Three Years Later:

John Winchester: Late 30's

Dean Winchester: 21 years-old

Sam Winchester: 17 years-old

Jasmine Rhodes: 16 years-old

Puzzle Piece:

THE FIRST OF MANY

"Dean!" Jasmine screamed as the ghost of Harry Rainer tossed Dean across the grave yard like he was a bag of feathers. As Dean smacked into a head stone with a sickening force, the shot gun flew from his hands; he lay against the head stone unmoving.

Jasmine stared at him in horror; did he break his neck? He was to far away to see whether or not he was breathing and than the ghost of Harry Rainer turned towards her. His body flickered and flashed, and instead of actually walking towards her, he would just appear a little closer in a flash. His grave was already dug and the dark wood of his coffin gleamed in the moon light. He was at least 30 feet away and gaining and Jasmine was just frozen to the spot.

This was her first hunt for God's sake, and doing a haunting was supposed to be the simplest. You find out who the ghost is, find his grave and dig it up, and than poor salt and lighter fluid on the bones before lighting it on fire. And that was it. It had been three years since she joined the Winchester's, so three years of training under Dean and John's wings. But you can never really tell how one was going to react until their actually put in the field. And she was totally sucking right now!

Rainer was 20 feet away now and Dean was unconscious or . . . Dead. On his ghostly face, his lips were curved and it wasn't a nice smile either. No, it was the smile some one got when they were stocking prey - and Jasmine was his prey. Rainer had no interest in men like Dean, no, he liked girl's like Jasmine. And that fact drew her out of her freeze.

With a yell of anger and fear, she threw the shovel in her hands at his. The small diamond shaped shovel spun as it sliced through the air; she didn't wait to see if it hit him, but if it did the iron in the shovel would stall him for at least 40 seconds. She dove for the duffel that was open beside the fully dug grave; her hands were solid with adrenaline as she grabbed the container of salt and lighter fluid. She held those in one hand as she grabbed the loaded shot gun that lay beside the duffle Rainer shimmered back into "life" in front of her. She point the shot gun at him and pulled the trigger. The rock salt cap ripped through his middle and he instantly disappeared; but shooting a shot gun with one hand had it disadvantages. The recoil was powerful, powerful enough to knock her backwards, backwards into the fully dug grave of Harry Rainer.

Jasmine landed painfully on her back, her back arched to compensate for the arc of Rainer's coffin. The grave had been dug, but Jasmine hadn't been able to open the lid before Rainer flung Dean 40 feet. She didn't have time to think about the pain or the damage because Rainer appeared again, this time at the edge of his grave, looking down at Jasmine with that same predatory smile. Where the hell were Sam and John when you needed them?

Jasmine stared up at him with wide eyes and he stared back with that smile. When she fell, she had lost her grip on the slat and lighter fluid, but from the corner of her eye she could see that the gun was still on the lid of the coffin; barely ten inches away. Rainer looked content with just looking at her for the moment; the view must have been good. Her back arched from the coffin, causing her navel to show and her boobs to pop more in her tank top. Her tan smooth skin covered in sweat the glistened in the moon light. Her brown eyes big and her dark hair splayed around her head like a lions main. There was no denying the simple fact that Harry Rainer was good looking guy; but he was a monster than and he was a monster now.

Jasmine used his distraction to inch her hand toward the butt of the gun. She got a grip just as Rainer slowly licked his lips as his eyes trailed from her boobs to her exposed navel. in one swift movement she swung the shot gun up and gave it a quick pump before fired. Rainer once again disappeared with a hole through his middle and Jasmine took this 40 seconds to roll off the coffin and grab the crowbar that lay in the dirt at the side. She jammed it in the seal between the lid and the body of the coffin, and with all of her might, she yanked it upward. Something cracked but the lid didn't burst open so she yanked again; this time with enough force to break the lids seal.

Just as she pulled the crowbar free, Rainer appeared in the grave with her, standing on the closed coffin. But Jasmine had been counting in her head, had been ready for it, she swung the crowbar at him like a bat. And because of the iron in the crow bar, he dissipated again. She had enough time though to see the anger and heat in his eyes. Wasting no time, Jasmine flung the coffin lid opened and gagged as the smell of decomposing flesh over whelmed her. Rainer's body had been in the ground for only three months now, so he still had flesh and everything. Jasmine pushed really hard on the urge to empty her stomach on everything and grabbed the salt and lighter fluid from the dirt at her feet.

Quickly she covered his body with salt and the fluid; saving time she had lost gagging by using both hands. Jasmine had just dug a lighter out of her pocket when Rainer appeared again; he moved as fast as lighting. He grabbed her arm with enough force to bruise and threw from the grave; in her surprise, Jasmine gripped the lighter tight. She was luckier than Dean had been when Rainer threw her; her distance was a little farther than Dean's but the landing hurt just as much. She just missed a head stone and landed on the hard ground with force that she was she popped her shoulder. But as Jasmine rolled, she felt it go back into the socket. She rolled sorely onto her back and instead of seeing the night sky, she saw Rainer's face again.

"Sssso pretty," Rainer said; though it came out as more of a hiss.

Before Jasmine could make a move, Rainer's hand shot out, his fingers forward. His flickering hand landed over her heart and sunk in through her breast. It felt as if ice were spreading through out her heart with each pump and she couldn't move a muscle. The muscles in Rainer's arms bulged as he slowly squeezed - squeezed her heart. Jasmine's eyes were wide, staring straight ahead; seeing nothing and her body arched slightly with the pain, and a cracked groan skipped through her throat. Slowly, blue tendrils began to spread across her skin from her heart. The farther they spread, the more her tan skin became a sickly grey.

The night was turned brought for four seconds as Rainer suddenly burst into flames. He burned for a few seconds, his screech pierced the silent air - and than he was gone. The flickering light from his burning corpse caused the shadows to dance around.

Dean ran towards Jasmine, vaulting over head stones in the process. He skidded to Jasmine's body on his knees; his heart breaking at the sight that met his eyes. Jasmine lay still on the grave yards ground; her body flat and unmoving, her chest no longer rising or falling. Her eyes were still wide but stared sightless into the night sky, her mouth was slightly a-gap. The lighter still clutched in her hand. Her skin was a sickly grey and there were blue tendrils that emitted from her heart and were spread across her skin.

A broken sob ripped from his throat as tears flooded his emerald eyes; Dean had never in his life really cried, with tears flooding down his face and sobs ripped from his chest - he had never cried like that before, not even for his mother. He shoved his fist in his mouth to try and stop himself from screaming when Jasmine gasped and arched her back with the breath. She fell back to the ground coughing, the color creeping back into her skin as the tendrils retreated.

Dean was frozen as he looked at Jasmine; not really getting what had just happened. he was sure she was dead - her eyes, the color of her skin! Jasmine slowly sat up and rubbed the spot over her heart where Rainer hand been inside of her; around her heart, freezing, squeezing. Jasmine looked at Dean and took in his shell shocked expression, his wet face and uncomprehending eyes.

"Who died?" she asked, her voice coming out as a whisper of sorts.

Her voice seemed to shake Dean out of it and his eyes cleared. The next thing Jasmine knew, Dean was embracing her fiercely. Jasmine didn't fight it and hugged him back. She had been scared to death by the fact that when he hit that head stone that he might in fact be dead. How could a hunt go so wrong?

"I thought you were dead," Jasmine finally breathed out, pulling away some to looked at Dean.

He had loosed his grip on her just enough for that. "You were dead," Dean told her.

Jasmine looked into his emerald green eyes and in the fire from Rainer grave, could see that his pupils were dilated some and his eyes were slightly unfocussed. He definitely had a concussion. "You have a concussion," she told him. There was no way that she died; she would know, wouldn't she?

Dean shook his head though. "You were dead," he told her again. "For at least 15 seconds you were dead, Jaz." he choked back a sob and hugged Jasmine again, more tightly this time as he remembered what she had looked like laying there, so very still.

"It's okay," Jasmine soothed, rubbing his back. "You're okay, I'm okay and Rainer is dead." she whispered this over and over again to Dean as he had a break down.

It was scary. But it hadn't been when Dean was thrown across the grave yard, or having Rainer's hand around her heart. No, it was this right here. Dean, she had never seen him like this and she would doubt that he had ever had a freak out like this before either. In the hunting business you couldn't afford to freak out like this every time, if you did, you'd end up in the bin not to long after. Jasmine hugged Dean for as long as it took, rubbing his back, soothing him. Until finally, Dean loosened his death grip on Jasmine, but didn't let go as he breathed deep, calming breaths.

"You can't tell Dad or Sam," Dean said staring her in the eye.

"You know me and Sam never were on speaking terms and you know how hard it is to talk with John." she gave him a reassuring smile. "Now," Jasmine said in a conversational tone. "I get to drive."

"What!" Dean exclaimed. "No way in hell are you driving!"

"Oh, I definitely am as a matter of fact; because a certain someone has a concussion." she said smugly, getting up and brushed the dirt from her clothes, which served to spread it around some more. Before she gave Dean a hand up; he was less dirty. He crossed his arms and pouted at. She would never admit it to Dean; but damn, he could pull off the puppy-dog eyes!

"Thank God!" Dean breathed out in relief as he stumbled out of the rental car.

Jasmine opened her mouth and gave him a mock hurt expression, before she grinned at him. "I'm only sixteen, you know."

"That's no excuse," Dean returned as he jimmied the key in the motel room their hotel room.

Now that there were four of them, they had to buy two rooms. John and Sam shared one, so that left Dean and Jasmine to share one. But that was cool with them, for some reason they tended to sleep way better when they were nearer to each other. At first they found it very weird, but it's been three years now and it just seems normal.

"I wouldn't drive so badly if you'd let me once in a while," she smirked as she closed the door behind him.

"I'd let you drive once in a while if you any good,"

Jasmine snorted. "You do know that that doesn't make any sense, don't you?"

"As soon as it left my mouth," Dean sighed, scrubbing a hand through his hair. He winced as he touched the tender spot on the back of his head.

"Take a shower," Jasmine told him. "It should help with the head ache."

Dean looked at he for a moment before he turned to the bathroom. Jasmine sat at the foot of the bed that was closest to bathroom, heavily. Before she fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes; she couldn't stop thinking about what Dean had said. Did she really die? Absently she rubbed the spot over her heart and could swear that its beat faltered. She shook her head; there was noting wrong with and that was that. She was just a little freaked, was all; it had been her very first hunt, after all.

What freaked her the most was that when Rainer was squeezing her heart; she saw things. Saw things that she didn't do, but what Rainer did. All the people he raped and killed when he was a human and the ones he did when he was a ghost. She shook he memories away; but kept rubbing the spot over her heart as if that spot were sore. She guessed that's what happened when a ghost reaches inside you and grips your heart.

The soreness went away the second they left town.