The starting of this chapter is a light little thing where I give Dean back the youthfulness he lost when he turned 30. This grumpy old man is going to be the death of me. He needs to smile and joke around a bit. I like the ever growing crinkles at the corner of his eyes so here I am to let him have a chance to show them again.

"Dean, what're you doing?"

I hear someone's hushed voice ask. Then I hear some hissing noises nearer to me and then an exasperated sigh.

"I just want to see if I can scare her," The nearer voice says.

I can feel his breath blow softly against my cheek. I think he laughs because puffs of air come out and tickle my skin. He is really close, probably right next to my face. I can actually feel his warmth radiating off on one side of me.

I groan and mumble, "Dean, I know exactly where you are and I'm going to punch you in the nose."

Dean laughs and I open my eyes. I am greeted by bright green eyes that are crinkled at the corners. He smiles even wider when I groan and hide my face in my pillow. Sam sighs and I can imagine the look on his face, knowing that his older brother has the mentality of a six year old.

"Good morning, sunshine," He announces while tapping on my back. "Go get cleaned up and get dressed. We have a school to break into."

I groan into the pillow. "I am definitely not a morning person," I declare.

"Then good thing it's not morning," Dean laughs. "Seriously, get dressed. We're going out."

I get up and realize he is telling the truth about it not being morning. On the contrary, it's almost nightfall. I brush my hair and tie it into a high ponytail. I wear my jeans and black hoodie, leaving my shorts and plaids in my bag. I stuff one of the pamphlets I was going through earlier into my pocket. It has the map around the school. I think it will come in handy later. We pull up beside the school when it's dark and Dean opens the trunk of the car.

"Alright, let's see what we're gonna need," He says before diving into his ill-organised equipment. He pulls out a chain cutter, bullet cartridges and a semi-automatic pistol. He puts everything into his pockets except the pistol, which he loads and hands it in my direction.

I look at him and he shrugs, "You might need it." This is the first time he has let me touch a gun other than when I learn how to use them. He holds the silver thing up and I take it from him. It feels heavy when I pocket it but reassuring. We get a torch each and walk towards the school.

The front doors are locked by heavy chains which Dean cuts through and leaves clanking to the cement floor. Inside, the halls are dark aside from the moonlight shining in from one end. We walk in and shine a light around to make sure we're alone. Sam leads the way to the place he found. The building is big and there are many staircases that lead everywhere. Soon, we are lost.

"Dude, where are we?" Dean asks. "I think we've already been here."

"I know where I'm going, okay? Just hold on," Sam says.

"We're lost, aren't we?" I demand. Sam just shrugs. I whip out the map I brought with me and wave it in their faces. "I think this might help."

I grip my torch with my teeth as I unfold the map and let them they pin point where it is they want to go. They locate the place and we head there. We've lost enough time getting lost and we need to find out what's going on. We are stopped in our tracks by the sound of voices echoing down the hall. We ready our pistols before we realize that the voices belong to a group of students. We hide behind doors and turn off our lights. The students walk past without knowing of our presence. One of them walks dangerously close to my hiding spot and I hold my breath until he walks away.

When they are at a comfortable distance, Dean signals to follow them and we do. They seem to be walking towards the room we were looking for, only they seem to know where they're going. They talk in hushed but upbeat voices as they pick the lock and enter the room. They leave the door open and we walk in. The room is not so much a room than another hallway. It looks like the others in the school but rundown with graffiti all over the walls. The voices of the students fade and we are left alone in the strange place.

"Was the room locked when you found it?" I ask, turning on my torch and shining it on the door, noticing its worn wood left unpainted and unkempt on the inside.

"Well," Sam answers. "It was painted to be part of the wall when I first saw it."

"Must be some closed off and forbidden place then, if students are so eager to come in here," I observe. "They like to leave their marks, too." I am referring to the names and dates spray painted everywhere. I don't remember this on the map, maybe they didn't want people knowing about it. "Do you think it's haunted?"

Dean scoffs, "That's probably what the seniors tell the freshmen and bully them into coming here."

"Yeah," I reason. "But most of the folk's tales turns out to be true, don't they?"

Dean doesn't answer and I take that as an agreement. "Also, your school system is just weird. What are sophomores and freshmen?" I complain.

Shrieking comes from down the walkway where the students went. We wield our guns and run to see what's happening. We dart down the hall and get to a dead end. There is nobody there. No sign of the group of teenagers that came in here.

"Hello?" Dean calls out. "Does anybody need help?"

Nothing. No sound, no rustling of rubbish against the floor, just quietness. I shine my torch around to see if there was any other clue that the students didn't just vanish into thin air. I hit something that glistens darkly in the light. I focus on it and blood drains from my face.

"Guys, I found something," I say.

It is blood, lots of it. There are splatters that spray up higher than I am tall and red tracks line the wall. The tracks lead to a door where it disappears behind.

"Whoever left the trail was dragged in here," I observe. "This is only one track though. Do you guys see where the others went?"

"No," Sam says. "I got nothing. Dean?"

"Nada. So you think they went in there?"

"Looks like it," I say.

"Okay, stand back," Dean warns before kicking the door open. He leads the way into the room and shines his torch around to see if the coast is clear.

Inside is an abandoned classroom, tables and chairs are strewn across the place. Other than the old furniture, there only are a few skeletons on display. Dean takes some interest in the skeletons while Sam and I look for the victims.

"Hey, do these skeletons look new to you?" Dean asks.

"I don't know," I answer tersely. "I don't want to look at them."

"You're such a wussy," He chuckles but he stops immediately after. "Guys," he calls out, "Feel the bones, they're warm."

"I think I'll just take your words for it, thank you," I answer curtly, focusing on anything but the skeleton displays.

Sam and I turn to him. "It's summer, maybe it's just the weather," Sam reasons.

"Oh yeah?" Dean challenges the notion. "The tables are cold, the wind is drafty and…."

He trails off and a shocked look registers on his face when he looks at something behind me. "Get down!" I duck and he shoots.

I turn around in time to see some smoke blow up in my face. I look to him and he has panic in his eyes.

"Let's get out of here," he says. I couldn't agree with him more.

We duck out of the school and into the car. Dean guns the engine and we speed back to the motel. The sun is starting to rise and cars are heading towards the school. I don't know if I'm the only one among us who didn't see the scary thing creeping up on me just now but Sam's face seems to confirm it.

"What was that?" I ask when we get back to the motel.

"Spirit," Dean answers, "ugly thing. You don't like moving rotten bodies, right?"

"I have a low tolerance, maybe," I say, trying to sustain my pride.

"Good thing you didn't see it, then," Dean says. "Now, at least we know what to do."

"What's that?"

"Torch its remains," he answers simply.

"Oh, that's simple," I scoff.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He takes offense.

"Where are its remains, Dean? Do you know?"

"We just saw the bones," he raises his voice. "They're hanging right there! It's very straightforward, if you ask me."

"No," I say firmly. "Those are not the remains of the ghost."

"How would you know? You didn't even see the thing!"

"Because there are many skeletons," I explain. "I don't think that's the ghost. Anyway, you said they were new, it couldn't have been the ghost."

Dean stares at me incredulously. "So you think there's another one?"

I nod, "There's an old skeleton in the biology lab. It's ancient and it might be the one we're looking for."

"The only question now is why it is going around collecting new skeleton displays," Sam speaks up.

We look at each other with a knowing look. We have research to do.

Okay, so maybe Pierce is a little short tempered in this one. But let me tell you that she is freaking out and her nerves are shot, so yeah. She is so panicky that her brain doesn't even know what going on right now. Therefore the unexplained fight picking here. And yes, I did just kill of like five stupid teenagers in one go.