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I was nervous about speaking with Jessica, not for any reason other than the fact that she was dead. I hadn't put much thought into how these people would react to being brought back solely to tell me about the men who were indirectly, or in some cases, directly, responsible for their deaths. I wasn't even sure she would show up as the time that Julius was supposed to meet me slipped past. I made him promise not to force anyone to come with him, they had to want to talk to me. It was the only way this was gonna work.

Twenty minutes past the scheduled meeting time, Julius finally showed up followed closely by a pretty blonde haired woman who didnt look frightened or angry to be there, just mildly confused. This might've been partly due to our location; perhaps it hadnt been the best idea to choose a cemetery given who I was dealing with, but it was less intimidating than a hotel room and we were less likely to be disturbed by any outsiders. I noticed something about Jessica right off the bat that made me more relieved we were out of the public eye. She had an edge of transparency to her, not enough that she was completely see through, but just so that she didn't look entirely real. The sun shining on her back lit her up like it wouldn't do with a normal human being, she almost seemed to glow. I raised an eyebrow at Julius.

"Sorry, not as strong as I thought I was. This is the best I could do." He cast a quick look around the graveyard. "You have ten minutes, so be fast. Any longer than that and it sets off some warning bells to my father that something is up. Even more so in an area like this."

I nodded and turned my attention to Jessica. "Jessica Moore? My name is Lainey Kingston, it's very nice to meet you, please take a seat." I gestured awkwardly at the ground beside me and she walked over and sat down, leaning her back against the tree behind us, greatly diminishing the glow caused by the sun.

"So, you want to ask me questions about the Winchesters?" She asked, still sound slightly confused.

"Yes, you don't mind if I record this do you?" I held up my tape recorder.

"No, not at all."

"Thanks," I set it down on a rock beside me and hit record before opening my notebook and flipping through my list of questions. I had no idea where to start.

"He's not here, is he? Sam?" Jessica craned her to neck looking towards the parking lot.

"No, I'm afraid not. I don't actually know him all too well..." She looked at me suspiciously.

"Then why am I here? You brought me back from the dead to ask me questions about someone you don't even know?"

"It's a lot more complicated than I can explain," I floundered, looking for the right answer. "I don't know them but I need to know why they do what they do. They helped out a friend of mine and I'd like to know why." It wasn't a solid explanation but it satisfied Jessica enough for her to nod at me to continue.

"So, first things first, you dated Sam Winchester. What was he like?"

"Sam? He was...He was great. Kind, generous, handsome." Jessica replied with a slight laugh at the end. "But he never truly believed in himself. I think that had something to do with the way he was brought up, but he didn't talk about his family much either. I don't know much about them."

"Did you ever meet his brother Dean?"

"Yeah, once, when he broke into our apartment in the middle of the night! He seemed kind of arrogant to me but Sam always spoke highly of him, when he did speak of him, that is."

"That wasn't long before you died."

"A couple days, maybe. I don't remember too much about dying. That night I was up waiting for Sam to get home so I made some cookies and was going to take a shower and then...I suppose that's around when I died."

"Are you angry that you died?"

"I was, still am a little bit. I had so much left to do, you know? But you just sort of get used to the idea, you can't change the way things are. I do miss Sam though, even though he probably doesn't even think of me anymore."

"I'll bet that's not true..." I was distracted by Julius tapping on his wrist.

"How would you know? You said it yourself, you don't know who they are." Jessica had noticed too and stood up, wiping the palms of her hands on her nightgown.

"People don't forget the ones they love that quickly."

"Maybe not but years have passed and I will place my own bets on the fact that more than one girl had crossed his path at this point. Sorry if I couldn't be more help but my time with Sam Winchester was far too short. Better luck with your next ghost, eh?" She gave me a small smile which I returned.

"You've already done more for me than you could even imagine just by showing up. Not many dead people would be willing to come back to the realm of the living just for a ten minute discussion with someone they've never met before." She laughed again and followed Julius out of the cemetery. She paused at the front gates and turned back to face me.

"Did Sam ever go to that interview? The one for law school?"

I thought for a minute before responding. "I have reason to believe he didn't. Whatever he's doing now, law school is definitely not a part of it." It was hard to tell from the way the light was obscuring her face, but I could've sworn she looked disappointed. And then they were gone and I was left with nothing to do but pack up and head home. For my first official interview, it hadn't gone as badly as I had expected. Sure, I didn't get a whole lot further in my search but it was a start and there were more names on my list to check off.

All I had to do was wait for Julius to get back and give him the next name and muster point. I was going to have to travel a bit for this one, more specifically, I had to go to Nebraska. I figured the key to convincing the next ghost to help was going to involve going to where he once lived and a place I myself was keen on visiting. In a few short hours I would be packed and on my way to the site of Harvelle's Roadhouse.