stalking you."

"Oh...ah...good one. Ha-ha." Sam turned and walked as quickly as he could down the hall, hearing her footsteps behind him, "You and your brother are so...so incredible. How do you face down those monsters?"

"Ah..we just do." Sam came to his door and swiped the card, it took two times for it to work and he ran into the room, slamming the door behind him, leaning against it. He breathed heavily.

Jen's voice broke his panic, "What's the matter Sam? Can't shake your new girlfriend?"

He looked over to where she was laying on a bed, on her stomach. She was watching, grinning, waiting for an answer. Sam shook his head, "Just shut-up."

Dean laughed and Jen smiled and went back to the stack of papers in front of her. Looking through the victim reports, there was no discernible patterns. Age, sex, race where all over the map, she sighed tossing the papers down and pulling a folder of officer profiles that she had printed from beside the bed. There couldn't possibly be that many British officers that were killed, she thought that maybe she could pinpoint him.

"Hey guys?...A lot of these victim reports are from the last fifty years. I bet there are more from before then."

Sam nodded, " I was thinkin' kind of the same thing. I bet they have them on paper down in the county office…" He glanced at the clock, it was a little after midnight, "Which we can't get until they open at eight tomorrow morning."

Jen sighed, "What about a little B and E?"

Sam shrugged, and gets up, grabbing the keys, "I got nothing better to do."

"You want any help?" She asked.

"Nah, you guys keep lookin' through what you have. I got this one." Sam walked out, closing the door behind him. Meanwhile, Dean finished going through his pamphlets and was becoming bored, and well, bored people love to cause trouble. He got up, walked over to the bed, sat and then rolled on top of her, his back to hers. She attempted to ignore him at first, so he stretched, "Ah, this is comfortable."

Jen tried to move, "Dean! Get off."

She started laughing and he sprawled, leaning his head back against hers, "Why? Don't you like me on top?"

Jen normally wouldn't have cared, but he was heavy, making it impossible for her to prop herself up and read the papers in front of her, "Dean, you're too damn big."

Dean chuckled, and leaned back further, turning his face into her hair, pressing his lips into her neck.

"Stop." She warned quietly. He finally rolled off of her and laid mirroring her position and continued to mess with her, turning his face to where her shoulder and neck met. She giggled, leaning away, "How many times do I have to tell you to stop...Stop-it!"

Jen leaned further away, close to the edge. Dean gave her a nudge and she fell of the bed with a thump. She glared up at him, but couldn't keep herself from laughing at his playful expression. He offered a hand which she grabbed and hauled her up. Dean sat back, up at the top of the bed and pulled her with him. Jen laid back with her head resting on the crook of his shoulder, grabbing papers and still going through them. Dean watched her read quickly, playing with her hair as she made notes, marked important things. She bit her lip as she thought, trying to find a pattern, any pattern. Dean eventually nodded off.

I laid next to Dean for hours, trying to connect the dots. Or well, seeing if there were any dots to connect. Ok, well if the victims didn't have any connections now, maybe they had a connection in the past? I was pretty sure I had figured out who the redcoat had been, and I was like fifty-percent sure on the plain dressed ghost, but I couldn't find a painting to match him, I was going on instinct. I reached over to the nightstand, trying not to stir Dean, and grabbed my phone. I flipped it open, dialing Sam,

"Jen, what's going on?"

"Nothing. Are you still at the county office?"

"Yeah, I was just finishing up."

"Could you check something out for me? They have birth certificates and stuff right?"

"They do, why?"

"You wanna check and see where some of the local victims' lineage traces back to? I'm thinking if there is no connection now, maybe there was one in the past."

"Like related?"

"Maybe...I was thinking more maybe affiliation? Just let me know what you find."

"Sure."

"Thanks Sam." I hung up the phone and tossed it to the side, leaning back onto Dean's arm. My work was done until Sam got back, which probably wouldn't be until right before sunup. I nuzzled into Dean's side, putting my arm over his chest, wrapping my leg around his, and pressing my lips lightly against him before closing my eyes and dozing off.

The slam of the door jarred me awake. I looked around sleepily, rubbing my eyes. Sam was bustling around the room, slamming papers down on the table, "I don't know how you freaking did it Jen, but you figured it out."

I sat up all the way, Dean was looking around, confused, still waking up. "What do you mean Sam?"

Sam turned to me, "How'd you know?"

I shook my head, "You gotta help me out...what?"

"At least half of the victims' families trace back to patriots."

Dean was still coming out of it, "New England? I hate that son of a bitch Brady."

I patted him, "Go get a cup of coffee before you hurt yourself."

Sam started the coffee pot as Dean got up, stretching, "So how did you know?"

I shuffled through some papers that I had thrown on the nightstand, finding the print of the painting I was looking for. I got up and toss it down on the table, "This was that red coat before he got turned into swiss cheese. His name was Patrick Ferguson. He was the commander of the Loyalist Militia. He was killed in battle at King's Mountain in 1780."

Dean came up beside me and handed me a cup of black coffee, "So? A lot of guys die in battle, what makes Lucky Charms here our guy."

I took a sip, "Well it turns out Ferguson here was a real hard ass. Totally brutal. Not only was he a tyrant with his own men, he would kill patriots on sight. Absolutely no surrender. Then, he was surrounded at King's Mountain because he thought he had the tactical advantage. But as it turns out the Patriots out thought him and got him surrounded."

Dean sat down across from me, sifting through the papers, "Alright there Indiana Jones, how did he go from hard ass to vengeful spirit?"

"I'm getting there. Let me be a nerd for a few moments...Anyways, he was shot off his horse at King's Mountain, fell down the hill to the rebels."

Sam nodded, sitting down onto another chair, "So, hence, the vengeful spirit."

Dean nodded, "Well that's fantastic...but what about spook number two?"

I smiled, pulling out another sheet of paper, "This is where it gets good. See, Ferguson was shot off his horse. He wasn't killed."

Dean cut me off, "Well, his ghost running around would beg to differ."

I shot him a look, "Keep your mouth shut for a moment and let me finish..So, Ferguson rolls down the hill into enemy lines, and they decide they will offer him the chance for an unconditional surrender. They send a young rebel over to offer it and Ferguson pulls out his flintlock, and shoots him straight in the face. Boom, the rebels open fire on him, making him a cheese grater. Later they refuse to return his body to the Brits and bury him on sight."

I sit back putting my feet up on the table, proud of myself. Dean nods, looking over my work, "And let me guess...you know where he is buried."

"Down to the foot. Problem is it is an actual national landmark."

"Not to rain on your parade, but who is the second guy?"

I ran my tongue over my teeth, "My best guess, with the way his head was canoed out, the guy that Ferguson shot. He would have more reason than any to be a vengeful spirit."

Dean got up to get another cup of coffee, grabbing my empty one, "So what's the theory?"

"Well with what Sam found, I would say Ferguson is attacking people who are descendants of rebel soldiers or sympathizers."

"So what about the rest?"

I shrugged, "Well the other guy could only show up when triggered. Probably by Ferguson. I'm guessing since the rest aren't connected, he works just like a ghost haunts a house. Except in this case, he is haunting a forest."

Dean slid my cup of coffee back in front of me, "So we know where one is buried, what about the other?"

I shrugged, "He had an unmarked grave, they aren't even sure who he was."

"Great." Dean sighed. Sam ran his hand through his hair, looking through pages on his laptop, "So how we gonna do this?"

I played with the cup, rubbing my face, "Keep the tweens on lock-down then try to take care of this tonight-ish."

Sam shook his head, "Tonight is no good. There is a commemorative celebration, there are gonna be people crawling all over the place."

I rolled my eyes, "Fuck. That's fantastic...the ghosts aren't gonna stop being there because its party night."

Dean shrugged, "We are probably going to have to keep an eye on it...Though walking around with shotguns might equal some jail time."

I exhaled, "Well at the least we know who they are...What are we going to do the rest of the day?"

Dean raised his eyebrows, winking at me, "Well I don't know what we are going to do, but Sammy here is gonna hang out with his new girlfriend."

Sam slammed the laptop closed, "Shut-up Dean."

I smirked, chanting, "Sam and Melissa sittin' in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. First…"

"Shut-the-hell-up!" Sam shoved his seat back and walked towards the door.

Dean smiled, kicking his feet up onto the table, "Going to see your girl-friend?"

Sam yelled over his shoulder as he stomped out, "I'm going to find out more about this celebration and then hit the library and see if I can find out who that second ghost is...Don't you two work too hard."

I yelled after him, "Its not even six, the library doesn't open for another two hours."

Dean and me glanced at each other and broke out laughing. After a moment Dean crumpled up a piece of paper and tossed it at my face, "What do you wanna do Jen? I'm guessing no one else gets up before noon and we don't have to work before tonight because all the research is done."

I bit my lip for a moment, thinking. He was right, there was no way in hell anyone was getting up for another few hours. For once, we actually had a few guaranteed hours by ourselves. Weird. I glanced quickly over at him and caught him watching me with a smirk. At first I was nervous, but then I told myself, screw it, I'm sick of there always being some excuse. I got up and slowly walked over to him, Dean watching me the whole way. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I leaned down, my nose touching his. Dean's eyes searched mine, I closed the final distance and pressed my lips against his, hard, and he pushed back. I felt his hands on the back of my thighs pulling me forward onto his lap. Straddling him, I sat forward, moving my hands to Dean's head, threading my fingers through his hair. His hands pulled my body flush against his. I couldn't think anymore, not past his lips against mine and hands moving up my back and sides. I pulled away, gasping for breath. Leaning back and reaching down, I started to undo the buttons on his shirt, "This is what you meant when we had time to kill right?"

Dean chuckled, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt, "Um...hell yeah."

He drug it over my head, then pulled me closer, kissing me again. Lips moving urgently against mine, as I pushed his shirt back. His hands traveled down my stomach to the top of my jeans, I could feel the bulge in his pants growing. Dean's lips moved to my neck, moving slowly down to my shoulder, where he rested his forehead for a moment. As he began to push my jeans down there was a knock at the door, "Jen? Are you there?"

It was Mags, Dean leaned his head back, sighing. I yelled over my shoulder, "Yeah!... Hold on a sec. I'm coming."

Dean grabbed my chin, talking under his breath, "Well if she would have given us at least another ten to fifteen minutes you would have for sure." I smacked him lightly on the chest, shaking my head.

"Every god-damn time, I swear." I mumbled and leaned my forehead against Dean's, closing my eyes. I kissed him again quickly, then pushed myself up. Dean pulled me back to his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in my chest, mumbling indiscernible profanity. I pressed my lips against the top of his head for a moment. This time he let me get up and I ran to the door, pulling my clothes back on. I turned the knob on the door, Mags walked right in. I stood in place for a moment and then gestured, "Well just come right on in."

"Jen, I thought about it...Oh, hey." She had noticed Dean sitting there. He had one leg, crossed guy style across the other, button down draped across his lap. He waved to her awkwardly, "Hey."

"Mags, what were you thinking about?" Mags looked back at me. "What are you gonna do about this ghost?"

I sat back down in my original chair, "Well I thought I was crazy and ghosts didn't exist?"

She chuckled uncomfortably, "Well I had time to think that over. What are we doing about this ghost, I looked online and there are supposed to be over a thousand people there tonight."

I let out a sarcastic laugh, "We? There is no we. You, Sky and the rest of the Lollipop Guild are staying here. Me, Dean and Sam will take care of this."

"You three can't cover a thousand people." She argued.

"Um...watch us. You are staying here, end of discussion."

Mags shrugged, "Make me."

"Ha...No way in hell are you going within the vicinity of that park."

"Here's the thing Jen, you can either give us the low down and the tools to help, or we go in blind."

"Maggie," Dean started, "You and your friends could really get hurt. Leave this to us."

Mags turned on him, "Listen boner boy…" Dean looked at me uncomfortably, shrinking down into his seat, then she continued, "...I can take care of myself. You need our help. So help us to help you."

I ground my teeth together, "We will see...even if you are cut out for this shit, your little friends have no idea what they are getting themselves into."

"We already talked about it this morning."

"What the hell are teenagers doing up before the afternoon?"

She rolled her eyes, "When you get chased through the woods by two revolutionary age ghosts, it gets kinda hard to sleep...I still need to talk to the boys."

I rubbed my face, "You go do that. I will think about letting you go."

She got up to leave, but, "I'm not finished...You will do exactly what I tell you to do and exactly how I tell you to do it."

"Okay, I will be back in a few. Are we gonna go out to lunch?"

I nodded, "Yeah, we can."

Mags left and closed the door behind her. I leaned forward on the table, put my face in my hands, frustrated. Dean spoke, "Well there is no way in hell you two are related."

I didn't look up, "You can take the sarcasm down a notch or two."

His fingers tugged on my wrist, then sliding his hand over mine on the table. I circled my thumb over his knuckles, "Sorry."

He squeezed my hand, "One of these days we won't have either of our siblings barging in on us... I promise."

I scoffed, "Well, I guess eventually the odds have to work in our favor."

"You want some more coffee?"

I nodded. He pushed his chair back, tucked my hair back and leaned down, pressing his lips onto the top of my head. I turned my face upwards, and his palm moved to my cheek, thumb tracing along my skin. I groaned in frustration, wrapping my arms around his waist and putting my forehead against his stomach. Dean ran his hand through my hair, "I know babe. Trust me, I know."

After I downed my next cup of coffee, I had to go for a walk, "Why don't you call and tell Sam to get his ass back here so we can get them some food… And so we can get the hell out of this room."

Dean jumped up, feeling the same need to get out of close quarters, "I'm on it...go round them up."

I went a door over, knocking. Sky answered, "What's up?"

"We are going to go to lunch as soon as Sam gets back with the car…" I stopped talking as I did the head count in the room. There was Sky, there was Melissa, and there was Reed.

"Where are Brady and Mags?" I turned away, stalking to the next door before anyone answered me. Sky's footsteps echoed behind me, "Jen, stay calm."

"I am calm." I turned the handle on the room, the door was unlocked. Fortunately, they were still fully clothed. Unfortunately, they were making out.

"Oh, hell no." Brady jumped halfway across the room at my voice. I snatched him up by the collar of his shirt, holding him against the wall. Mags yelled, "What the hell, Jen? You can't do that."

"Um, yes I can…" I lifted Brady off his feet, "You keep your hands off my sister, and beat it before I pull your intestines out through your throat."

When I dropped him, he scrambled out of the room. I turned to Mags, she was turning red, "Jen! We wer…"

"You weren't what? Making out viciously, on a bed, in a hotel?"

"It wasn't going past that!"

I rolled my eyes, "Sure."

"So what? You get to fuck around a room over from where I'm sleeping?"

I was starting to see black spots, I was so pissed, "Number one, you are fourteen, watch your damn mouth. Number two, I wasn't doing anything and even if I was, I am an adult. You are still my younger, underage sister."

"You can't just show up and tell me what to do!"

"I'm your freaking big sister! Yes I can!"

She mocked me in a breathy voice, "Oh, I'm Jen and I'm sitting up on my high horse. Dean...Oh, Dean get off. Dean you are too big...Oh."

Oh my god. I started laughing, "Are you talking about last night?"

Mags crossed her arms, "Melissa recorded it and showed it to me."

I kept laughing, "I was reading and Dean was bothering me. The guy is two-hundred plus pounds and six foot two. When he lays on top of you it gets kinda hard to breathe."

She stared at me for a second, considering, "So you weren't…"

"Mags. No. Now do you want to go to lunch or not?"

"Sure."

By noon everyone was sitting around a table on the patio of some dive that they had found. There was a mountain of food in front of them, everyone digging in. Sky was halfway through a burger when she spoke, "So how is this going to go tonight?"

Sam choked on his salad, "What?"

Dean took another bite of his burger, "Yeah, the little rascals are apparently joining us tonight."

Jen ignored them, "Are you all coming?"

There were collective nods around the table. Melissa and Reed hesitated but joined, Jen continued, "Here is the deal...We are gonna all keep in contact, radios. Then since we can't exactly carry around guns, you are each gonna fill your backpacks with salt and a tire iron."

Mags sat forward, "What is that gonna do?"

Sam put his fork down, "The salt acts as a repellent, they will mist out. The shells that we shot into them the other day were rock salt rounds. The iron works the same way but it has to be pure."

Jen talked through her mouthful burger, "If you get in trouble you make a circle of salt and step in it They can't cross in."

"Why?" Sky asked.

Dean shrugged, "Both iron and salt are pure. In most religion impure spirits are warded by pure things, such as salt."

Mags scoffed, "So ghosts are afraid of table condiments?"

Jen shrugged and nodded, "Kinda funny huh?"

Sky's brow furrowed, "So how is this gonna work?"

Dean grabbed fries from Sam's plate, knowing that he wasn't going to touch them, "Well there are eight of us, we will split into groups of two, keep an eye on the civies."

Brady spoke nervously, avoiding eye contact with Jen, "I still don't understand what we are supposed to do."

Jen smirked, "You are gonna walk around and when the ghost shows up, you throw salt at it. We can't burn the body until tomorrow night, so that means our job is to keep everyone alive until then."

Sky nodded, "I looked up some of the details for tonight, it is supposed to be like a get together; food the whole works. Then there are supposed to be a couple of actors guiding tours until a little after dark. Then finally fireworks."

Sam shrugged, "Well we gotta stay until everyone's clear of the place."

Back at the hotel I had gathered all the kids backpacks. Dean, Sam and I were splitting up bags of salt and placing a tire iron in each bag. I had run out and bought every group a radio, which was charging on the wall.

"Do you actually think this is a good idea?" Sam asked.

I sighed, sealing another bag of salt, "I don't want them to be there but it is going to be awful hard for only the three of us to watch that many people. Plus I would rather keep them where I can get to them quickly...Alright let's go split them up."

I walked down the hall carrying some of the bags, I opened 232, "Alrighty, Sky you are going with Dean, Sam will take Reed, Melissa and Brady. Mags, you're with me. Anything looks out of place, you let the other groups know, don't engage the problem unless you don't have any other choice."

Mags came up to me, grabbing her bag, "Are you serious?"

I nodded, "Yeah. Let's go."

Sky's P.O.V

I look around at the crowded place and cringe mentally. I was never one for parties and celebrations and the such, but now I'm here. I mentally shake it off and glance at Dean. I'm really curious to why Jen didn't team up with him. They seem more in sync then any of us. I look away to scan the crowd and attempt to think of a conversation starter so the silence doesn't drag on.

"So..um...how long have you been with my sister?"

He chuckled uncomfortably, "Umm… Me and Sam met her on a hunt last fall."

I stare at him a bit. "That's not exactly what I meant..."

Dean looks off into the crowd, looking for something that I couldn't see, "That's what I figured, and the answer to that would depend on your definition of 'been with'...Come on."

I follow after him, going quiet as I thought this through. "Since you first kissed her. Or vice versa." I finally say, figuring this probably isn't the type of relationship where you ask to go on a proper date.

He gave a small smile, "Well then a few days after I met her...Then there was a lot of awkward."

I chuckle. "I could imagine..."

"Well...let's change the subject. Even though she is pretty chill about most shit, I'm not exactly sure how much your sister would want me to share. Or for that matter what I am comfortable sharing with her little sister."

I think a bit over it, then decide to let it drop. I glance over at him. Well, this just got a whole lot harder to talk, "So what exactly are we looking for? I know ghosts but...like are there any signs or something?"

"We are looking for people, Sky. People are important."

"Still confused here."

Dean looked down at me and smirked, "You see...ghosts follow certain patterns. Like these ones, we know they come out at night. So we don't exactly need to be watching for them during the day. We need to be watching for the people that the ghost would pick to attack...You wanna beer or something?"

I roll my eyes slightly. "Underage and Jen would kill you even if so."

"She has no room to talk, and what she doesn't know won't hurt her." Dean winked.

I laughed slightly, but still shook my head no. "You go ahead. I'd rather have my wits about me"

"Don't mind if I do." He grabbed a beer from a nearby table.

I scanned around the crowd, taking in all of the people. I thought I spotted Jen and Mags but they disappeared in a blink.

Jen had taken off with a pissed Mags into the crowd. Jen stood there arms crossed, scanning.

"What the hell Jen?"

"What the hell, what?" Jen asked dryly without looking at her.

"Why am I here with you?"

Jen met her sister's eyes, "Look over my shoulder at the man in the green plaid. Do you see him?"

Mags nodded and Jen kept going, "He is gonna pick-pocket that man holding the blonde kid in three, two, one.."

As she finished the countdown, sure enough it happened. Mags was impressed, "How did you know that was going to happen?"

Jen lifted up her aviator sunglasses, looking Mags in the eyes, "I spent the last four years learning how to read people. See, people don't know they know it, but their instincts know when they are near a monster, something that doesn't belong. And monsters are good, but when they imitate humans, their actions are a little off."

"Cool party trick, but that wasn't what I asked."

Jen sighed, "People notice stuff, even if they don't know they notice. Me and you, separate, would be noticeable. Sam and Reed could be brothers. Blending in is important to anonymity. Plus, this split up gives us the best chance of actually keeping these things from hurting anyone and any of us from getting hurt. Plus you are exactly like me, you will run off on your own, doing something incredibly stupid."

Mags nodded, acknowledging the truth of Jen's assessment, and started strolling next to her big sister, "So what are we looking for?"

"Well the spook could, but would unlikely turn up in the middle of the crowd, during the daylight. So our best bet would be after dark, the stragglers. Which would be…"

"Teenagers, and couples."

Jen nodded, "Yep...so our job is to sniff out the potentials before sundown and keep an eye on them...Smile, Mags. We are supposed to be having fun. If you exude panic, they will feel panic."

Mags tried to fake a smile but watched her sister glance around quickly, wondering what she was seeing. Jen pulled two beers from a nearby table and handed one to Mags who sipped on it. The cold liquid helped to combat the heavy humidity in the air. As darkness began to loom on the horizon Jen had strategically wandered toward Dean and Sky. They spoke without ever acknowledging each other, never drawing attention to themselves.

"What do you think?" Dean asked.

Jen shrugged, "There are a few teens that may try to break off when the fireworks start but it seems like everyone should, for the most part, stick together."

Dean nodded, "I'll radio the other groups, keep them with the crowd, in the back."

Jen's eyes scanned the crowd and then his face, "All of us on the outskirts?"

Dean exhaled, "Probably be best."

They parted in opposite directions. Jen pulled out her radio and hooked an earbud into it, keeping it down in her jacket pocket. She flipped it on, "Alright everyone, keep calm and just watch. Let me, Sam, or Dean know if you see anything."

Voices rang over the earbud in response. Jen lead Mags to the woodline, they each leaned up against a tree. Meanwhile Sam and Reed had found a seat near the back. Brady and Melissa were about halfway up through the people, their attention drawn to a kid pleading with his mother,

"But I saw him mommy."

"Sure you did sweetie, now sit down and watch…"

"But he was hurt, he was all bloody."

"And where is he now?"

"He...he disappeared."

"I have had enough of you and your wild imagination, now sit down with your sister and watch the fireworks."

Brady whipped around to Melissa, "What do you think?"

She shrugged, "Let's go check it out?"

"No, we should call Jen or Dean."

Melissa got up and started walking to where the boy had been pointing, Brady hissed at her, "Melissa! Get back here."

She kept going. Brady squirmed in his seat for a moment and then took off after her, turning on his radio. Melissa turned, snatching it off of him, "Don't bother them, we got this."

"But…"

"I'm telling you that we have this." Melissa insisted, and kept going into the woods. The fireworks cast colorful shadows in the woods, making them even more confusing and creepy. Over the cracks of the fireworks the wind blew through the leaves. Branches cracked, snapping in unexpected directions. "Melissa, we need to go back."

I stood in the woodline watching the people watch the finale fireworks in awe. "Mags."

I pointed to a couple of people sneaking off, it was a few boys; probably trying to smoke something, drink something or vandalize something. She nodded and I stood upright, walked after them, trailed by her. Picking up the pace to a jog, I tried to keep them in my sight. I turned around another oak tree and Dean popped out of nowhere with Sky, "You following the pot smokers?"

I nodded, "Have you seen the others lately?"

He shook his head, "I saw Sam probably a half hour ago...Brady and Melissa are MIA."

"Shit." I glanced and could see that group of boys flicking a lighter. Mags grabbed my arm, "What about Brady and Melissa?"

I shrugged, tossing her my radio, "Try and get ahold of..."

A shriek behind us cut me off. I whipped around, listening again. The crowds were trickling off in the distance, their voices a low rumble. And again there was a scream, I didn't take any time to bark orders, I just ran. Mags fell into stride with me and I could hear the other two's steps right on our heels. I slid to a stop, trying to find my bearings. Another scream ripped through the woods, this time a male's. We took off again, I was trying to pull the tire iron out of my bag. I reached the top of the hill, the screaming was coming from a hollow at the bottom. I ran over the edge, sliding down the dirt on my ass, racing for the end. There was a snap and Sky lost her balance, rolling the rest of the way down. At the bottom I pulled her up to her feet and squatted, scanning the forest before me.

"Help!" It was Melissa's voice calling. Shit. I sprinted past the next few trees, then I tripped, falling over a person. Melissa was lying there in the fetal position. I snatched her up by her shirt, "Where is Brady?"

She whipped her head back and forth, searching, "The...the...gho…"

I hauled her upright, "Dean! Get her out of here."

I kept moving further into the woods, drag and struggle marks in the dirt. There was another scream.

"Brady!" Mags yelled.

"Maggie!" His voice was fading in the distance. Mags took off in front of me, I tried to grab her but she slipped past. Shit. I kept moving forward, staying low, trying to stay quiet. Fingers wrapped around my upper arm, I spun, tire iron swinging. Dean ducked and deflected my wrist, the tire iron sunk into the tree, sticking there, "Jesus, Jen...take it easy."

"Where's Melissa? Sky?"

"Sam and Reed showed up. He is taking them back to the hotel...Mags?"

"She took off. I think the spook has Brady. Shit, Dean, we gotta find her fast."

"I know. Where would Ferguson take them?"

"Don't know." I started moving through the trees again, it was getting harder to see the marks in the dirt. Limbs and sticks were freshly snapped, the moisture in the air getting thicker, heavier, until the sky let loose and the rain poured down.

"Mags!" I yelled, unable to see more than a few feet in front of me. Dean pulled a flashlight out and flicked it on, scanning the forest, light reflecting off the rain. I tried again, "Mags!"

There was no answer, no noise other than the rain on the foliage. Dean shoved another flashlight into my hand and we moved forward, searching.

"Jen!" Mags' voice rang through the trees.

"Mags!" I yelled back, trying to find the source.

"Jen! Help" I moved to where it came from, cautious. Entering a large ravine, Mags was standing at the source, brandishing her tire iron. She was facing away, up the ridge. There was Ferguson, dragging Brady behind him, ascending the hill. Brady's body flopped, he was unconscious at the least, dead at the worst. Mags tried to take off again, jumping forward. I moved fast enough to grab her around the shoulders, holding her back,

"No!", I commanded.

"No...Brady!" She yelled, willing him to answer her. She struggled against me, Dean pulled the tire iron out of her hands. He shook her shoulders, "Mags, you need to stay here and let me and Jen handle this...Mags!"

She finely focused. I glanced up and saw Ferguson still making his way upward, the trees snapping, the wind whipping. I grabbed the iron off Dean, running up, climbing the mossy rocks, my feet slipping on the wet ground. I tried to use a rock as a handhold but it let loose, revealing a human skull. Uck. At the top of the hill Ferguson held Brady upright, I was only halfway up. He unsheathed the sword, stabbing it through Brady's shoulder.

"Brady!" Mags' voice rang up the hill. I threw the iron upwards, it passed through him forcing him to dissipate. Brady began to fall down the cliffside, down into the ravine. Repeating Ferguson's death, his body tumbling towards us. This was gonna hurt like a bitch. I braced as his body smacked into mine, I tried to claw into the dirt, but the impact made me fall backwards. After a tumble or two we smacked into Dean and the combined force knocked us all the rest of the way down the hill. We stopped in a pile at the bottom. Dean groaned, "Everyone okay?"

I coughed, stretching, "Yeah."

Mags was pulling us all apart, trying to make sure we were all alive. She pulled me into a sitting position, "Jen?"

"I'm fine...make sure your boyfriend has a pulse." She paused for a second, I smacked her lightly on the shoulder, "Mags, I'm fine...Go."

She spun on her heels and looked over Brady. Dean reached over and grabbed my shoulder, scanning me. I looked him over real quick, I scoffed, "The fall didn't improve your looks."

He chuckled, "It didn't improve your sense of humor either."

I reached out a hand, Dean grabbed it and we hauled each other to our feet. I brushed myself off, yelling over the pounding rain, "You don't by chance think that took care of the bastard do you?"

Dean shook his head, " We don't have that kind of luck...How's the kid?"

He was groaning in pain, Mags pulled him upward, "Suck it up Sally… Jen give me a hand."

"Put him down for a second." I pulled his shirt back, looking at the wound. It went through his side, it was far enough to the outside that there was no chance of organ damage. But the rain was causing the mud to mix with the blood. I tore a piece of his shirt off and Dean pulled him into a sitting position. I wrapped it around, pulling it tight, applying the pressure.

"Alright. That should hold until we get him back. Mags, grab mine and Dean's bag, get the salt out. There should be at least one ire iron left…"

Dean cut me off, "There is a shotgun in mine, pull it out...What?"

I shook my head, smiling at him, "I knew there was a reason I liked you."

Grabbing Brady's arm, I pulled him upright, Dean grabbed him under the other arm and we started making our way through the woods. Mags had the shotgun out and a flashlight with the bags slung over her shoulder. The rain made it slow going. Brady kept groaning in pain, barely conscious. Dean talked over him, "So what? Ferguson nabs them and stabs them? Why didn't he kill him?"

I kept searching ahead, "Remember he fell down the hill after he was injured, wasn't killed until later. I think it might be a loop."

Mags flashed the light in my face quickly, "Speak English for the paranormally challenged."

I scoffed as we kept trudging forward, "Their victims are reliving the death cycle. I don't think Ferguson is finishing them off."

She turned again confused, "He just stuck Brady with a sword!"

Dean readjusted Brady's weight, "The bodies are gone, they disappear."

"We already know Ferguson was buried. I don't think he is pissed because he is dead.. He is pissed because he was never given back. What if the no name is pissed because he was never found? What if he is the reason the bodies are nev..." My breath fogged in front of me, there was a chill up my spine. I glanced over at Dean and he rolled his eyes, this was just great. Mags was searching wildly, "What's going on?"

Dean started moving forward again, the rain began to slow, "Keep your eyes open, keep moving."

Mags kept scanning the woods and when the unknown ghost appeared next to her, she screeched.

"Mags! The gun." Jen yelled, Mags pulled it around, unloading a round into the ghost's face. They were almost back to where everyone had been seated for the fireworks. Dean spoke, "How are we gonna get rid of him?"

Jen tried to think, but Brady was ripped backwards, knocking her and Dean off their feet. The wind rushed out of Jen's lungs, she coughed, getting to her knees. The ghost had Brady pinned down and she did the only thing she could do, tackled it. As they hit the ground and rolled, it dissipated. Dean grabbed the bag off of Mags and pulled out the salt, making a circle around Brady,

"Mags, get in the circle.", He ordered and she jumped inside. Dean tossed Jen a bag, she protested, "That's only gonna hold him off for so long. The rain is going to wash away the salt."

"Yeah, I know but we need to figure something out fast. This buys us some time."

Jen sighed, "Any ideas?"

He shook his head, "No one knows where he is buried?"

"No...Even if we had an idea I don't think it would matter."

Dean gave her a skeptical look, Jen continued, "I pulled out a skull on the hill, only a skull. He was probably scattered."

"Mother fucker!" Dean tried to think. All they had was the salt and ten or so rounds left. The wind began to whip through the trees again, blowing leaves and branches around them. Jen turned to her sister, "You stay in there, do not leave. Shoot anything that isn't us."

Mags nodded nervously. Jen turned in a slow circle, waiting for the inevitable. The ghost flashed by Dean, the half of his head that was left, tilted.

"Behind you." Jen stated calmly, Dean swung, tossing some of the salt. It disappeared. Twigs snapping through the forest made them all turn. Sam was jogging with a heavy duffel bag slung over his back. Jen began to panic, losing her composure, "What the hell are you doing here? Where are the kids?"

Sam breathed heavily, "They are fine, I left them in the park bathrooms with salt lines. Figured when you guys didn't show up you could use a hand."

Dean slapped his brother on the shoulder, "Well I got one for you Sammy. How do you kill a ghost that is buried all over the forest?"

Sam set his bag on the ground, "When I was taking them to the car I was thinking about the patterns and I thought that maybe Ferguson isn't the one killing them, at least not finishing him off. and I thought about what Jen had said about him being an unknown off…"

"We already figured that much out Sam!" Jen cut him off, "We need a plan."

"I was getting to that." Out of the bags he pulled out some iron chains, "What if we bury these and trap him inside the circle."

Dean gave him a quizzical look, "Sammy you are definitely the brains of this operation."

Jen was still skeptical, "Will that actually work?"

Sam shrugged, "If a ghost can't cross into a circle they shouldn't be able to cross out...Just how do we get him in?"

Jen thought for a moment and then looked over at Brady and Mags. Mags saw her and shook her head, "No Jen."

"Mags it is the only way."

Sam and Dean saw what she was thinking. Mags continued to shake her head. Jen turned and walked to her, "I'm not going to let anything happen to him. I swear."

Dean nodded, "We know what we are doing...well... most of the time."

Sam pulled a couple of small shovels out of the bag and tossed one to Jen. They began digging a circle deeper in the woods, away from where Brady and Mags were. They dug about a foot down and laid the chains into the bottom, leaving about three feet of it open, the chains laying forward. They placed the dirt back over the chain already in the bottom. While they did this, Dean told Mags what she and Brady must do. She nodded, never saying a word in response. Jen arrived back, Dean acknowledged her, "All ready?"

Jen nodded, "Yep. Mags do you know what you are doing?"

Mas exhaled and nodded, staring at her big sister, "God hates a coward, right Jen?"

Jen and Dean shared a look and she half smiled, "God hates a coward. Alrighty then...Let's get this show on the road."

She reached her boot out and rubbed the salt line away. The second the ring was broken, the cold wind whipped through the trees again.

"Fuck. This is a bad idea." Jen mumbled as she grabbed Brady under the arm, Mags grabbing under the other. Dean trailed them, holding the shotgun. Branches began to fall through the canopy, the water from the leaves flew horizontally. They traversed the two hundred or so yards between them a the trap as well as they could. The soldier flashed into their path and Dean blasted him, he disappeared momentarily. But then Dean flew through the air, skidding across the dirt. Jen almost dropped Brady, but Dean waved her off, "Keep going, I'm fine."

They kept dragging Brady, who was just regaining consciousness, the rest of the way. They set him inside the gates of the trap and waited. But the forest calmed as they entered the unclosed circle. Nothing moved, nothing stirred. The only noise their heartbeats and breathing. Mags stared ahead, "This shit cannot be good."

Jen chuckled, "You took the words right out of my mouth."

A crunch of leaves brought their attention forward. The outline of the ghost stalked purposely toward them, one step at a time. Time seemed to slow and their breath fogged, some of the plants begin to frost over. Mags muscles bunched, she was ready to move.

"Wait." Jen commanded under her breath, kneeling down, "We have to wait."

The ghost continued to close the distance, one step at a time. Mags watched Jen's cool, set face, then glanced back at the ghost, and back at Jen. The ghost looked down at the small ditch before him, but didn't falter. He got down on his hands and knees crawling towards them, nose to nose with Jen, icy breath moving the straggling hair on her face. She stared into his one eye and then smiled, "Sam!"

Jen kicked back with Mags, pushing themselves out of the circle with Brady. Sam came out behind the trees, sliding and closing the circle, connecting the final links. The ghost turned, screeching, and ran towards Brady. As it reached the freshly turned dirt, he bounced back like he hit glass. Screeching again, he disappeared, reappeared and hit another part of the circle, stalking the inside. Mags stared for a moment and then started laughing, Jen looked at her in disbelief and then joined in the laughter. Dean and Sam just stared until they stopped, and pulled Brady to his feet.

Jen sat around with her sisters the next day and caught up on activity from the last two years. They played 500 Rummy and Dean joined them for a few quick rounds of Spades. They talked about high school for them. Both Mags and Sky had achieved honor roll and taking AP classes. Sky had taken up cosplaying and anime conventions in her spare time, while Mags had taken up school sports. They had known about Jen being at MIT but had had no idea that she had transferred over to Harvard. Later came the inevitable Mom and Dad questions. It had turned out that they had been worried and still were, but as disappointed as they were in Jen, both Sky and Mags thought that more than anything they just wanted to know that she was alive and okay.

As the darkness came and the sun set, Jen put them in their rooms with a movie for the night. She and the boys returned to the park for the last time, bringing with them shovels, salt, accelerant, and a pack of matches. First they had to remove all the rocks from Fergusons grave. It was tradition as visitors walked through the park to place a rock on the grave. When they were just about through the rocks, all sweating horribly, Dean asked, "Do you really think we need to burn him too? If he isn't killing anyone."

Jen sighed, piercing the ground with the shovel, "Rather be safe than sorry. Plus he is stabbing people."

Dean began shoveling as well, "Guess thats a good point."

As they kept digging, each took a turn. When the hole was over Jen's shoulders, she clambered out and Sam jumped in, digging until his shovel met bone, "Here we are."

He uncovered the rest and then climbed out. Jen spread the salt and kerosene. Sam grabbed the matches, lighting them all and tossing them in. They watched Ferguson burn, Dean sighed, "One more down."

Jen scoffed, "Who knows how many more to go."

After the body burned to nothing, they recovered the dirt over the body, replacing the rocks the best they could. Hoping that the park rangers would be none the wiser. They drove back and entered the motel after two and fell right into bed, exhausted, not even bothering to undress. They fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows.

By early the next afternoon, Jen was lifting the last of her sister's suitcases into their cars. Brady, Reed and Melissa were doing a last minute sweep, making sure they didn't forget anything. Jen shut the trunk, "That's it right?"

"Yep." Mags nodded, putting her hands in her pockets.

"Well…" Jen started, "...I would be grateful if your boyfriend would keep that stab wound underwraps. The stitches can come out in a few weeks."

Mags laughed quickly, "Okay. I don't think any of us plan on telling anyone what we have seen over the last few days...So this is what you do, huh?"

Jen shrugged, "Yeah...I guess so."

"I get it now." Mags replied, half smiling. Jen furrowed her brow, and Mags kept going, "You get to save people, help them. I get it."

Jen just smiled and looked down at her feet. She still didn't forgive herself for how she left her sisters, but at the very least, they knew why now. Mags closed the gap and pulled Jen into a hug, she didn't respond at first, but Jen relaxed and embraced her youngest sister. They broke away and Sky came over, carrying her backpack, "Did I miss something?"

Jen didn't say anything, just pulled her into a hug. Eventually she pushed Sky back to arms length, "Well you guys better get outta here before a werewolf starts chasing you around the parking lot or something."

They both laughed awkwardly, not wanting to leave. Sky looked up at Jen, "Can we call you or…?"

Jen chuckled, "Of course you can call. Maybe I will drop by for Thanksgiving or Christmas, give the folks a heart attack."

Dean came up behind her, "Don't go making plans without consulting the man with the car."

Jen turned to him and smiled, "That's why I have my own."

"Oh, well you have to get to Bobby's some how to get it. And I think that does require a car."

Jen smiled, "Oh it does?"

Dean wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her back against him, "I'm pretty sure it does."

Jen giggled as the other three came running out of the building, sporting their last minute items. Melissa looked around for Sam, clearly disappointed that he was no where in sight. Jen and Dean shared a quick glance. After Sam had heard they were leaving, he had said his goodbyes to Sky and Mags and then ran into town to hide from Melissa. Reed jumped right into the car, Brady awkwardly came to stand next to Mags.

Jen smirked, "Hey kid."

He looked up, Jen continued, "I guess you are all right, but take it easy on groping my little sister, okay."

Brady nodded slowly, "Thanks for stitching me up."

Jen waved him off, "Don't' mention it, we deal with this all the time...Alrighty, I guess this is goodbye."

Sky stared at her sister for a moment and then rushed forward, hugging her again. After she let go, she hopped straight into the driver's seat of the car. Mag gave them a two finger salute, "Hey Dean."

"Hmm."

"I guess you're alright but take it easy on groping my big sister."

Dean laughed, waving back, "Will do."

They stood there and watched the car pull out of the parking lot and down the road. After a moment Jen turned back to the hotel, trying not to show how upset she was, "What's the plan backslash where is Sam?"

"Sam ran into town to avoid Melissa, I heard there was another incident this morning...As for the plan, we are staying here for at least another night. Figured the rooms are already rented and we could use a day off."

"Rooms?" Jen turned to him as she slipped the key card into the lock. Dean shrugged, "Sam moved into the room two down that the boys were in…um, he wanted to look for another hunt already and I figured we could watch TV, maybe order in some pizza...umm"

Dean scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, but Jen turned, placing her hands on his chest, "Umm...you want to get laid ."

He shrugged, smirking, "Well...if that is where pizza and TV goes."

Jen shook her head and laughed, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, standing on her tiptoes. He breached the gap, lips meeting hers. When Jen stopped and leaned back she spoke seriously, "Definitely pizza first because I'm starving."

"Okay…" He picked up his phone and dialed, "Meat lovers plus onion okay?"

Jen nodded and flopped on the bed, trying to find something to watch. While Dean was on the phone she let her face fall, she couldn't help it but she was a little depressed about her sisters leaving. After Dean flipped the phone shut he sat next to her, handing Jen a beer and placing an arm around her, "Whatcha find?"

Jen sighed, "Nothing yet...what are you feeling?"

"Any movies on?"

"Umm...crap, crap, more crap. Oh...Cuckoo's Nest? They are gonna cut out the swearing cause its on a normal channel but.."

"Great movie no matter what." Dean said and sipped on his beer. Jen just leaned into his arm, even though this was one of her favorites, she really didn't watch it, just stared off into space, thinking. A funny part past and when Jen didn't laugh Dean sat more upright, concerned, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I was just…" The knock of the delivery guy cut her off. Jen got up and paid him. She tossed the pizza on the bed, "Dig in."

Dean smirked, grabbing a piece, "Don't mind if I do."

Jen sat back down and they split the the extra large pizza right up the middle, scarfing down the food while watching the movie. Dean wrapped his arm around her again, pulling her close. They finished that movie, and began the one on after that. As darkness began to creep through the sky, they finished off the six pack. Once it was totally dark and the second movie was winding down, Dean began to press his lips into the side of Jen's hair and then she felt the butterflies and excited nervousness that she always felt. But this time it was different, there was something else too. Jen couldn't really find a word for it but the events of the last few days were taking its toll. She wasn't really feeling it but she was going to try, for Dean. He pulled her flat, moving on top, Jen kissed him back, reaching for his shirt. He smiled, allowing Jen to pull it off, and returned to kissing her, pushing her farther into the mattress. As Dean began to move his hands to the top of her pants, he drug his lips down her body, pushing her shirt up. Immediately he knew something was off. Her body didn't respond like it normally would, she was stiff, the motions were forced. Dean stopped, wrapping his arms around her waist and laying his chin right below her breasts he laid down and looked up, "What's wrong? Did I do something?"

Jen panicked, "No...I…"

Dean half smiled, speaking softly, "What is it?"

She wouldn't meet his eyes, "I don't know...Don't worry about it, we can keep going…"

"Absolutely not. No way in hell." He said abruptly, Jen looked down, confused. Dean sighed and kissed her stomach lightly before he continued, "I'm guessing your upset about everything that has gone down. I know you didn't start the week thinking that you were going to have a family reunion...Jen, if you didn't want to you should have just said something."

Jen winced, "I'm sorry."

Dean scrambled upwards, kneeling over her, placing a hand on either side of her face, lightly forcing her to look at him, "Don't ever be sorry for something like that. I know you have had some fucking shitty experience with guys in the past, but I'm never going to be mad or even bummed out because you're not feelin it. I never want you to feel obligated."

Jen swallowed hard, now slightly embarrassed, "I'm so…"

"So help me God, Jen, stop apologizing."

"Sor…"

"Stop." Dean leaned down and kissed her much slower, easier than before. Simply to silence her and calm her down. When he stopped, Jen began to talk again, "I just...we always get interrupted or something always happens. And I was like 'oh great, the one time we actually have time I'm the problem'. So…"

Dean shook his head, laying back down across her, resting his head, "You are never, ever the problem. Babe, it is supposed to be fun for both of us all the time. No exceptions. Both and all. Always."

Jen was so incredibly relieved, she began running her fingers mindlessly through his hair. Dean's weight was oddly comforting for her, and for Dean listening to her eventually relax made him feel better about what had happened. Honestly, he had felt like shit that Jen would feel obligated, but he knew her history with Ethan hadn't given her a healthy view of relationships. Combining that with the quality that he admired most, Jen's willingness to give to other people, her selflessness; Dean knew that would cause her to be more worried about him than herself. He turned his head and brushed his lips over her stomach again, "Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head, "No, I'm alright."

Dean respected that and pressed his face against her again, closing his eyes, content to simply lay with her the rest of the night. When her fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck, she spoke softly, "Dean?"

"Hmm?"

"I…" She swallowed hard, Dean patiently waited, opening his eyes, watching her chest rise and fall. A few moments passed, "Dean...I love you."

Dean couldn't stop the smile, he closed his eyes, resting against her skin, "I love you too Jen."

They laid in silence, Dean tightened his arms around her, and Jen continued to play with his short hair. Eventually they both drifted off, sleeping through the night.