Title: The Boys Went Down to Georgia

Author: Razorbackgal0225

Rating: PG-13--A little language, but that's all

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, cars or situations from Supernatural, but I sure wish I did. Anything you don't recognize is mine.

Author's Note: This is my first time posting a story, so I hope you enjoy. Please review whether you do or you don't. A special thanks to my beta, Sarah, I couldn't do this without her. And thanks to my reviewers, you don't know how happy you've made me!
Katie's day had been a living nightmare. She hadn't slept well the night before, mostly due to the raging headache that had developed during her fight with Lilly. When Sam and Dean had finally left the house, Lilly had pounded back down the stairs demanding to know why her aunt had turned them away. For all of Lilly's normal sweetness, she had one heck of a temper when she was riled. More yelling had led to tears on both sides, with finally a phone call to Amanda being placed. Amanda had managed to calm Lilly down slightly and had informed her that Katie was only doing what was necessary. It had been tricky explaining to Lilly why the men weren't welcome in the house anymore. Amanda and Katie had agreed that telling Lilly the whole truth, especially Amanda's suspicions that involved a child-slavery ring, was not the best idea. The little girl had still been angry with both women for not believing Mr. Dean and Mr. Sam, but she had at least calmed down enough to go to sleep.

Breakfast that morning had been a silent affair. Lilly had prepared for her last day of school, still a little sullen, but had eventually given Katie a hug when they started towards the garage. That hug had so far been the one bright spot in her Katie's day.

When she arrived at the flower shop, Jenny Newman had been waiting outside the locked door, demanding the Katie start decorating the church as soon as she could. Katie had diplomatically explained that the wedding coordinator was picking up the flowers later in the morning and would set everything up, but Jenny had been adamant that Katie oversee the movement of the flowers. So, Katie had put up her 'Gone on Shop Business' for an hour and trudged down to the Presbyterian Church. The bright sunlight had not helped her headache at all and neither had the shrieking from Jenny's three flower girls.

Katie had finally escaped the church at 10:30, reopened the flower shop and tried not to have a nervous break down. While she realized the events from the night before were troubling her, she couldn't quite understand the intensity of her feelings regarding the whole thing. She had met the men claiming to be investigators twice, once for all of five minutes, yet she felt strangely betrayed by them. She tried to tell herself that she would have felt that way if it had been anyone that lied to her, but she wasn't convinced. Each time she made the decision to write them off as complete freaks, the warmth and sincerity of Sam's eyes came back to her. She couldn't decide which bothered her more: that they had lied to her or that she had been so quick to believe them.

To take her mind off the situation, Katie looked out the open door of the flower shop. Today being the last day of school, class pictures were being taken in front of the old courthouse and it was a perfect day of it. A steady stream of children had been climbing up the three step risers that were set up under the magnolia tree directly across the street from the store. The kids' giggling was a balm to Katie's frazzled nerves. She smiled for the first time all day. "Everything's going to be alright," she told herself softly.

Seeing that Mrs. Henry's third graders were starting to get set up, she grabbed the digital camera from under the counter and moved outside. She had promised Lilly she would get a picture for her, so that she didn't have to wait on the one from the photographer. Class pictures were a very big deal at Lilly's age.

She stepped outside into the bright late morning sunshine. She smiled at several parents that had the same idea she did, all holding cameras as well. Her smile grew as she watched her niece and her friends switch places on the risers, everyone wanting to stand next to someone else. Lilly waved at her and Katie returned the gesture before walking over to talk to one of the other woman standing a few feet away from the kids.

On the steps, Lilly readjusted her ponytail for the sixth time the morning. She didn't consider herself very girly, but as her mom had taught her, pictures in Commerce always lasted forever. She did not want to look messy in this picture. She was very pleased with her position, between her best friend Casey and the cutest boy in their class, David. Not that she really cared that he was cute, but it was nice to be standing next to him. He wasn't anything compared to Mr. Dean, or even Mr. Sam for that matter. She was still unhappy with Aunt Katie for throwing them out of the house the day before, but she couldn't stay mad at her very long. Aunt Katie had told her that Mr. Sam and Mr. Dean had lied about who they were and she couldn't very well believe strangers over her favorite aunt, even if she liked them a lot. Her teacher interrupted her thoughts with the announcement that it was time to take the picture. Lilly saw that Aunt Katie was ready with her camera and that the photographer was starting the normal countdown. She put on her prettiest smile and waited.

Just before the photographer got to the 'say cheese' part, Nicki Wilson, who was standing on the front row said, "Hey, who's that kid?" The photographer, obviously tired of dealing with kids for three hours, stopped the count.

"Listen, kids, let's try and be quiet for just a few seconds and we'll all be done," a definite thread of impatience evident in his voice. At the same time, one of the other kids said, "Yeah, who is that?" A few of the kids, including Lilly, refocused on the spot where Nicki had pointed earlier. Lilly's heart began to pound and her eyes grew big. It was the boy from the toy store, still see-through, standing off to the side of the risers.

A lot of things happened in the next few seconds. Not knowing that the kids weren't paying attention, several of the parents behind the big camera, including Katie, took their pictures. A weird noise, like a rock scraping against a driveway caused some of the grown-ups to search for the source of the sound. Suddenly, one of the teachers from another class rushed over to the risers, yelling at the kids to move. All the kids, confused by the new orders, didn't know what to do. Dirt started to rain down from above, hitting some of the kids as they ran off the steps. The noise grew louder and rose above the squeals of the children, causing the parents and Katie to look up. One of the heavy planters that sat on the ledge of the clock tower was moving. The parents scrambled to reach their children, hoping to get them out of the way before the planter fell.

"Lilly!" Katie yelled at her niece. The little girl was transfixed by something off to the side of the action and wasn't moving quick enough to suit her aunt. Katie darted across the street, yelling Lilly's name the whole time. When Lilly caught her aunt's movement out of the corner of her eye, it broke the spell. She ran, with her best friend Casey right behind her, straight to Katie, who was waiting with open arms to catch them. They had only taken a couple of steps when the scraping noise stopped and the planter plunged to the ground. It smashed into the ground, several of the kids screaming as it broke into pieces. Some of the shards bounced towards the remaining children; a few of the larger ones hitting kids that hadn't moved quickly enough. Adults rushed to the injured children, picking them up and carrying them to a safer area. Someone was heard shouting into a cell phone at the 9-1-1 operator.

Katie grabbed Lilly and Casey into a bear hug when they reached her and turned them away from the activity. A couple of the kids were crying and Katie could see at least one of them was bleeding pretty heavily. A moment later, Casey's mom rushed over to Katie's side, claiming her daughter. Katie bent down and picked up Lilly, cradling her much as she had the day after the accident in the Toy Store. Moving away from the activity, Katie crossed the street and leaned against the side of the building.

"Did you see him, Aunt Katie?" Lilly whispered, her head buried in Kate's shoulder.

"See who, sweetheart?"

"That little boy. He was here right before that thing fell. The one I saw in Granger's that day."

Katie felt her heart begin to pound. The nagging suspicion she had that something weird was happening grew. She knew her niece and knew without a shadow of a doubt that Lilly wouldn't make up something like this, especially after having seen some of her friends hurt. Still holding Lilly, she stroked her back and murmured words of comfort to her. The whole time, she was wracking her brain for an explanation for all these attacks.

A few minutes later, Katie had Lilly settled in the back room of the flower shop, drinking a juice box and watching TV. She walked out of the shop and surveyed the scene. Two ambulances had arrived, one was about to transport the child with the major injury to the hospital. The other ambulance was being used to treat the minor scrapes and bruises that had been acquired. She could hear the parents discussing what had happened, but couldn't make out anything specifically. She wasn't sure she wanted to hear what they had to say. As she moved further out onto the sidewalk, Katie noticed something lying next to one of her flower boxes. She realized it was camera, which she had dropped in haste when going to meet Lilly.

She picked it up, an uncomfortable thought creeping into her conscious. The kids had been distracted by something right before she had taken the picture. She hesitantly hit the 'review' button on the camera. Scrolling quickly through the pictures of flower arrangements, she came to the picture of Lilly's class. Her breath stopped in her throat and she choked back a gasp. Not more than two feet away from the kids stood a little boy, dressed in completely old-fashioned clothing, staring up at the ledge where the planter had been. A cold chill ran up her spine. She was absolutely certain that she had not seen that boy when she originally took the picture. Her thoughts immediately turned to Sam and Dean. What if they were right? What if this was a ghost?