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Is There a Ghost

"Are we there yet?" I ask about to crawl out of my own skin. We have been on the road for six hours straight and sleep is not an option. I am way too excited for my very first hunt. According to Dean it is a simple salt and burn, some high school jock that died of alcohol poisoning during a team party, but I don't care. I am finally going to hunt. All of the training is going to pay off.

"We're about twenty minutes away." Sam looks back at me. I smile excitedly and jump up and down in my seat.

"I hope you're this excited when you've got a dead football player running after you." Dean says keeping his eyes on the road.

I laugh and rest my head on the back of their seat "Well I could just be all broody like you, Dean." I put on my best pouty face.

"Hey" Dean quickly turns around pointing at me then turns his finger to Sam "He is the brooding one."

I laugh at Sam's shocked face "I don't brood."

I tilt my head slightly to the side "You kinda do Sam." Dean and I laugh as Sam's shocked expression turns a little pissed then he kind of pouts.

"Samm!" I exclaim loudly "You're brooding right now!" He turns around and looks at me quizzically.

"What are you talking about?" He asks innocently which causes my mouth to hit the floor.

"Are you serious?" I ask and he nods his head. His expression was the picture of innocence but his eyes gave him away.

"Wow" I lay back in my seat laughing.

"Do we seriously have to stay here?" I ask disgusted letting my duffel bag fall to the ground.

"Sorry sister, this is the only motel in the area we can afford." Dean says walking up next to me. I look around at the room which consists of two queen beds that appear be clean, but I can't get past the awful smell of the couch.

I groan as I walk over to the table and sit down. "So what do we do now?" I ask smiling hoping for an excuse to get out of the room.

"Well, now we go and talk to the team."

I smile as I stand up and grab my pea coat. I follow Sam and Dean out the door and to the impala.

They haul out of the impala and make their way to the field where the team is practicing. I stay in the car because there is no way anyone would believe I was a cop. I watch as they speak to the coach and the coach calls over one of the players. They speak for only minutes before saying their goodbyes and Sam and Dean walk back to the car.

"How did it go?" I ask impatiently when they get in the car.

Dean sighs "Great" he sounds sarcastic "Both the coach and his best friend say that Trevor Wesley was a very happy kid and straight A student, but he drank too much one night at a party and died of alcohol poisoning."

I look confused "But that doesn't sound like vengeful spirit material. Are you sure it's him?"

"If it's not him who else would it be?" Sam asks.

"No one" Dean says "It has to be him. He dies and now four months later three of his team mates die unexplainably. It has to be Trevor."

I look between them "So what does that mean?"

"It means someone is lying to us." Sam says turning back around.

"Did you find where he was buried?" I asked as we sat around the table in our motel eating.

"I'm working on it." Sam says scrolling through his computer.

"So if we find it we can just salt and burn the bones, right?" I ask.

"Yep" Dean says paying little attention to me and more to his burger. I smile and nod looking back down at my chicken wrap.

"It might be a little harder than that." Sam says sighing.

This immediately takes Dean's attention away from his burger "What are you talking about?"

Sam turns his computer around to show us "Trevor Wesley wasn't buried. He was cremated."

"So let me get this straight" Dean says exhausted "We have no motive and no body to burn." It is more rhetorical but Sam still nods.

"This case is gonna be a bitch." Dean says dropping his burger.

They both look tired and pissed off so I decide to step in "Let's go over all the facts again. Okay?" They both gave a nod and Sam started.

"Trevor Wesley died of alcohol poisoning on September 14th. He was at a party with his team mates and according to them, he was depressed that his girlfriend broke up with him."

Dean nods "Yeah, and they were all so wasted that they didn't notice him go into the bathroom and drink an entire bottle of whiskey."

"He was found the next morning on the floor covered with blood. They say he must have slipped and hit his head on the tub at one point." I finish.

"But it didn't kill him?" Sam asks.

"No, the doctors say he might have just had a severe concussion, but the drinking did him in."

Sam sounds frustrated "And now we are back to square one."

We all sit there and think for a while before I get an idea. "So if he is a spirit he would want to kill the people responsible for his death, right?"

"Yea, except he killed himself." Sam says.

"So then why is he going after the team?" Dean wonders.

I look at Sam and Dean curiously as a light bulb goes off in my head "Well, what if the team did kill him?"

Dean and Sam look at me questioningly "You mean, what if his team hand poured a bottle of jack down his throat?" Dean asks me like I am crazy.

I shake my head "No…well kinda. What if it was a hazing?"

"Hazing" Sam says.

"Yeah" I nod grabbing a file off the table "It says here that Trevor only joined the team two weeks before he died." I place the file down and look at Sam "So maybe the team invited all the newbies to a party for some team building." I look back up and Sam and Dean appear to be taking in everything I have said.

"Looks like we are gonna go have another talk with the team." Dean says taking a chug of his beer.

I felt like shit. Who the hell has practice at 8 o'clock on a Saturday? And why do I have to come if all I am gonna do is sit in the car? I shake my head as I watch Sam and Dean talking to the quarterback and appear to be getting nowhere. I take a sip of my vanilla chai ,that I forced Dean and Sam to get me this morning because they woke me up so early, and I look up to see a lone football player sitting on the bench far from the field. I tilt my head to the side quizzically and decide to go talk to him.

I get out of the car in my pea coat and walk over to where he is sitting. I stand next to the bench and look over at him. He has muscle but not enough for it to be creepy and he has brown shaggy hair. "Do you mind if I sit?"

He looks up at me startled then smiles warmly "No, go ahead."

I smile as I sit down "My name's Jenny."

"Ethan" he says shaking my hand "Which one is yours?" He motions to the field.

I look at him questioningly before understanding his meaning "Oh no" I shake my head laughing "I'm with them" I point to Sam and Dean.

He looks at me sceptically "Aren't they a little old for you?"

"They're my brothers." I say smiling. He nods and looks back to the practice.

I follow his gaze to the field and watch the players doing drills "So, why aren't you playing?" I ask nonchalantly.

He sighs and I can tell that it hurts him to talk about it "Well, according to coach I have an attitude problem." He sounds a little hostile.

"Do you?" I ask not looking away from the field.

He looks down and breaths in "I guess." He says and I look towards him "I just miss him."

I come to realization that he was friends with Trevor and the other players and I know that if I want to solve this case Ethan might be the key. "You were friends with them, the ones who died?" I ask pretty much knowing the answer.

He looks straight ahead but answers me "Yeah, I knew all of them, but I was really only friends with the first one that died." He looks torn up and broken and I know how he is feeling.

"You were friends with Trevor?" I ask and he replies with a solemn nod.

"We were on the junior varsity team together and got moved up to varsity together." He tries to fight it but I can see the smile pull at the edge of his mouth at the memory of Trevor.

I immediately want to ask him questions about the party, but I know I will come across way to strong. But there really isn't a good way to talk about his friend dying.

"If you don't mind me asking" I say trying to be as respectful as possible "How did he die?"

"You don't know?" he asks slightly surprised.

"Well, I've read the newspapers." I explain "but I have a feeling there is something you're not telling me." I try to meet his eyes, which is difficult because his head is down.

"It's not really any of your business." He sounds pissed so I become softer.

"I know that this is hard for you."

"Really? How could you possibly know how I'm feeling?" He bites out. Normally I would be pissed, but since his friend died and he doesn't know me I decide to let it pass.

"Well, I know an awful lot." I say sitting back and he looks at me questioningly "My parents died two years ago…" he looks saddened "and my sister died about two months ago."

He looks guilty "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." I interrupt "You didn't know." I take a deep breath and try to focus on the job. "Listen, I know that it's hard, but you can't keep things like this locked up. Trust me, I know from experience." I put a hand on his arm for support. "Whatever you're hiding, it's gonna eat you up inside, and soon you're gonna become something that you don't want to be."

He looks at me cynically "Why should I tell you? I don't even know you."

"Isn't that more of a reason?" I try to reason, knowing from experience that it is easier to talk to someone that won't judge you.

He looks down and tries to work up the courage to speak "They said that it was tradition, for the team to throw a party for the new varsity players. We figured that we would all just hangout and drink a little. If I had known what was gonna happen I never would have gone." He looks down shaking his head.

"What Ethan?" I ask encouragingly "What did they make you do?" I look into his eyes convincing him to tell me. He looks back at me broken and hurting. I know how hard it is for him to speak so I decide to tell him what I think.

"It was a hazing, wasn't it?" I ask quietly, keeping eye contact. A lone tears falls from his eye and I know the answer, so I give him a nod.

"We wanted to stop drinking" He says quietly "but they wouldn't let us. They kept yelling at us and shouting orders. They hit Trevor with a baseball bat. They didn't want to hurt him, but they did. And he was just gone." He lets out a chilling breath and puts his head in his hands. I place a hand on his shoulder.

"Ethan, you need to tell someone." I tell him softly.

He looks back up at me astonished "No. I can never tell anyone." He says shaking his head and wiping the tear that fell from his face.

"Please Ethan, you don't understand." I grab his arm urgently "If you don't tell someone more people will die." I blurt it out before realizing I had said too much. I see his look of curiousness and cringe. I can see he is about to question me, but before he can get the words out someone yells to him.

"Ethan!" I look over and see his coach coming towards us. "I told you to sit there and think about your attitude! I did not tell you to talk to your girlfriend." He looks at me with disgust, like I am some slut trying to seduce his player. Usually I am way to nice to yell at people, but I feel the need to stick up for Ethan. I give the coach a dirty look and stand up.

"Why don't you back off buddy!" I say getting in his face "He's upset, why don't you leave him alone?"

Now the coach looks pissed "Listen here missy…" He starts but I instantly cut him off.

"You did not just call me missy." I step closer to him. He gives me a nasty smirk. I bite out a swear and take another step towards him only to feel myself being grabbed by the arm and pulled back. I go to yell at who grabbed me put stop myself when I see Dean.

"What the hell Dean?" I say pulling my arm out of his grasp. He looks at me pissed but ignores my question and looks to the coach.

"I am so sorry for any trouble sir." I groan at Dean and then notice Sam trying to guide me to the car. He softly grabs my arm, but I keep my eyes on Ethan who looks lost.

"Wait" I tell Sam softly as I run back to Ethan. I pull a pen out of my pocket and take his hand.

"We need to talk, Ok? It's important, meet me here after practice." I tell him and he nods looking at the address I wrote on his hand. I say a quick goodbye and run back to Sam and Dean.

We get back to the car and Dean grabs me by the arm as I reach for the door "What the hell was that?"

I look at him smirking "It's the job, Dean." I pull my arm from his grip and open the car door before looking back to him with the same smirk "And I totally kick-ass at it."

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