"Dean, where are you going?" Sam asked as Dean drove past the turn off for the ice arena.
"I think we need to talk to some of Jasmines friends who were there when she died."
"The rink was basically empty though."
"But not completely" Dean said defiantly. They went to one of Jasmine's friends' houses. The house was cream bricked with a neat garden and a fountain. They strode up the steps and Dean knocked on the door. A girl with strawberry blonde hair answered the door. She looked them up and down and smiled flirtatiously.
"Bridgette Whitman?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, and you are…?" She asked.
"Detective Simmons and Frehley" they flashed their badges, using the aliases from before.
"We'd like to ask you a few questions about your friend, Jasmine's death." Bridgette looked down sadly and opened the door for Sam and Dean to walk through. She lead them to the living room where there were two other girls, one had sun tanned skin and an angular face and another had caramel blonde hair. The girl with caramel blonde hair turned around and recognised Sam instantly. Sam's eyes widened slightly.
"This is Claudia" Bridgette gestured to Claudia, "and this is Chelsea." She gestured to the other girl.
"Detective Simmons and Frehley" Dean declared and once again they presented their badges. Claudia looked shocked by the new founded fact that Sam was a 'FBI Agent'. Sam caught her eye and gave her a slight smile, which she returned awkwardly.
"We're here to ask you a few questions about Jasmine," Dean started. Chelsea and Claudia nodded slowly. " So, in the days leading up to her death, did you notice anything weird or unusual? Was she acting strange?" They all exchanged looks. Claudia looked at her feet, trying to avoid Sam's eyes.
"Actually, yeah, she was running around with this guy…" Chelsea told them. Dean gave her a 'so what' face.
"She's not like that though; she never did anything like that." Bridgette added. " And none of us ever met him." She looked at Chelsea and Claudia to confirm.
"D'you have a name?" Dean asked.
"uhh…" Chelsea looked at Claudia.
"Harry… or…uhmm" Claudia hesitated.
"Henry?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, that was it! I think he was quite a bit older too…" Bridgette confirmed. Claudia's eyes flickered to Sam before returning back to her hands.
"Did any of you see her die?" Dean asked. They all shook their heads.
"We were all in the back room" Chelsea told them.
"Alright, that's all. Thanks" Dean smiled and turned to walk out the door. Sam nodded a goodbye subtly to Claudia before following Dean.
"Wanna check out the ice rink?" Dean asked. Sam looked up into Dean's eyes, seeing the weakly concealed hurt from Cas' disappearance. He decided not to bring it up; Dean was touchy about it and probably wouldn't talk to him for the rest of the day.
"Yeah, sure." Sam replied. Dean studied his eyes for a few seconds before hitting the accelerator. Once they arrived at the ice rink, Dean picked the lock on the front door and let them inside. They walked up to the large floor of ice and saw where they had hacked up the ice to get Jasmine out.
"Should we…" Sam gestured to the ice. Dean shook his head.
"Nah, I can see fine from here." They walked around the outside the rink. Dean ran his hand over the railings as he scanned the place for any signs of EMF, Sam looked at him expectantly and Dean nodded.
"Definitely a ghost"
"Henry Kostroff?" Sam asked
"Yeah, I think."
"So this guy is luring girls to the ice and killing them?" Sam asked.
"Yep" Dean said. "Let's burn some bones"
"Uhh, yeah… unmarked grave…" Sam pointed out.
"Of course…"
When they arrived back at the hotel, Dean chucked his jacket on the end of the bed. Sam grabbed two cold beers from the fridge, water dripping down his wrists as he handed one to Dean.
"Dea-" Sam was interrupted by two sharp knocks on the door. They exchanged a glance; Sam walked over to the door and opened it slowly.