"Hey, Dean, what's a 'stromboli'?" Sam asked across the booth, his nose buried in a menu.

"How am I supposed to know?" he replied irritably, sticking his neck out so that he wouldn't lose sight of a particularly round backside attached to a leggy waitress.

"Because you're the food guy."

"Yeah, well, you're the tech guy. Wiki, bitch."

His lips curled into a grin, mentally thanking whoever picked out the short, checkered uniform. He took a sip of his coke.

"Goddamn, that's a whole lot of juicy."

Rolling his eyes, Sam flipped the menu over.

"You know, women weren't placed here solely for your sexual pleasure right?"

"Of course not. Who else would make me sandwiches?"

Laughing at the look of disgust on Sam's face, Dean digressed.

"Kidding! Would you grow a pair? And I don't mean breasts, Samantha." he quipped before taking another glance at the waitress, then averted his attention back to his brother to whisper slyly, "Hey, don't look now, but Booty McGee is coming this way."

And indeed, Booty McGee, whose nametag read "Olivia" stopped right before their booth, smiling politely, but not without force.

"Are you guys ready to order yet?"

Dean put on his ladies' man sideways smirk looking her over, finding her front as appealing as her behind.

"Yes, I'll have the buffalo wings. Extra spicy."

Her plastered smile remained before she turned to the youngest Winchester.

"And you, sir?"

"Uhm, actually..." he looked back over the menu for a brief second, "could you tell me what's in your stromboli?"

"Sam, just order something you know about. Don't waste the pretty lady's time," Dean chided before smiling back up at her.

"No, no, sir, it's fine," she said dismissively to Dean before turning to Sam and beginning, "It's like a giant pizza pocket. You can get it with steak or chicken or pepperoni, veggies… Whatever you like…"

Both Winchesters stared, almost mesmerized as she began to nibble the cap of her pen, giving Sam pretty much the same look as Dean had given her.

"Well, uhm, that- that sounds great…" Sam stammered, wishing he were the pen, "Steak stromboli, it is. Thank you."

She took a brief moment to scribble it down on her pad.

"All right. It'll be coming right up," she winked at him before slinking away.

"Damn straight, it will…" sighed Dean, moistening his lips as his eyes trailed after her before saying finally, "Oh yeah, she wants me."

Sam glared a little before whipping out his pocket-sized, leather-bound notebook.

"Okay, so here's what we know about this ghost so far…" he began, scanning over the weathered-looking pages.

Dean leaned forward a little.

"It's a domestic haunting," Sam continued, "and it's female. Appears to be a teenage girl… oldish clothing- say, Victorian?"

"We got a name?"

"Yeah, Dean, she introduced herself to the family while she was welcoming them to the neighborhood. Baked them a pie too."

"Ah, you're funny- not really. So, what, is this thing violent or just creepy?"

"Apparently both. David Fisher said that at first, everything was fine. He felt the presence but nothing really malignant was going on. Then his girlfriend moved in and there was this… disturbance in the force. And then they got married and all hell broke loose. And now they've got a baby."

"Hell hath no fury like a ghost bitch scorned."

Olivia "Booty McGee" returned shortly, balancing two oblong platters on her arms.

"Anything else I can get you guys?" she asked as she set one before each Winchester.

"No, thank you. I'm all set," smiled Sam politely.

"Actually…" began Dean, "I was wondering if I might be able to, uh, get your number?" and he ended with a sideways smile.

"Sorry, sir. That's not on the menu."

Sam's mouth formed a smug little "O" as Dean watched her saunter away in complete disbelief. Baby Winchester grinned in satisfaction before tucking into his food.

"Shut up," he said finally, scowling dangerously at Sam.

"I didn't say anything," he replied innocently through a full mouth, "Damn, this is good stromboli." snickered Sam before dodging the celery stick launched at his head.

The Winchester boys filled their stomachs, Sam leaving a healthy tip (because he came for a meal and got a comedy show) before preparing to hit the road again- this time, to find a place to lay their heads for the night.

"Can we get a room with a bed that has Magic Fingers?" asked Dean as he pulled out of the parking lot, "My back's a little stiff."

Sam stared intently out the window, furrowing his brow.

"No way."

"Well, gosh, what did Magic Fingers ever do to you?"

"No, Dean. Look. Is that..?"

"No way. Twice in the same night? It's not possible."

The round, brown girl in the smiley face pajamas trudged barefoot just beyond the shoulder of the road, Her head hung as she stared down at+

-her probably throbbing feet. It hadn't seemed as though she'd given the car beside her a second thought.

"Dean…"

"No, Sam. No, no, no- We are NOT picking her up."

They began to speed up, passing the girl.

"Dean, have a little compassion. It's cold out there. She's barefoot."

"What part of 'Not our problem' don't you understand? She escaped from the nuthouse! She ran from us once already."

"We don't know that for sure," Sam began earnestly, "Besides, we risk our lives to help people every day. What are we risking by giving this poor girl a ride? It's the least we can do. You almost ran her over."

Cutting his eyes angrily at his brother, Dean threw the car into reverse and Sam rolled down the window.

"Excuse me, Miss…"

Her head popped up and she cocked her head to the side, giving the youngest Winchester an intent, discerning stare.

"We're really sorry about earlier," he continued, waxing discomfort the longer she stared at him, "We're not perverts or anything. We just wanted to know if you needed a ride someplace?"

She stared at him for an intense moment which seemed like an eternity to both Sam and Dean, before beginning to speak in a low, wispy voice.

"…I…I ran earlier… I'm sorry. I was afraid. I sensed something dark in you."

Dean's brow furrowed and he and Sam exchanged quick glances.

"Excuse me?" Sam faltered.

"The presence inside you… The darkness. It was all I could see. But it's only a small part of you. You're both good people. You do good things. You help people…people like me."

"I don't follow…"

The girl shuffled in her shaky way to the car, the boys' eyes growing wider the nearer she drew. She leaned in close to Sam, and he leaned back a little.

"I see dead people."