Sam, Dean, and I sat on the Impala enjoying a drink together. Apparently while in the school the ghost had attacked Sam so we burned his friend's bones for nothing. I felt awful and so did Sam. "Trust me. This will help. That ghost is dead. I'm gonna rip its lungs out! Well, you know what I mean." I smiled at how protective Dean was, it really was sweet. "It knew my name, Dean. My real name. We burned Barry's bones. What the hell?" Sam asked. I bit my lip in thought and grabbed his hand. "We'll figure it out Sam I promise." I told him. He smiled at me grateful that I was there for him. "Well, maybe it wasn't Barry. Maybe we missed something. We just got to go back." Dean said. He then picked up a file and began reading it. "No way. How did we not see this before?" Dean asked. Because sometimes things are easy to miss I thought to myself. "What?" Sam asked in return. "Check it out - Look, Martha Dumptruck, Revenge of the Nerds, and Hello Kitty - they rode the same bus," Dean told us. I smacked his shoulder and gave him a pointed look. "Ow what was that for?" he asked me. "You didn't have to call them names Dean." I told him. He rolled his eyes, but knew I was right.

"Okay, so maybe the bus is haunted." Sam said ignoring our exchange. "Well, that would explain why there's no EMF at the school, but not the attacks. I mean, ghosts are tied to the places that they haunt. They can't just bail." Dean replied. He was right too ghosts are tied to places or objects they can't just bounce around whenever they want. "Unless this one can. Dean, there's lore about spirits possessing people and riding them for miles, then whenever they leave the body, they're bungeed back to their usual haunt. But until then, the ghosts can go wherever they want." Sam explained. "So a spook just grabs a kid on the bus and walks right into Truman?" Dean asks. As much as I didn't like it, it was the only explanation we had. "It's possible," Sam replied. Dean frowned and said, "Ghosts getting creative - well, that's super." I looked at him and said, "No it's plain creepy." Sam and Dean both nodded their agreement.

Sam, Dean, and I were checking the bus. Dean was at the front, I was in the middle, and Sam was at the back. The E.M.F meter was going nuts. "Definitely ain't clean." Sam said. I knew he meant the ghost, but I couldn't stop myself from saying, "Well no duh Sam kids are messy." I could hear Dean's laugh while Sam just gave me a look. "Here, ghosty, ghosty, ghosty! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Dean said. Although I doubted it was going to work. "Man, 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 said. But ghost didn't always haunt where they died they can be tied to anything. "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 said. "I hope it's something a little less gross than skin," I told them. "You and me both," Sam said.

Dean began looking through papers at the front of the bus. Hopefully something in them would give us a clue. "Got a new driving permit. Issued two weeks ago." Dean informed us. "Just before the first attack." Sam replied. Seems like we found something that could help us way to go Dean. "Yeah. Name of the bus driver is Dirk McGregor Sr., 39 North Central Avenue." Dean said. "McGregor?" Sam asked. I could feel Sam's confusion and worry. "What is it Sam?" I asked looking at him. "I knew his son." Sam replied. And from Sam's feelings and the look in his eyes I surmised that he was the bully. "Did you know everybody at this school?" Dean asked. I grabbed Sam's hand letting him know I was there for him since he seemed to be remembering his time at the school again.

We all got back in the Impala and headed to the McGregor house hoping to get some answers about our ghost. I looked around the living room once we were inside. "So, you were friends with Dirk?" Dirk Sr. asked. Sam looked at him and replied, "Yes, sir, in high school." Dirk Sr. looked at Sam for a moment. "I don't recall Dirk having many friends at Truman. Here, sit. Sit down." He said. Well maybe that's because he was a bully. "When did, uh - when did Dirk pass?" Dean asked. "He was 18." Dirk Sr. replied. These poor kids never got to live life it was truly tragic. "What happened to him?" Sam asked. Dirk Sr. was so upset thinking about his son. "Well, there was, first, drinking, then drugs, and then too many drugs. And then he just slipped through my fingers. It was my fault. I should have seen it coming, you know? Dirk, he, uh - he had his troubles." Dirk Sr. answered.

"What kind of troubles?" I asked genuinely curious. "School was never easy for Dirk. We didn't have much money, and, well, you know, kids - they can be cruel. They picked on him" he told us. I looked at Sam confused. Hadn't he fought this guy because he bullied Barry? "They picked on him?" Sam asked not understanding. "They called him poor and dirty and stupid. They even had a nickname for him - Dirk the jerk. And after what happened to his mother, he…" Dirk Sr. started to explain. "His mother?" Sam interrupted. "Yeah, Jane, my wife. She died when Dirk was 13. Cancer. I was working three jobs, so it fell to Dirk to take care of her. And he was a great kid. He made sure Jane got her medicine. He helped her, cleaned up after her. But, you know, you - you watch somebody die slow, waste away to nothing... it does things to a person. Horrible things." Dirk Sr. explained. Sam suddenly felt horrible about what had happened between him and Dirk Jr. I squeezed his hand trying to tell him he had no way of knowing.

I felt so sorry for Dirk Sr. and Jr. because losing a loved one is never easy and to do it as such young age. "I didn't know about his mother," Sam said. "He - he wouldn't talk about her, not even to me. Lot of anger in that boy." Dirk Sr. told us. I gave him a sad smile. "I understand I lost both my parents right before I turned 18 and 9 months ago I lost my husband. The anger you feel changes you." I told him. He gave me a small smile grateful someone understood. "Well, we'd really like to pay our respects, Mr. McGregor. Um, you mind telling us where Dirk is buried?" Dean asked. "Oh, he wasn't. I had him cremated." Dirk Sr. told us and I groaned internally. "All of him?" Dean asked. I was surprised Dirk Sr. wasn't creeped out by the question. "Well, I kept a lock of his hair." He told us. Okay so that means he is the ghost. "Oh, that's - that's nice. Where do you keep that?" Dean asked again. How is this guy not finding these questions weird? "On my bus, in my Bible" he told us.

We set up a spike strip so we could stop the bus. The door opened and the bus driver stepped out of the bus with Dirk inside. Sam and I held our shotguns up and cocked them. "Winchester. Winchester's girl? What are you gonna do, shoot me?" he asked. While we had him distracted Dean walked up behind him and wrapped him in rope. "Don't need to. That rope is soaked in salt water, Dirk. You're not going anywhere." Sam told him. Dean looked inside the bus and addressed the kids, "All right, everybody stay where you are. You'll be okay." The looked at him funny. "Aren't you the P.E. Teacher?" One of the kids asked. "Not really. I'm like '21 Jump Street.' The bus driver sells pot. Yeah." Dean says as way of explanation.

He climbs on the bus to look for the hair. "It's not here!" Dean yells when he doesn't find it. Damn it we have to burn it to get rid of Dirk. "Where is it?" Sam asked. Dirk just looked at him and said, "No way you'll ever find it." Sam shoved his gun into Dirk's chest. "Where is it!?" he yelled. I knew Sam getting mad wasn't the answer. "Sam Winchester. Still a bully. 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." Dirk told him. Then I thought maybe I could get through to him or at least make it so Sam could. "Look Dirk I was like you bullied mercilessly while in school because of my height, because I was a 'nerd' and because we didn't have a whole lot of money. If Sam was a bad guy I wouldn't be with him." I told him.

He seemed to be listening so Sam took over, "I'm not evil, Dirk. I'm not. And neither were you. Trust me. I've seen real evil. We were scared and miserable, and we took it out on each other - us and everybody else. That's high school. But you suffer through that, and it gets better. I'm just sorry you didn't get a chance to see that... you or Barry." Dirk was so upset after that. "Nothing is gonna get better for me. Not ever" Dirk told him before breaking out of the ropes. Sam and I fire our guns and his ghost flies back to the bus taking over one of the kids. The kid came up behind us throwing me into the bus almost knocking me out while he starts beating Sam up. Dean came off the bus and fires a shot, but misses. "Dean! Find the hair!" Sam yells at him. Dean walked over to the bus driver and began searching him. "Hey, buddy, this isn't what it looks like." Dean tells him and if my head wasn't killing me I would have laughed. Dean finally found the hair and burned it causing the student to fall on Sam. And he certainly wasn't a small kid either. "Little help?" Sam asks from under the boy. I get up so I can help Sam. "He's giving you the full cowgirl." Dean said while laughing.

We went back to the school one last time so that Sam could finally talk to the teacher. I sat out in the car with Dean once again waiting on Sam. "So you're senses still going off about Sam?" Dean asked. While on this case I could still feel something off about Sam, but it hadn't been as strong. Maybe it was because he kept reminiscing about the past and wasn't so focused on the now. "Yeah Dean, but it wasn't as strong so maybe it is stress." I replied. Dean gave me a small smile, "I wouldn't worry about it then if it's not as strong." Dean told me. Before we could really continue our conversation Sam came out and we left.