"Are you sure this is the right place?" Sam asked as Dean knocked on the door for the third time.

"I believe so." Dean told him. "Just be patient."

"Why are we even here?"

"I told you. We are trauma counselors for a sixteen year old girl named Ceara. Her mother died in a car crash when she was five but a few months ago her best friend Peter got hit by a car and died."

So?"

"So her dad told me that she can see stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Dead stuff. She can see people who have died. He doesn't believe her. Thinks it's do to trauma."

"So we are here to see what exactly?"

"If she can really see this stuff or if it really is just trauma."

"Okay." The door opened and a tall man with short blond hair stood in the doorway.

"Sorry about the wait." He told them. "I had to deal with my son. I'm sorry but you are?"

"Oh right I am...Joseph and this is my brother...Joe. We are trauma counselors."

"Oh right of course. Come on in."

"So you mentioned you had a son?"

"Yes four years ago a adopted him. I thought it might help both Ceara and I."

"How old is he?"

"He's five."

"And where's Ceara?" Sam asked.

"On her way. Oh and she can be a little...cold. I've not told her about this so."

"That's fine. We can deal with her."

"Okay well you can sit while you wait."

Ceara a sixteen year old girl with bright blue eyes and shoulder length black hair was walking down the street. She walked down the sidewalk to her house passing a little boy on a bike in the street. She walked up the steps to her house.

"Who's this?" She asked when she saw Sam and Dean sitting on the couch.

"This is Joseph and Joe. They are trauma counselors." Her dad told her.

"Mom died when I was five. Why do I need counselors now?"

"It's not for your mother." Dean told her standing up. "It's for your friend. Peter."

"Oh then no thanks." She turned and walked up the stairs and into her room locking the door behind her. She went and sat down at her desk. She turned on her computer and searched for Joseph and Joe trauma counselors. She scrolled though the results till she found a picture of Dean. She scrolled through articles for a few minutes till she found one on Sam and Dean Winchester. She downloaded it on to a hard drive and slid the hard drive in to a Twix wrapper. She threw it in her desk drawer and went back downstairs.

"Ceara please just think about it." Her dad told her.

"I'm fine and I don't need counselors." She told him.

"Please just five minutes." Sam told her. "And then if you still don't like us or want us we will leave."

"Fine. But only five minutes."

"Thank you. Sit down." They all sat down on the couch.

"So when did Peter get hit by the car?" Dean asked.

"Why does that matter?" Ceara asked.

"Just so we know." Sam told her. "For the record."

"Okay well it was a few months ago."

"Can you be a little more specific?"

"Sure. It was three months ago. On a Friday night."

"And do you know what happened?"

"I was there so yes."

"You were there?"

"Yeah we went to the movies."

"Okay."

"What more do you want from me?"

"Can you tell us how it happened?"

"We were standing outside and it happened. That's it okay?"

"Okay let's change the subject. Your father told us you see things."

"He did?"

"Yes can you tell us about that?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I did."

"Try me."

"I can see people that have died but only where they died."

"Really?"

"I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

"Is there anyway you can think to prove it?"

"There's a little boy on a bike outside. He's in the middle of the road and looks to be about eight." Sam looked out the window. "I don't see anyone." He told Dean.

"Was there a little boy that died here?" Dean asked.

"Yes." Ceara's dad told him. "But he died when Ceara was a baby. She shouldn't know about him."

"So she's really seeing him." Dean whispered to Sam.

"Well I believe we've used our five minutes." Sam told Ceara. "We are more then happy to help you if you want it. You have our number."