"Ghosts are all around us. Look for them, and you will find them."-Ruskin Bond

"Breakfast?" The voice cut into Sam as he shuffled through the old cassette tapes.

"No thanks." He answered half paying attention. Sleep had been brief since the ride from his place. "So How'd you pay for that stuff? Credit card scams still?"

"Yeah…well, hunting ain't exactly the most lucrative business Mr. Lawyer boy." Dean smirked as he finished fueling up. "We only apply. They send them to us."

"It's highly illegal…We've been warned about how much that gets flagged Dean…. What names did you even put this time?"

"Uhhhhhh Bert Aframian. And his son. Hector." Dean smirked at his brother as he took his seat. "Two for one special that way."

"Just like you…. Just like these damn tapes."

"What's wrong with the tapes?"

"For starters…their tapes…. Motorhead? Black Sabbath? Metallica? The best of Mullet Rock it seems."

"Well, House rules Sammy." Dean grabbed one and inserted the tape. "Driver picks the music," He flicked the case back at Sam. "Shotgun shuts his cake hole."

Sam shook his head and sighed. "It's sam….i'm not that twelve year old anymore." Though he's sure it fell on deaf ears as Dean turned up the music with another classic smirk. Moments later when they were about seven miles from Jericho, Sam got off the phone.

"So no one's at the hospital or morgue in Dad's description. At Least Giddeon says so, that's something."

"Wow…wow…wow" Dean muttered as they saw something coming up. "Check it out….might be another incident." Looking at the cars Dean could tell these were just local cops from the sheriff's department as he set his jaw and reached over his brother to the glove box and pulled out a container. After a bit of shuffling he found what he was looking for while catching his brother's gaped mouth with a wink. "Let's go." He got out with Sam quickly behind him.

As they got closer they listened closely to the officer's words. Victim's name was Troy, Dean thought. Dating Cop's daughter Amy. She's in town putting missing person's photos up.

"You guys had another like this last month right?"

"...aaaaand who are you?" The cop asked Dean who quickly flashed his badge.

"Federal Marshals."

"Young for marshals, aren't you?" He squinted at the boys causing Dean to force a laugh out.

"Thanks, awfully kind of ya." Dean got closer to the scene though. "You did have another one….correct?"

"A mile up the road." The cop nodded. "And others before."

"And you knew the victim?" Dean silently smirked to himself as he could hear Sam begin questioning.

"Towns like these… everyone knows everyone."

"Any connection? Besides all men?" Dean asked as he walked around the car.

"Nothing…at least we can tell. Honestly…we don't know what's going on. Murder….kidnapping….I was about to put in a formal request for the Bureau's BAU team."

"Just what I expect of good working cops like yourself." Dean smirked before biting his cheek as Sam stepped on his foot.

"Thank you sir." Sam began to lead Dean back to the impala.

When they got in they faced each other.

"What was with the stepping/Why did you talk to the cop like that?!"

"Come on, Sammy. If we're gonna find dad, we, you and I, need to find out what's going on ourselves."

Then they heard a cough and looked out the window at three men standing outside.

"Help you boys?"

"No sir. We were leaving." He turned the engine over and looked, seeing two of the men were FBI agents. "Fuck… looks like the cops' boss already called in the FBI…."

"You alright there Jason?" Reid asked as Gideon looked around the area and rubbed his mouth softly.

"Yes…. It's just some friends. They usually check in by now." Gideon raised an eyebrow down at the pen in his hand and twirled it in his fingers for a moment. He couldn't tell them yet. Damn it all that it turns out it's this scenario. The entire past day he's been trying to figure out why the case didn't make so much sense to him and he had.

He stood and ran a hand through his head before looking at the files. A Hunter. Damn it. The issue is he can't be able to inform people of this. He thought back to it now. A hunter with military training who can be in sight of the bodies as soon as he could in order to get….damn it. Hero Homicide is the easiest way to cover it up. After all, the profile is close enough…the only issue he could think of was the fact that none of the people were dying… Why would you shoot someone and not kill them if you're like this? Especially if you're a hunter ... .unless you don't know who exactly is a monster ... .you shoot…you injure…and if they are in a certain amount of pain you know you got a monster.

"Let's look at Landman. He's got the most time with the victims after the shootings." A perfect opportunity to see if they were a monster and if they die on the operating table oh well. He went as soon as they landed and confronted the man…and instantly as he was listening to the man. He was wrong. Landman is not the killer. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened his eyes again. He glanced at Hotch through the window and moved his eyes sideways. Hotch popped his jaw tapped Reid's arm and moved to the er.

After a day of being pulled around by this damned investigation Sam was pleased when he heard the phone go off.

"A fake 911 call? That's pretty illegal Sammy."

"You're welcome, Li-"

"Listen, we got to talk." Dean sighed into the phone.

"Tell me about it. The Husband was in fact unfaithful. Classic Lady in White behavior. Just like Dad thought. She's buried behind her old house… I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't burned the body yet."

"Well if you shut up for five minutes little brother." Dean popped his jaw. "He's gone. He's left already. I found his journal."

"He never goes anywhere without it…"

"He left me some coordinates. The usual old Military code shit he use to teach us."

"What the hell is go-SHIT!" Sammy slammed his foot forward on the breaks and drove through the woman that had appeared on the street.

"Sammy?" Was all Dean got out before the phone call dropped.

"Take me home." Sam closed his eyes and faced away from the spirit.

"No." He grunted when the car started by itself and began to move without him in control. He tried everything he could to stop or get the doors open but she was too powerful. Slowly the old abandoned house came into view. "Don't do this."

"I can never go home…"

"Your scar-" He grunted when she appeared pushing him back on the chair. "I'm not unfaithful…."

"You will be…." The spirit snarled before kissing him hard. Brief but powerful. Enough that it triggered her to be able to strike. Her fingers like icely blades jamming into the heart of Sam as he groaned in pain.

"Please….stop!..." He yelled until finally he heard the gunshots.

"Sam!" Dean yelled, unloading his bullets into the ghost, giving Sam enough time to slam forward on the gas straight into the house.

"Okay…not my smartest move." He groaned as Dean reached in and helped pull his brother from the crash. They turned just to face the woman in white slamming a dresser into them. She seemed about to finish the boys when the lights flickered and water began to drip down the stairs. The woman moved over until she saw two entities who came down at her.

"You came home to us mommy!" They tackled her as the look of fear crossed the specter's face and she was dragged forcefully straight to the pits of hell.

"So…that's why she couldn't go home…." Dean groaned as they pushed the dresser away.

"Yeah….she couldn't face what she had done…"

Dean smirked and patted sam catching his breath. "Good work."

"Yeah? And what about you shooting Casper in the face like that?"

"Hey saved your ass…..Though…If you fucked up my car…" Dean glanced at his car in depth and turned to his brother, his face showing the straightest face he'd ever had. "I'll kill you."

A drive later they were on their way back. Sammy had grown quite after a brief argument about him joining his brother to these coordinates….but this wasn't his job anymore. He'd helped all he could and he wanted a normal life with Jessica.

"Hey…. Don't be a stranger Dean." Sam said as they stopped.

"Yeah…..Sam… we made a hell of a team."

"We always do, brother." He smiled and headed into his apartment and through the place till he got to their bedroom and flopped himself onto the bed. The shower running told him all he needed to know. She was bus-.

..what was dripping on his face?

Another leak from the upstairs neighbor?

That's when his eyes opened and he saw it. The same thing his father had seen his own love being thrust into twenty two years ago.

Jessica dead.

Stuck to the roof.

Just like his own mother. All that was missing was complete in a few short moments as fire engulfed the room. Sam didn't even register the yelling as Dean grabbed his brother and forcefully pulled him to his feet.

"YOU CAN'T SAVE HER!"

And here they were once again. Cops….firefighters. Friends….Neighbors….and the two of them by this old Impala.

Sam had finished loading his gun and threw it down in the compartment as his brother came over to check on him. Only five words escaped his lips.

"We got work to do."

Jason looked down at the phone in his hand. He had just gotten the call. He shuddered out a breath deep and hard.

"Jason?" Reid asked him and his mentor looked up at him.

"I…just found out a case I once dealt with may have some new information…. I'm gonna be looking into it privately but i may be coming to you for advice"

"Is it a BAU case?"

"No…Kansas but a new one has popped up in Palto Alto."

"Then why are you looking into it."

"Friends of the family." Jason smiled up. "I'll let you know if it's something Reid….go to sleep." Gently Gideon reached into his pocket and rubbed a booklet before he pulled it out and looked for a number before calling it.

"Willis? It's Jason. The bird can't fly in Illinois. It needs to be put down."

"Balls…..I'll get someone on it. Can't have him sticking around looking for unfinished business."

I gotta be there

I got to see

I gotta feel it

I gonna watch you looking at me

Oh, you know how I feel

When you set me free

Like a nightmare

Like a nightmare, babe

Like a nightmare

A nightmare, yeah

It's an infection

It's a disease

But no reflection

It's gonna make your blood freeze

Oh, you know how I feel

When you set me free

Like a nightmare

Like a nightmare, sugar

Like a nightmare

A night, nightmare

I can't believe you

You can't be true

But I'll bereave you

I can't tell you how good it feels

You know how I feel

When I set you free

Like a nightmare

Like a nightmare, babe

Like a nightmare

A nightmare, and nightmare, and nightmare, and nightmare

Like a Nightmare-Motorhead