The bell rang, echoing through the school's halls as the class ended and student spilled from the rooms into the hallways. Sam Winchester was standing at the end of one of the halls, lowering his EMF detector as students started to move to the lockers he had been checking. The front doors of the school opened as Oshea stepped inside wearing a short skirt and a button down shirt beneath her dress jacket. "Should we start with the principal?" She whispered to Dean, who had come in with her.

Dean nodded, glancing at the teenagers that started to crowd the hallway. They started down the hallway, and Dean looked at the doors they passed, looking for the words "Principal's Office."

Oshea sighed after a moment and shook her head. "This place is like a maze. Let's ask someone." She said, stepping over to a young man who was leaned against his locker talking to another group of boys.

"Excuse me." The teenager arched a brow as he very obviously gave her a once over and smirked,

"What can I do for you?"

"I'm special agent Jagger. My partner Watts and I are looking for the principal's office, can you show us where that is?" She questioned.

The teenage boy moved close toward her. "Why? Have you been a bad girl?" He questioned with a smirk.

Dean's eyes widened and he stared at the boy for a moment. "Kid I'd take that back if I were you, this chick could kick your ass in a heartbeat without even breaking a sweat," He said seriously.

The boy glanced toward Dean. "Excuse me, the lady and I were talking." Oshea arched a brow, crossing her arms over her chest. The boy turned back to her and placed his hands on either side of her head, pinning her against the wall. "Now, where were we?" Oshea smiled sweetly before reaching up and grabbing his wrist, whirling him about and shoving his chest against the lockers with his arm pinned behind his back.

"You were telling me how to get to the principal's office?"

The young man grunted. "End of the hall first door on the left."

"Thank you." Oshea said, releasing him as she stepped forward her heels clicking as she moved down the hall.

Dean snickered at the boy. "Told ya," he said before walking quickly ahead to catch up with Oshea. "Very impressive. You've not been in here five minutes and you're already beating up students," he said with a smirk.

"Well he asked for it!" Oshea said with a little grin as Dean walked up beside her. "And I didn't beat him up... exactly. Come on, we have to act like professionals." She said as they reached the Principal's office.

Dean tapped his knuckles on the door a couple times until a man's voice on the other end of the office called out, "Come in!"

As they stepped inside the medium sized room, a middle aged man behind a desk looked up at them. "Yes?"

"Principal Pryce?"

"That's me," the man replied with a nod. "Can I help you?"

"I hope so," Dean pulled out his badge, flipping it open. "Agent Watts, this is my partner Agent Jagger. We'd like to ask you a couple questions about the disappearances at your school."

Principal Pryce looked confused. "But I spoke to a couple detectives already about this, last week in fact."

"Yes, but the case has been taken up by the FBI and we will need another statement from you," Oshea said with a little shrug. "Can you tell us when this all started happening?"

The man nodded and cleared his throat. "A senior, Caroline Rosenberg, disappeared about a month ago. She was the first one."

"Has there been anything strange happening at the school? Um… flickering lights? Sounds like scuffling like mice maybe? Did you… maybe hire someone new? A new student come…? Anything out of the ordinary?"

Pryce shook his head. "No… well, now that you mention it, we did hire a new guidance counselor a few weeks prior to the disappearances, but I don't see how she could have had anything to do with it."

"What's her name? Is she at work today?" Oshea questioned, arching a brow. "We'd really like to speak with her."

"No, actually," He shook his head. "Today is her day off. But I'm sure you can either catch her at home, or back here tomorrow."

Dean nodded. "We'll be sure to do that."

"What's her name and her address?" She questioned, pulling out a small notepad and a pen. "And I need a list of the students who have been sent to her or seen her since she was hired."

"Allyson Carpenter," he said, and then clicked his mouse a couple of times, pulling open a file of employee information on the screen. "182 Sunnydale Lane."

Oshea nodded as she wrote down the information. "And I'm guessing we'll find a record of her sessions in her office, which is…?"

"Right across the hall," Pryce said, nodding his head toward the door.

"Thank you." Oshea said with a small smile as she closed the notebook. She stepped from the office and walked across the hall toward the office. She checked the door handle, finding it locked and sighed. "Should we pick the lock or get the keys from Sam?"

"Might as well go see what Sam is up to, and get the keys from him," Dean said with a shrug. "Besides, pick locking the guidance counselor's door in the middle of a crowded school right across from the principals office is probably not the best idea."

"Aw, you're no fun," Oshea said with a little smile, curling her arms around his neck. She gave him a little kiss before she started down the hall. "School day's almost over. I'll go grab Ella and head for Carpenter's house while you and Sam check out the office."

"Sounds good," He said as he gave her another quick peck on the lips and turned around and started to look for Sam.

"These kids are disgusting," Sam said with a groan as he dropped a paper towel into his rolling trashcan. "Gum everywhere. You'd think they were chipmunks storing up for the winter…"

"So glad you volunteered to be janitor, huh?" Dean snickered. "So did the EMF pick up anything?"

"No. Next time you're being the freaking janitor." Sam said. "No. Nothing on the EMF. I've gone everywhere, and I mean everywhere."

"Well if it makes you feel any better, the principal was a bust, too. We did get the address of the new guidance counselor, she was hired right before students started going poof. Oshea and Ella are headed there right now to have a little chat with her."

"Well, it wasn't a complete bust." Sam said as he reached into the trash bag and pulled out a few small velvet bags, offering them to Dean. "I found these in the lockers of the disappeared girls."

"Hex bags?" Dean arched a brow and groaned. "Great, so we're dealing with witches. I hate witches."

"Yeah I know, but at least we know what it is now." Sam said with a shrug. "We just have to figure out who the wit-" He paused as he saw a girl wearing a black Gun N' Roses shirt and tight jeans walking down the hallway angrily. She moved to her locker, grumbling to herself as she yanked it open. Books spilled out onto the floor along with a thick hardback book with witch symbols on it.

Sam arched a brow and elbowed Dean a little, nodding toward the book as the girl knelt down to scoop up the things that had fallen from the floor.

"Looks like that's our witch," Dean said with a nod. "Well, get back to cleaning, janitor boy. I'll go have a chat with Miss Wicca."

"I'll see if I can find anymore hex bags," Sam nodded and began to whistle a little as he pushed his trashcan away.

Dean pulled out his badge as he walked across the hall and approached the young woman's locker, clearing his throat to get her attention as he stood over her. The girl held her book to her chest tightly as she looked at him. "Look… sir, I'm sorry, but I really have to go."

"Of course you do," Dean said with a nod. "You have to get back to class. But I'm sure your teacher will understand if you're a few minutes late because you were being questioned by a Federal Agent, right?" He smiled and quickly continued, without waiting for a reply. "Right? Good. Follow me."

The girl's eyes grew wide, and she paled slightly. "F-federal Agent?" She jogged after him, coming up beside him. "But… b-but I haven't done anything!"

"Never said you did. Just have to ask you a couple of routine questions, that's all. If you're telling the truth, then you have nothing to worry about," He said with a shrug. He stopped when they reached a corner of the school where there was a few uncomfortable looking armchairs next to a couple vending machines. Dean gestured towards one of the chairs as he sat down on the other. "So, I didn't catch your name."

She slowly sank down into one of the chairs, clinging to the book. "It's… uh… B-Brittney. Please, can we make this quick, I have to get home…"

Dean tried to hide his annoyance toward the girl, faking a smile as he nodded. "So, I'm guessing you've heard about the disappearances of your classmates. The name Caroline Rosenberg ring a bell?"

Brittney clenched her hands around the book tighter, frowning. "Yeah I knew her… can't say that I'm sad that she's gone." She muttered. Louder, she said, "But I don't know why she's gone. The police think that maybe the girls ran away. They were all kind of in a big," She waved one hand vaguely. "Clique thing…."

"I'm getting the feeling you weren't exactly 'BFFs' with the girls, then?"

"No," Brittney said, shaking her head. "Not at all. They hated me and let me know it… physically… verbally… the whole shebang." She said bitterly.

Dean nodded, and his attention was brought again to the book she was holding. "That's an interesting looking book, doesn't exactly scream school reading material, though."

"It's not… um… exactly," She said, glancing down at the book in her arms. "It's just some outside reading I'm doing… for a report."

"A report, huh? That's interesting, because we fou-" The sound of the school bell rang loudly, cutting him off. Brittney looked up and jumped from the chair.

"Sorry, I really have to go… it's important!" She said as she dashed away, disappearing into the crowd of students.

Dean cursed under his breath and pulled out his cell phone.