The next few weeks, it was just ordinary cases. No angels or demons, just monsters and ordinary stuff. First, we heard about a house with a ghost, who wasn't a ghost. It was actually two kids who had grown up there inside the house and had been the former owner's and his daughter's kids. I was sorry that we had to kill them, under other circumstances, they could've had a normal life without becoming animals. My hell was nothing to their lives.

Then it was this magician who wasn't a real magician, but somehow, people around him died. It actually had been his best friend who had a spell book. We had to kill that dude, which the fake magician didn't like.

"So?" I asked Sam as he got inside the car after having talked to the girl who had drowned the cheerleader girl in the toilet.

"I think she's telling the truth. I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically — kind of sounds like demonic possession to me", Sam told.

"Kind of?" Dean wondered.

"She didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur", Sam stated.

"Who knows? Some new monster we've never seen before, perhaps?" I said.

"Well, I mean, we're already here. Might as well check out the school", Sam suggested.

I widened my eyes and stared at the school. How long had it been since I was there? A lot of years back? And I still kind of looked the same. Except the height, I was now two inches taller. Must be all the hunting.

"Right, the school", Dean said and sounded both amused and bitter.

"What?" Sam wondered.

"Truman High, home of the Bombers."

"What's your point?"

I leaned forward and looked like him with the 'you don't know?' look.

"Come on, Sam. We went there for a month for, I don't know, twelve years ago or something", I reminded him.

"Why do you want to go back?"

"I'm not. I just think it's worth looking into", Sam stated and sounded like he was lying.

Oh well, if he wanted to go there, we could go there. Why not?

"All right, well, what's our cover? FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?" Dean questioned.

"Don't worry. I got an idea", Sam said and smirked in my direction.

"By the way Abster, can you speak Swedish?"

Oh fuck.

1997

Third school this year, fun, I thought sarcastically as I got out of the car, staring at the school annoyed.

I hadn't anything against Dad hunting, but seriously? How many schools were we going to be at before Sam and I graduated? Hundred, give or take?

"Got your lunch? Books? Butterfly knife? Combat knife?" Dean asked us after he had thanked Dad for driving us.

"Yep", I said and popped the 'p'

"Yeah, Dean", Sam responded and sounded quite down.

"You okay, Sam?" I wondered and looked at him with my head tilted.

" Sure", Sam lied.

Dean went in front of us and stopped to look Sam straight in the eye.

"Sammy…"

"I mean, look, this is the third school we've been to this year, and it's only November. I'm just sick of always being the new kid", Sam told us.

"Sammy, it's okay. I'll be there with you", I said and smiled.

"If anyone gives you any trouble, you let me know. Same for you, Abby. Relax. Dad said this hunt will take him two weeks, tops. As soon as he gets back, we're out of here", Dean said.

"To another school. Awesome."

"Ladies and gentlemen, please say hello to Sam and Abigail Winchester", Mr. Wyatt introduced to the class while Sam and I stood beside him, both us feeling uncomfortable as hell.

Sam was right, it really was annoying.

"Hi, Sam. Hi, Abigail", the whole class said.

Please, let us go to our seats, I begged in my head while I smiled awkwardly at the class.

"Is there anything you'd like to tell us about yourself?" he asked us politely.

"Well, I like French fries with BBQ seasoning and strawberry milkshake", I told and smirked to ease the awkwardness, making the class snicker.

"And you, Sam?"

" Not really", he mumbled.

He really didn't feel good about being the new kid, again.

"Okay. Uh, grab a seat."

I slowly walked beside Sam and took a seat behind Sam and beside a big guy that really looked like the bully type.

And I was only reading body language.

As Sam dumped the backpack on his desk, his knife fell down on the chair, making me widen my eyes.

Really, Sam?

"Sam!" I hissed before he quickly snatched the knife and hid it, but not before a scrawny kid with glasses noticed it and widened his eyes amazed.

"Whoa, that's yours? Awesome!" he exclaimed quietly.

"All right, gang... essay assignment", Mr. Wyatt announced, making everyone groan.

"Yeah, yeah, my heart breaks for you."

"Hey, I'm Barry", the scrawny kid whispered to Sam and me.

"Abigail."

"Sam."

"Okay, now, I want three pages of your most memorable family experience. Just a reminder though, this is going to be worth half your final grade…"

I didn't listen much after that, since I noticed the bully-like guy, flick Barry's ear over and over again. Like I had said, bully.

"Seriously. Leave him alone", I hissed annoyed at him.

"Shh, I'm going for a record", he said.

"I don't care what you write about, or even how you write about it. I'm looking for the brutal, funny, maybe even painful, truth. Okay, everybody, any questions? Okay, let's get started", Mr. Wyatt said.

"Didn't you hear my sister? Leave him alone", Sam said lowly.

"You want to take his place... midget?"

"Sure", Sam agreed.

Now

"So, I'm an intern from Sweden and my name is Olivia Anderson and I will be around for a while, I guess. A day or two maybe", I told the drama class I was in.

"How old are you, Anderson?" a guy asked—who seemed to be one of the jocks— and winked.

"I'm twenty-six, kiddo. I think you're too young for me", I replied and received a laugher from the rest of them while the guy was red in his face.

Something told me that he was one of the douches in the school, because everyone stopped laughing as he glared on them.

"Can you say something in Swedish?" another guy wondered.

I had actually read some Swedish before, and mastered using their weird melody while they talked. And hopefully, they wouldn't notice that I wasn't from Sweden.

"Okay. Well… Den där snubben borde verkligen sluta flirta med lärare som är äldre än honom, eftersom de inte är intresserade i små pojkar som han", I said and kept myself from laughing at myself.

That guy really should stop hitting on teachers who are older than him, because they aren't interested in little boys like him.

Some of the students raised their eyebrows confused.

"What the hell did you just say?"

I smirked at them triumphantly before I answered.

"I shouldn't say it to you guys, so I won't. Sorry. But it has something to do with boys in your age", I explained and grinned amused at their still confused expressions.

" Now,we're going to remake some quite famous scenes from different theaters and movies. I want you to take one scene and rehearse 'til I want you to perform them for me on the stage. But first, I'll make some groups."

To be honest, it went quite good. Some small temper tantrum from the jock for being with the 'geeks', which he earned a glare from me for. But otherwise, good.

"This was very good, everybody. And I guess we will see each other in the corridors, or something", I said before I ended the class and went to the school gym, where I knew Dean was and Sam probably would be.

"Hey, Sam", I said and hurried to him and his janitor's cart.

"Found anything?"

"Nope", I told before I opened the door and found one kid taking a lap and another half groaning in pain.

And the weirdest, Dean in tight red shorts. Something I didn't want to see again.

He seemed to notice us, because he stopped in whatever he was doing and tossed the bag with ball to the students.

"Go nuts."

I rolled my eyes while he walked to us with a quite smug smile.

"Having fun?" Sam asked sarcastically.

"The whistle makes me their god", he told us proudly while I stared at his shorts.

"Good to know. Nice shorts, by the way", I commented.

He looked down at them uncomfortably before he looked up again. I bet he like those, but pretended to hate them.

"Find anything?" he questioned.

I shook my head.

"The lessons I've been to, have been quite calm, even when I paired the jocks to the 'geeks'", I said and air quoted 'geeks'.

"I've been over the entire school twice. No sulfur", Sam told us.

"No sulfur, no demon. No demon, no case", Dean stated.

"I don't know. Maybe I was wrong." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder (which had to stand on my toes to do) and smirked.

"Happens to the best of us, bro", I said.

"I say we hit the road, huh? But after lunch — it's sloppy-joe day", Dean said.

"Oh, and I just want to be on another class. It seems quite fun", I added.

Suddenly, a guy cried out and ran past us with his hand over his nose. Right, good teacher they had.

"Good hustle, Colby! Walk it off!" Dean shouted.

"I'm Olivia, as you may know, and I'll be looking around at how your teacher is teaching and all that stuff", I told the group before they started to cook something.

I was not sure what, though.

Suddenly, a guy started to scream in pain. I quickly jerked my head to him and saw another guy shove down his hand in the Cuisinart. With towel ready, I ran to the guy and ripped up his hand (what was left of it, at least) and put the towel around it.

"Mrs Green, take him to hospital", I ordered and stayed while the rest of the class— excluding the guy who had become nuts— ran out in panic.

The boy who had done it suddenly fell down on the floor, when I noticed some black goo in his ear, ectoplasm.

That explained why we hadn't noticed any sulfur. Because it wasn't a demon possession. It was a ghost. Fun.

1997

"Dirk can't be serious. That dude can probably not even hit straight", I stated when we walked down the corridor.

Suddenly, we saw some douche knock down Barry's things on the floor, making everyone around us snicker.

"Leave him alone", I snapped to him while Sam helped Barry with his books.

The douche smirked.

"Oh, yeah? What are you going to do, little girl?" he mocked.

I clenched my teeth. Something I hated was when people underestimated me because of my height. Just because I was short, it didn't mean that I couldn't kill a human.

Which I could. Theoretically. Never done it, of course.

"You don't want to see me angry", I said in a low and dangerous voice.

The guy stared into my eyes, before I saw a flicker of fear in his.

Without a word, he turned and walked away.

"Thanks, both of you", Barry thanked while I helped picking up the last of his books.

"Nice kids", I muttered.

"I don't care. Three years, and I'm out of here. I'm going to Michigan State. They got the best vet program in the country", Barry told.

"You like animals?" Sam asked.

"They're a lot nicer than people", Barry stated, making me nod.

"Yeah, some people are just suckers", I said, making Barry chuckle.

"Come back."

I stopped dead in my tracks while a chill went down my spine. Who the hell was that?

"Abster, what's wrong?" Sam wondered and looked at me thoughtfully.

I raised my eyebrow, hadn't he heard that?

"The voice, didn't you hear it?" I asked and looked at the puzzled boys.

Sam shook his head.

"No, there wasn't any voice. Abby, you okay?"

I glanced at Barry slightly before I looked back at Sam.

Maybe Dean knew something about some creature whispering inside your head.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I guess", I lied and gave Sam a 'tell you later'-look.

We continued to walk in the corridor when the janitor's closet door opened, and Dean and the Amanda girl walked out and kissed each other slightly.

I rolled my eyes, seriously, again?

The third of fourth girl this season only.

"Yo! Sammy! Abby!" he said lowly and smirked at our direction, while I shook my head.

"That's your brother with Amanda Heckerling? He's cool", Barry said astonished while I smirked.

"Yeah, that's what he thinks at least", Sam and I said in unison.

Wasn't the first time we said that, wouldn't be the last either.

I noticed the Kirk guy and some big guys behind him, looking 'dangerous'. Sucker.

"Hey, tough guy. I been looking for you. Still want to take Barry's place?" he challenged.

"Get out of here, Barry", Sam ordered while still looking at Dirk.

"I'll go get a teacher", he said and left.

Sam went forward and put his hands on Dirk, like he wanted him to move.

"You want to go?" Dirk said.

"I'm not gonna fight you, Dirk", Sam protested.

"Why not? You chicken? Come on!" Dirk dared.

Before I could do anything, Sam shot my a don't-look. He knew what I could do, and what I would do.

"No."

From all of sudden (sarcasm), Dirk punched Sam down to the floor, making everyone around us make a 'ow' sound.

That son of bitch. Hitting Sam, he'd would pay for it.

"Get up! Get up! Come on! Get up!" Dirk urged.

" Punish him. Give him what he deserves", the voice whispered in my mind.

But it wasn't a possession or something. It was just like a person standing beside me and whispering in my ear. Kind of.

Gladly, I thought angrily, and was about to beat the shit out of him, when Sam looked at me and shook his head.

"Don't", he said lowly.

I balled my fist, but nodded.

How much I hated it, Sammy was right, he was right about a lot of things.

"Hey, get back! Get back. That is enough", Mr. Wyatt said from nowhere and took off after Dirk.

First week in school, wonderful.

"That kid's dead", Dean growled after he got to know what happened.

"Dean", Sam said slowly.

"I'm gonna rip his lungs out!"

"It's not a big deal", he mumbled.

"He hit you", I reminded.

"Sammy, look at yourself. If Dad was here —" Dean exclaimed angrily.

"He's not."

"Well, I am! And as soon I'm finished with that dick —"

"Shut up, okay?! I don't need your help", Sam protested.

"That's right, you don't. You could have torn him apart. So why didn't you?" Dean wondered and sounded quite annoyed.

" Because I don't want to be the freak for once, Dean. I want to be normal", Sam stated.

"So taking a beating — that's normal?" Dean said sarcastically.

I hadn't said so much the last seconds, so of course, I decided to chide in, with something else instead.

"Heard anything from Dad?" I asked.

"He called this morning, said he's going to be another week at least. We weren't supposed to be here this long", Dean responded.

I shrugged fluidly and stared at him.

"At least you've got Amanda to make out with", I added.

"Dude, she wants me to meet her parents. I don't do parents", Dean said, making me laugh slightly.

"Yeah, Dean. You defiantly don't do parents.

Now

"Come on, Mr. Ghost. Come out, come out, wherever you are", I sing-sang and waved with the salt loaded shotgun.

"Guys, I don't get it. No one ever died on this bus, and it's not like there's a body hidden in here", Sam stated.

"Yeah, but a flap of skin, a hair, I mean, hell, a hangnail - something's got to be tying the ghost to this place. We just got to find it", Dean told while I crept on the floor and searched for hair, nails or… other things.

Yuck.

"Got a new driving permit. Issued two weeks ago", Dean informed, making me and Sam move to the driver's seat, where Dean sat and held up a paper.

"Wasn't that just before the first attack?" I wondered and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Yeah. Name of the bus driver is Dirk McGregor Sr., 39 North Central Avenue."

I widened my eyes. Dirk? McGregor? Oh, crap. No, you got to be kidding me…

"Dirk McGregor? Sam, do you remember his son?" I questioned and looked questionably at him.

"Yeah."

"Did you know everybody at this school?" Dean snorted.

1997

The end of the school, for today. Yippie.

"You okay, Abby?" Sam asked.

I nodded slowly, until I noticed Dirk shoving down Barry on the ground.

"Got to watch where you're going, man", he said to him.

"Leave him alone, Dirk", Sam protested while I just could glare at the big guy.

"You never learn, do you, midget?" he taunted.

I lead down and helped Barry up from the pavement while he looked at Sam and me horrified.

"Go to the bus, Barry", I mumbled to him before Sam and I went with him.

I could then se Dirk push Sam to the ground, making everyone snicker or laugh.

"What's the matter? You scared? Don't worry. I'll go easy on you this time. Come on, Lose-chester. Let's see what you got. Come on, freak! Freak!" he mocked.

I started to breathe heavier while my vision was tinted with red.

No one would hurt Sammy, not without being punished. And calling him freak? That was the last straw.

" Show him who he should be afraid of", the voice urged in me.

And this time, I listened. With the speed of lighting, I shoved Dirk backwards.

"What's the matter? You scared to take on a girl?" I taunted and raised my eyebrow.

Dirk narrowed his eyes and threw a badly made punch, which I dodged from and kicked his gut, making him groan in pain.

"No one hurts my brother", I snarled and and punched him again.

I dodged from another hit before I hit him, over and over again. And, it felt good. Letting out my anger on the person who had been hitting and punching my brother again and again.

When I finally stopped, he was lying on the ground in pain and humility.

"You're not tough. You're just a jerk. Dirk the jerk", I told.

Suddenly, everyone started to laugh at the new nickname before Dirk walked off with his back turned on me. Like I had said, no one touched my brother.

Now

"Dirk!" Sam said and readied his shotgun while I held my Beretta in shooting position.

"Winchesters. What are you gonna do, shoot me?" Dirk snarled at us.

"We don't need to", I stated while Dean wrapped the rope around Dirk.

"That rope is soaked in salt water, Dirk. You're not going anywhere", Sam informed him while Dean hurried up in the bus.

I waited for some seconds, it couldn't be that hard to find the Bible in the bus. Unless…

"It's not here!"

"Where is it?" Sam questioned.

"No way you'll ever find it", Dirk stated.

I pushed Dirk against the bus and put my gun on his chest.

"Answer my brother's question. Where is it?" I demanded.

"Abigail Winchester. Still a bully. Still fawning over your big brother. You, you jocks... you popular kids... you always thought you were better than everybody else. And to you, I was just Dirk the jerk, right? Now you evil sons of bitches are gonna get what's coming to you", he said, making guilt swim around in me.

He was right, I shouldn't have called him that that. I shouldn't have hit him. Sam had been right.

"No, I'm not evil. You're not either. Look, I know I did some pretty horrible things to you back in school, but it wasn't evil. I have seen evil in the eye. We, we both suffered in our own way. High School really was and is the worst part in your life. But it got better, but I'm sorry neither you or Barry got to see it", I told him and let go.

"Nothing is gonna get better for me. Not ever", Dirk said.

He ripped himself free from the ropes and went at me, but not before Sam shot him in the chest a couple of times, making him fall down on the ground.

"Are you okay?" I asked the driver, until someone lunged themselves at me, making me fall down on the ground.

Dirk the started to beat me up, repeatedly. And maybe, I deserved it.

"No! Don't! Find the hair, both you!" I yelled to them as I heard gunshots.

Over and over again, my face got hit, getting sorer and sorer, bloodier and bloodier. I braced myself for the pain, when suddenly, Dirk cried out and got ripped out from the boy's body and disappeared in flames.

But naturally, the unconscious boy fell down on me pretty hard, and he was a bit bigger than me too.

"Ouch!" I groaned and tried to breathe normally, which was almost impossible.

"Guys, help?"

"Wow, Abby. That guy is too young for you", Dean chuckled.

1997

"What do you mean with voice?" Dean asked confused before he fell down on the bed.

I shrugged.

"It was like someone whispered in my ear, but only in my head. No possession or something, just plain whisper. I've already read in the books. No demonic possession or something. Actually it kind of says nothing about a voice like that", I told him.

"Maybe we should call Dad about it", Sam suggested.

I shook my head. He couldn't do anything while he was out on a hunt.

"No, he's hunting and won't do good while he's out. Look, maybe I just imagined it—"

"Come back."

Suddenly, everything dropped in temperature. Or at least for me. It felt like I couldn't be warm again. And then, it got hotter. Like near a chimney or something with fire.

"Abby, you okay?" Dean asked and looked at me while searching for any supernatural on me.

"Come back. We need you."

"The voice, it's here", I whispered.

"Leave me alone", I growled to it.

"Don't be angry at me, Abigail. You chose it, not I. Not any of us, but you."

From nothing, a weird sound stung in my ear, like a thousand needles. I cried out in pain as the sound intensified, feeling like someone was splitting my skull.

Everything inside me started to shake, like it was going to explode. No, I didn't want to die, not like this.

And all of sudden, it was gone. Just like that.