After School Special Part 2

Sam, Dean and Angela were sitting on the Impala, enjoying a beverage and talking.

"Trust me. This will help. That ghost is dead." Dean said. "I'm gonna rip its lungs out!" he paused. "Well, you know what I mean."

"It knew my name, guys." Sam said. "My real name. We burned Barry's bones. What the hell?"

"Well, maybe it wasn't Barry." Angela said. "Maybe we missed something. We just got to go back." She reviewed a file as she talked. "No way. How did we not see this before?"

"What?" Sam asked.

"Check it out, look, Martha Dumptruck, Revenge of the Nerds, and Hello Kitty, they rode the same bus." Angela said.

"Okay, so maybe the bus is haunted." Sam nodded.

"Well, that would explain why there's no EMF at the school, but not the attacks." Dean said. "I mean, ghosts are tied to their places that they haunt. They can't just bail."

"Unless this one can." Sam replied. "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."

"So a spook just grabs a kid on the bus and walks right into Truman?" Dean asked.

"It's possible." Angela said.

"Ghosts getting creative, well, that's super." Dean muttered.

~/~\~

Sam was in the back of the bus with an EMF meter. Dean and Angela were up front, searching for some clue of a ghost.

"Definitely ain't clean." Sam commented.

"Here, ghosty, ghosty, ghosty!" Dean called. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

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

"Yeah, but a flap of skin, a hair, I mean, hell, a hangnail, something's got to be tying the ghost to this place." Angela said. "We just got to find it."

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

Dean was looking through papers at the front of the bus. "Got a new driving permit. Issued two weeks ago."

"Just before the first attack." Angela said.

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

"McGregor?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Why?" Dean replied.

"I knew his son." Sam murmured.

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

~/~\~

School was letting out. Dirk pushed Barry down.

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

"Leave him alone, Dirk." Young Sam said.

"You never do learn, do you, midget?"

"Get to the bus, Barry." Sam said.

Barry ran off, and Dirk pushed down Sam.

"What's the matter? You scared?" Dirk asked. "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!"

Sam got up and started fighting with Dirk. Sam was clearly the better fighter, connecting with hard punches, while Dirk swung at the air. Sam knocked Dirk down.

"You're not tough. You're just a jerk." Sam said. "'Dirk the jerk.'"

Kids in the crowd picked up the chant while Dirk ran off.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean and Angela were in Mr. McGregor's living room.

"So, you were friends with Dirk?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, in high school." Sam replied.

"I don't recall Dirk having many friends at Truman. Here, sit. Sit down."

"When did, uh, when did Dirk pass?" Angela asked.

"He was 18."

"What happened to him?" Sam asked.

"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."

"What kind of troubles?" Dean asked.

"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."

"They picked on him?" Sam frowned.

"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…"

"His mother?" Angela asked.

"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."

"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."

"I'm sorry." Sam replied.

"Well, we'd really like to pay our respects, Mr. McGregor." Angela replied. "Um, you mind telling us where Dirk is buried?"

"Oh, he wasn't. I had him cremated."

"All of him?" Dean asked.

"Well, I kept a lock of his hair."

"Oh, that's, that's nice. Where do you keep that?" Dean asked.

"On my bus, in my bible."

~/~\~

The driver opened the bus door and stepped out of the bus. Dirk was in the driver. Sam walked up and cocked his shotgun.

"Dirk!" he yelled.

"Winchester. What are you gonna do, shoot me?"

Dean and Angela snuck up behind Dirk and wrapped a rope around his middle.

"Don't need to." Sam replied. "That rope is soaked in salt water, Dirk. You're not going anywhere."

Dean stuck his head in the bus and addressed the team. "All right, everybody stay where you are. You'll be okay."

"Aren't you the P.E. Teacher?" someone asked.

"Not really. I'm like '21 Jump Street.' The bus driver sells pot. Yeah."

Angela looked for the lock of hair on the bus. "It's not here!" she said.

"Where is it?" Sam asked.

"No way you'll ever find it." Dirk replied.

Sam pushed the shotgun up to Dirk's chest. "Where is it?!"

"Sam Winchester. Still a bully." Dirk snarled. "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."

"I'm not evil, Dirk. I'm not." Sam replied. "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."

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

Dirk broke out of the rope. Sam fired salt at him, and Ghost Dirk flew back to the bus. Ghost Dirk entered a student on the bus. The student got off and attacked Sam from behind. Dean and Angela fired salt shots at him but missed.

"Dean! Angie! Find the hair!"

Dean and Angela went to Eddie, who was still lying on the ground and started looking through his pockets for a lock of hair.

"Hey, buddy, this isn't what it looks like." Dean said.

Angela found the lock of hair and took out a lighter. Ghost Dirk screamed and flew out of the student. The student fell on Sam. Sam called out from under the large student.

"Little help?"

"He's giving you the full cowgirl." Dean laughed.

~/~\~

Young Dean was kissing a girl that was not Amanda. There was a knock on the door.

"Five more minutes, Jerry." Dean said.

Amanda opened the door and Dean pulled away from the girl he was kissing. They walked out of the closet into the hallway.

"Amanda, hey!" Dean exclaimed. He looked at the other girl. "Gettysburg address, 1863, right?" he asked. "History test next period. We're studying." He told Amanda. "Come on, baby. She means nothing to me. Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad, Dean." Amanda sighed. "I thought maybe… underneath your whole 'I could give a crap,' bad boy thing, that there was something more going on. I mean, like the way you are with your brother. But I was wrong. And you spend so much time trying to convince people that you're cool, but it's just and act. We both know that you're just a sad… lonely little kid. And I feel sorry for you, Dean."

"You feel sorry for me, huh?" he asked. "Don't feel sorry for me. You don't know anything about me. I save lives. I'm a hero. A hero!"

Amanda walked off to her friends who were standing nearby. They all looked at Dean like he was a jerk.

"What? What?!" he snapped.

~/~\~

The hallway was full of student. Young Sam walked down the hall, and as he passed students praised him and slapped his hand. Dean observed this, still looking upset. Dean got a call on his cell.

"Dad?" he asked. "Finally."

~/~\~

Young Dean and Sam were waiting outside as the Impala drove up. As they got in the car Sam saw Barry at an upstairs window. He waved to him, and Barry waved back.

"I can't wait to get the hell out of here. This place sucks. Come on, Sam." Dean said, getting in the car. "Come on, Sam!"

~/~\~

Mr. Wyatt was alone in his classroom at his desk, grading papers. Sam knocked on the door and entered.

"Uh, Mr. Wyatt?" he asked.

"Yes."

"You probably don't remember me, um, but my name is Sam Winchester, and I just wanted to thank you."

"For?"

"I was a student here, and uh, you gave me some advice once."

"Winchester, right." He nodded. "Right. Yeah. You, uh, you wrote that horror story."

"Yeah. Yeah, I did. Yeah, it's kind of all been one long horror story."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Sorry." Sam dismissed it.

"So, what was this advice? I might need to plagiarize myself down the line."

"You told me that I didn't have to go into the family business. You said I should make my own choices."

"So you've managed to do your own thing, then, huh?"

"Yeah, for a while, yeah. And I think I went to college because of you. But, you know, people grow up."

"Yeah."

"Responsibilities." Sam shrugged. "But still, um… you took an interest in me when no else did. That matters, so thank you."

"Well, you know, the only thing that matters is that you're happy. Are you happy, Sam?"

Sam looked out the door to See Angela waiting for him. He sighed and looked at Mr. Wyatt. "I was. And then I went and screwed it up."

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for being so supportive! Sorry I didn't update last night, yesterday I was very ill and had a slight stomach virus. Thankfully it only lasted 24 hours, and I am back to being happy and healthy. :) Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Did ya like what I added at the end there? ;)

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~Emily