"Have you seen the ghost since then?" Ned asked. He was in Melinda's shop, Same As It Never Was, leaning alongside Eli over Melinda's shoulder, trying to find their ghost on Mel's computer.

Melinda shook her head, her long curls falling off her shoulders. "No, just last night. I just don't understand who he was. I mean, he wasn't the man in my dream."

"If I can't have her, then no one can," Eli recalled from when Melinda told them her ghost experience only minutes later. "Hmm, have you been able to find the murder yet online?"

Melinda once again shook her head. "I don't have much to go off of. I think we have to wait until he gives me another sign."

Ned nodded slowly, trying to mentally find another way. Being the only one of the three without the ability to contact spirits made it difficult for him. He was just about to offer that they check the archives that were stored in Grandview, when the doorbell rang.

Sam and Dean had checked every other jewelry store and store that might sell jewelry in the square. This antique shop was their last hope.

Melinda closed her laptop, standing up behind the store's counter. "Hello, are you looking for anything in particular?"

Dean and Sam simultaneously pulled out their FBI badges, like they had both done it way too many times. "Have you sold any engagement rings lately?" Despite being on their fifth and last store, the question still seemed random. Like he was concerned for the shop's sales rather than a case.

Eli was staring at them, or rather their badges, and Dean quickly coughed and slipped his badge out of sight.

"A few. Is there anything you're looking for specifically?"

"All we know is that it was a silver band," Sam said, his eyes wandering to Melinda's hand resting on the counter. A silver band was on her ring finger.

She noticed his gaze and instinctively pulled her hand closer to her body. "Oh, this wouldn't be it. I've had this for years." She turned away to check her sale records.

"Do you know who it was who would have bought it?"

"We have a few options, actually. Do you have the names Alex Young, Luke McDonald, or Sean Jackson?"

Melinda looked through her records, which she had frequently kept up to date. "I'm Melinda, by the way. These are my friends, Eli and Ned."

Sam nodded, "Nice to meet you. I'm Sam, and this is my brother, Dean." He didn't bother using their FBI names. All they needed was the ring and they would get out, never having to see these people again.

In a few moments, after several pages were flipped, she narrowed her eyes ever so opened her mouth to say something, when Eli interrupted quite loudly with, "Melinda can I speak to you in the back?"

Melinda gave him a weird look, and was about to tell him that she was trying to deal with a customer, but the desperate look in his eyes told her to shut up.

"One moment," she said, and followed her friend to the back of her store.

Sam and Dean shared a glance, suspicious of why Eli had needed to talk to her and curious about what she was going to stay. Dean knew that, if they decided to withhold information they would have to get it forcefully. For whatever reason they would not say it for was not worth a life.

Dean looked around impatiently, until his eyes landed on a dusty wooden board on a display counter. "Is that an antique ouija board?" he asked incredulously.

"Yeah," Ned said with a smile as he came over to look at it. "Melinda got it in a few weeks ago, but she wants nothing to do with it. It stayed in the back for the longest time before I convinced her to put it out."

"Why doesn't she want anything to do with it? Does she believe?" Sam asked.

Ned laughed, "Yeah, she definitely believes in ghosts. I guess she doesn't support it."

Dean shrugged, "Can't blame her."

"Do you believe?" Ned asked curiously, after a long pause.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed. If only the two parties could see how ironic the situation was. Sam and Dean who were on a hunt for a spirit at this very moment and Melinda who could contact the dead.

Meanwhile, in the back of the store, Melinda was annoyingly yelling at Eli for taking her away from those customers.

"Okay, I know." he interrupted. "But I needed you to know that they were lying to you before you told them anything."

"What are you talking about?"

"Their FBI badges, they were fake."

"What? How do you know that?" She glanced out into her store, where Sam and Dean were talking to Ned.

"You won't believe the stuff you see as a psychology professor. I once had a patient who was thoroughly convinced she worked for the FBI. It was weird, but hey at least I can tell when people are pretending to be the FBI," he sounded exasperated.

"Okay," she pursed her lips, "but why? Why are they pretending to be the FBI?"