Blue Oyster Cult was playing quietly from the stereo inside the old 67 Chevy Impala. The rain had just ceased, but little drops of water slowly fell down the sides of the beautiful vehicle. It was calming. The day had barely begun. Right now kids would still be sleeping, school wasn't about to start for a while.

It had been a while since the Winchesters (plus Lia) had been on their last hunt. This hunt was different from any hunt that either of them had seen. The creature had not been anything supernatural, instead it was a crazy girl. In some ways she was like a monster, simply because her father/grandfather locked her up in the walls of the house where she never saw light and nobody ever knew she existed. Meanwhile, her mother killed herself. One day, crazy girl had enough and killed her old man.

Shortly after that, the three of them went over to said house and began to check it out. But not long after, a family arrived. They were the new owners of the house. The three managed to get them away from the house by telling a lie (as hunters tend to do) and then they went to ask questions about the man to people who he knew. They found out that his wife died in childbirth and his daughter hung herself.

Once they got as much info as they could get, they went back to the house, only to find that the family didn't stay gone. They tried to think of how else to get them out of the house when they heard a scream. Once they arrived in the house and had a heated discussion with the father of the family, the lights went out and there was a howling noise outside.

The family's pet dog. They left the house to see what was going on and on the moving truck were words written in blood, telling them it was too late to leave. They were stuck. While inside, the crazy girl had gone and slashed their tires and took their weapons. Of course, nobody had any clue that this crazy girl was actually a girl. In fact, the three originally thought that she was a ghost, the ghost of Rebecca.

They all went back into the house, there was a salt ring placed around the family. Lia and Sam went to the attic to get some more clues. They had just found Rebecca's diary when they heard a scream from downstairs. There was the crazy girl trying to kill Dean, she had been over the salt line. Sam flashed light at her from his flashlight, she did not like that. She disappeared inside the closet. One thing was for certain, she wasn't a ghost.

Not long later, the youngest of the family disappeared. So Lia, Dean, and the Uncle went into the house and found the passages inside the walls. When Lia and Dean went down into the girl's "kitchen" they heard a scream. The Uncle had been killed. The two went back to the family to tell the bad news. Not long later, Sam told them about reading Rebecca's diary. Turned out that she was not the girl at all. It was her daughter. So Lia and Dean went back into the walls to find the son who had disappeared, with Sam and the father there to help them if they found the boy.

Eventually they did find him, and once they untied him, he told them about the girl's brother. Suddenly they were attacked by said brother, but Dean managed to kill him. When they found the family again, the father had killed the girl. They were done. The family didn't seem so bad when they left. Even though they had been put through hell, they figured they'd be able to make it through.

That hunt hadn't had such a bad ending as they thought it might have. Lia was thinking about the family, even now. She and Dean weren't speaking. Just sitting in comfortable silence. Sam had been in the hospital for a while now, dressed up as an orderly. Sam had found a hunt in a city where he and Dean once went to school for a short time. Apparently at their old high school, a girl killed another girl in a bathroom, yet the killer said that she had no control of herself when she did this. Sam suggested that she had been possessed.

"How does it feel?" Lia eventually asked.

Dean sat up straight when he heard her speak. He seemed dazed, as though he were sleeping or tired. As one usually gets when they sit around doing nothing for half an hour. He slowly looked at her, puzzlement on his face. He seemed to be getting wider awake now.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked confusedly.

Lia gave a small smile, "How does it feel, to be visiting a school you went to before."

At this, Dean scoffed. Lia got her answer by this, without him having to say anything. He didn't seem to care, or believe someone should feel different at all about visiting a school they had been at previously. Then again, Dean had never stayed at a high school, he didn't have the attachment others did.

"You serious? It's just a school. Not some sappy romance," Dean told her.

The silence turned back on. They both took in his words, thinking about it. Lia soon looked back out the window, not saying another word. The raindrops on the window still lingered, but Blue Oyster Cult seemed to be louder than before. The silence had turned uncomfortable.

"Besides, I hated that school," Dean muttered under his breath.

Before Lia could look at him and ask, "why?" Sam got into the backseat of the car with his new information he had gotten from the girl. Hopefully they had something important, otherwise they were back to square one and would have to walk into the school without any idea of what could be in there.

"So?" Dean asked

Sam let out a quiet sigh, "I think she's telling the truth. I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically - kind of sounds like demonic possession to me."

There were two key words in that sentence that struck out, as if they did not belong. Was he not a hundred percent sure that the girl had been possessed? He had been fairly certain when they had been discussing the case. This did not sound good at all.

"What do you mean by "kind of"?" Lia asked

"She didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur," Sam informed them.

"Maybe it's not a demon. I mean, kids can be vicious," Dean added.

Lia had to agree with Dean on that one. If the girl had not seen any black smoke or smelled sulfur then it probably wasn't a demon. Usually a person would at least remember the black smoke. Most people knew if they had been possessed. Perhaps this girl was just crazy? Although... it didn't sound right. It didn't sound like she would actually kill this person, but then again, Lia didn't know her.

"Well, I mean, we're already here. Might as well check out the school," Sam suggested.

Dean gave a slight nod and looked away, "Right, the school. Truman High, home of the Bombers."

It wasn't hard to tell he didn't like that idea. He looked a bit more tense, a bit unhappy. Lia looked at Sam, wishing he had filled more in when they had received the case. But perhaps he would later, once they checked out the school. But Sam's idea was good, it was better than just leaving when there could be something dangerous in the school.

"What's your point?" Sam asked.

Dean gave a slight shrug, "I don't know, I mean, we went there for a month, a million years ago. Why are you so jazzed to go back?"

To be honest, Sam didn't seem so "jazzed" to go back to the school. He was just doing the smart thing by deciding that they should at least check it out before they pack up and leave. It wasn't hard to tell that Dean really did not appear to like the school.

"I'm not. I just think it's worth looking into," Sam told him sincerely.

"All right, well, what's our cover? FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?" Dean asked.

"Don't worry. I got an idea," Sam gave a small smile.

At that, they drove off.

An hour later, Lia stood in the back of a classroom, wearing casual modern clothes. She folded one side of her loose, thin white sweater over the other side. She was posing as a teacher's assistant. It was surprising, Sam had gotten a new "job" as the janitor, meanwhile Dean was in the gym, subbing.

The students started to arrive. All of them chatting in their little groups as they sat in their desks, when they noticed she was in the classroom, a few of them began to whisper while the boys just stared. Five more minutes later, the class fell silent as the teacher stood up.

"Hello class," The teacher said, getting their attention. "I'd like you all to meet Miss. Young, she'll be my assistant for the day."

A few of the students muttered "hello", while others stayed silent. Lia gave a tiny smile and began to hand out the notes for the day to each student. A few of them whispered when she past, while some boys stared at her all dreamy-like. Lia rolled her eyes at this.

"Boys," Lia muttered under her breath.

She finished giving them all the notes. Then she went and stood at the back of the classroom in silence. Hours went by, she handed out more notes and worksheets as the hours went by. More students piled into the classroom every now and then. Mr. Wyatt, the teacher, asked her to go photocopy a test. She went off to the photocopier room.

Once she got back into the classroom, the bell rang, symbolizing it was lunchtime. Once all the students left the classroom, eager to get a break, Lia went to the front of the classroom, heading to the door to leave.

"Miss. Young," Mr. Wyatt called before she exited.

Lia turned to Mr. Wyatt with a smile, "Please, call me Lia. I'm not that fond of calling someone by their last name."

Mr. Wyatt gave a quick nod, mentally taking note of that. It was true though, she didn't like calling a person by their last name. It was too formal for her taste. Especially since her own last name, she had been given from her real father. The one who killed her mother.

"Right, um... would you like to grab a coffee with me?" Mr. Wyatt asked.

Lia gave a nod, "I'd love to."

Mr. Wyatt seemed to relax slightly at that, he gave her a smile, then they both exited the classroom.

Their little "date" went well. She felt bad that she would probably leave soon and never see him again, but it was enjoyable that she got the chance to relax and have a bit of fun. The two drank their coffees, they laughed, and they talked. There was something about Chris (which she soon found out was his name) that she just enjoyed. He was older than her of course, but he acted her age. He was fairly immature and funny. When they decided to head back to the school to get some lunch, Lia handed him her number. Even if she wasn't going to see him anymore, hopefully they'd be able to talk again.

The two arrived in the teachers lounge, where they got their food. Lia saw Dean, (in a red gym one-piece tracksuit) eating his sloppy joe happily, while Sam sat and looked around, wearing his janitor disguise. He saw Lia and waved her over. Lia looked at Chris, who seemed a bit confused that she already knew people.

"Sorry, they're buddies I've had since high school," Lia apologized, with a slight hint that she was going over to talk to them.

Chris got the hint, "Right, see you back in class." He gave a friendly smile.

Lia smiled back at him, then she went to the two brothers and sat down quietly, beginning to eat her food. She didn't get a sloppy joe though, she managed to talk the cafeteria lady into giving her something that wasn't so messy. She couldn't risk getting food all over her face, that would just be embarrassing.

"Where have you been all this time?" Sam asked with a stern look.

Lia shrugged, "On a date."

At this, Dean choked on his food. However, he managed to quickly recover. Lia patted his back gently. He stared at her, a mix of shock and anger on his face. Perhaps even worry. She knew what was coming on: "The speech". Most hunters have heard it before.

"Look, I know. I'm not going to be with his guy forever. I know that I can't. Sue me for just trying to get a distraction from this nightmare we live. He's a nice guy, sure if I wasn't hunting then maybe..." Lia sighed and shook her head. "It was just a harmless, innocent date. We just had coffee, nothing special. I gave him my number, but I doubt we'll see each other again."

The boys just stared at her, Dean's anger and worry faded away. She had said everything that they were going to say. Lia, now satisfied, finished eating her food. She glanced up at the clock, they only had a five minutes left to talk. She then looked at the brothers once more.

"Didja... you know, jump his-" Dean started, but Lia cut him off.

"I haven't been gone for that long!" Lia rolled her eyes.

Why he would ask that sort of question, she had no idea. It wasn't like it mattered. It just was completely unimportant to what they were doing. Which was hunting. They didn't have that much time to discuss plans, they were wasting time with these questions. But Sam had the look, the business look.

"Alright, Dean and I have decided that we're gonna leave. I've scouted the place and there's nothing. Plus nothing out-of-the-ordinary has happened. There's probably nothing here," Sam didn't seem very happy about this decision.

Lia glanced over at Chris, who was happily talking to some other teachers. She looked back at the brothers and sighed, "alright."

"Actually, give it ten minutes after lunch," Dean said, with a hand on his stomach. Having that look one got when someone really needed to go to the washroom for a very long time.

Lia was getting ready to leave, quickly gathering her things in the classroom when Chris was teaching. She didn't want him to notice her leave and not come back. She was just about to sneak out of the classroom, when the intercom turned on and the Principal spoke through:

"Attention all students, there has been an accident in classroom 105. No student is allowed to enter this room, students who have that classroom in another block, will go to room 117. Every student must now go to the gym to attend a nonviolence assembly."

Lia stopped in her tracks, thoughts now running rapidly through her mind. So, clearly something very important happened. Perhaps something similar to what the one girl did to that now dead girl? It was likely, although, whatever happened, no one died, otherwise students would probably have to go home.

Chris then began to instruct the students outside of the classroom and he followed after them, motioning for Lia to follow him as well. They all went to the gym. Lia would have rather enjoyed meeting up with Sam and Dean, no doubt they were going to check things out.

Students began to pile into the gym, just about the whole staff and students were in the classroom. Lia was about to take out her phone and text Dean, when she saw him on the other side of the gym. He caught her eye and waved for her to go with him to the exit. But she shook her head, trying to signal that she couldn't leave. He must have understood though, because he gave a nod and left.

"I can't believe this..." Chris muttered under his breath.

The Principal began to speak, it was then that Lia learned what had happened. She quickly took out her cell and gave a text to Dean, telling him everything that had happened in room 105. Apparently, some guy -out of anger- took a jock's hand and stuffed it into a Cuisinart. She knew that Sam was already checking it out. He would have probably had to clean the blood. Lia stood with Chris during the entire long assembly. Once the assembly was over, the bell had rung. School was over.

Chris turned to Lia, "Lia, I was wondering, perhaps tomorrow we could-"

But Lia cut him off, she had to do this, even though she didn't want to, "I'm sorry Chris... but I can't. I've gotta go to Wisconsin. My sister called me just after Lunch. My mother has Cancer. I'm heading out tomorrow or the day after. I'm not sure when or if I'll be back."

It hurt her to see his disappointed and upset face. It really did. At that moment, Lia cursed the job. She wished that she could stay, but she knew she couldn't. Chris just gave a slow nod of understanding, muttered that he was sorry, and he walked off. Lia then stood alone in the empty gym.

Hours later, nighttime, Lia was shivering slightly. She looked around the empty graveyard. Watching in case someone saw them. On the way over, Dean and Sam filled her in. They were facing a ghost, and not just any ghost, a really pissed off one, so pissed off it possesses people and gives off ectoplasm (AKA, gross black goo).

Along with this, Dean had found out who the ghost was. A kid who killed himself on campus in 1998. A kid named Barry Cook, who Sam knew when they went to the school. Barry also happened to kill himself right in the bathroom where that one girl was killed.

Turns out that the M.O. of the ghost, was "nerds" going after bullies and popular kids. And well, Barry when he went to high school, was a nerd and was bullied. He had a very rough time at school. Lia couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy, even if he was killing people at the school, he must have been driven very far to commit suicide.

Sam and Dean climbed out of the hole, Sam threw in the salt and fuel and Dean lit the remains on fire.

"So long Barry Cook," Dean muttered.

Once the remains were burned, the three of them covered it all up and soon they were out of the graveyard and into the Impala. Lia glanced at Sam, something was definitely bothering him. Dean must have noticed it as well because he then asked him:

"You alright?"

"Barry was my friend, and I just burned his bones," Sam answered quietly.

Lia said nothing. She knew how hard that must feel. She knew that Sam felt like he just violated his friend's peace. Nothing could make that feel right, Lia knew it, but she wasn't sure that Dean understood. When it came to symbolic stuff like that, he didn't understand.

"Well he's at peace now, Sam," Dean replied in a soft tone.

"I mean, if Dad had let us stay just a little while longer, maybe I could have helped the kid, you know?"

Lia frowned at this. Now he was blaming himself for Barry's death, which was not right. It wasn't fair to himself, even to Barry. She was sure that Barry would not like to see Sam like this, blaming himself for his own choice, his death. No one would want that.

"Sam, don't blame yourself for Barry's suicide, there was nothing you could have done. He was too far gone. You shouldn't think like that, I'm sure Barry wouldn't want to see you like this," Lia told her friend gently.

"Lia's right. I mean, you read the coroner's report same as me. Barry was on every anxiety drug and antidepressant known to man. School was hell for that kid. His parents had split up. He just wanted out. It was tragic, but it's not your fault," Dean added. "To tell you the truth, I'm glad we got out of that town. I hated that school."

It wasn't hard to tell that Dean hated that school, there was just something in the way he spoke about it, and when they first entered the school he seemed so tense. If he hadn't told her before that he hated the school, she would have already known it by now.

"It wasn't all bad," Sam replied defensively.

"How can you say that after what happened to you?" Dean asked.

Sam looked over at his brother, and there was something in his eyes, as if he were remembering some day, some day when something bad happened. But Lia had no idea what was going on, she stared at the two tense brothers, not saying a single word.

"What exactly happened?" Lia asked quietly, so quiet, as if she were afraid that she would scare them by speaking.

Dean stared at the road, "He was bullied. Some stupid kid hit him."

After that, nobody spoke a word. Sam looked out the window, still remembering, while Dean and Lia sat in uncomfortable silence. Neither of them knowing what to say. Eventually they got to their motel room and all of them, after what seemed like a long day, lay down to rest.

Lia just walked back into their motel room with coffees in her hand. She was still a little tired from their late night last night, but that was to be expected. Most hunters had to stay awake for long periods of time. Usually it was fine until you woke up in the morning, just realizing how tired you are.

Dean and Sam were already up, but it seemed like they had just been arguing before she had walked in the door. Lia rolled her eyes and put the coffees on the table. She took her own and soon the boys took theirs as well. Everything was silent for a few seconds as they all had a sip.

Once Dean finished, he said to Lia, "Sammy wants to go back to the school, to see a teacher." He said it as if it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

Sam frowned at his brother, "He's a good guy." He sighed softly. "You should know, he's the one you went on that date with."

At that, Lia frowned, but she gave a nod after a long pause. She wasn't sure what to say to that, but she knew that she would not be able to go into the school to talk to Chris, not after what she had said the day before, he would get suspicious and she didn't want to hurt him.

Soon they had arrived at the school in the sleek 67 Chevy Impala, Sam got out of the car to talk to Chris and then it was just Lia and Dean sitting alone in the car. They never spoke a word to each other for a what seemed like forever, but was actually just five minutes.

"So... didja really like that guy?" Dean asked.

Lia shrugged, "I barely know Chris, but... yeah... I could have seen myself being with him."

By "being with him", Lia meant settling down. Dean understood what it meant. But they both knew that what she wished could never be possible, all because of the job. The job that ruined her life and Dean's. They both sat in uncomfortable silence once more.

"Why him?" Dean suddenly asked.

"I don't know..." Lia admitted. "But I suppose he's like the guy that I almost settled down with."

Dean chuckled, "You? Almost settling down with a guy?"

But his smile faded when he saw her pained face. Lia just stared out the window for a few moments, recalling those memories that she had always kept hidden in the back of her head. Like a box that you find and left closed for years and years, only to open it once again.

"It was a long time ago, he was a nice guy. Kind of like Chris. Intelligent, funny, handsome. But that's the thing about the job, you can't settle down with people. The job ruins that opportunity. To be honest, I want out. But I can't get out because I know that no matter how hard I try, the job will follow me everywhere I go. But I'd like to settle down and live a normal apple pie life. Either way though, I'll always stick by you," Lia said with a weak smile.

Dean stared at her for a moment, then he looked at the front, "I kind of know how you feel."

But before Lia could say anything, Sam knocked on the window frantically.

The three of them were sitting on the Impala with drinks in their hands. Thinking over what just happened.

"That ghost is dead. I'm gonna rip it's lungs out! Well, you know what I mean," Dean said with anger.

Sam had a puzzled look, "It knew my name, Dean. My real name. We burned Barry's bones. What the hell?"

As it so turned out, Sam was attacked in the school before he could talk to Chris, he was attacked by the ghost. Which came as a shock to all three of them. They had been sitting there for a while now as Sam told the story and they tried to think things out.

"Clearly we missed something. Maybe Barry has other remains or maybe it isn't even Barry, I don't know," Lia said with a shake of her head.

Dean, meanwhile, pulled out a file and was looking through it. Trying to find what they had missed, some big clue that could help with this mess. But Lia was stuck, she had no idea (if it wasn't Barry) who the ghost could be. She never went to Truman. But Dean found out something, because he had a "Eureka" face on.

"Check it out-" Dean showed them the file. "Look, Martha Dumptruck, Revenge of the Nerds, and Hello Kitty - they rode the same bus. This would explain why there's no EMF at the school, but not the attacks. I mean, ghosts are tied to the places that they haunt. They can't just bail."

"Unless this one can. 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," Sam explained.

They figured it out! Well, at least most of it, now they knew that there was something on the bus, some sort of remain. So they knew where the source was coming from, all they needed to figure out was who the spirit was. Once they figured that out then they would be able to nab the ghost.

"There's only one problem; it'll be harder to figure out who the ghost is. I mean, think about how many kids could have died in that school. It'll be difficult. The ghost could be anybody, especially if its remains is on the bus," Lia said with a frown.

Dean gave a nod, "I agree, but lets just check out that bus first, we can worry about that later."

Not long later, the three of them were on the Truman High School Bus. Searching around for some clue or remain that could lead them closer to getting rid of the ghost. A ghost who they still did not know. Lia was looking in the back, under some seats for clues. Sam was walking around with the EMF reader which was going off. Dean was looking in the middle section of the bus with his gun in his hand.

"Definitely ain't clean," Sam told both of them.

"Here, ghosty, ghosty, ghosty!" Dean banged on the ceiling of the bus with his gun. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

Lia grinned slightly at that and laughed a little. Then she kept on looking, but stood up when she found nothing. Then she went towards the middle to look there around the seats. Sam kept walking around with the EMF, Lia listened to it's loud screeching noises.

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

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

Dean then moved to the front of the bus to look up there for some other clues. If there was something important on the bus it would most likely be around the front of the bus, as long as they were looking for a remain of course. Mind, there could also be a clue there as well.

Sure enough, a minute later: "Got a new driving permit. Issued two weeks ago."

Lia and Sam both went up to Dean to check it out.

"Just before the first attack," Sam mentioned.

Sam was right, now that Lia thought about it. The first attack... the one girl killed the other girl in a bathroom and was sent to a mental hospital. The first "nerd" who had been attacked. This was interesting, so they knew that this driver had something to do with all of this.

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

"McGregor?" Sam asked.

Uh oh. Lia knew what was coming. That Sam knew this McGregor guy. Lia took the permit from Dean gently and looked at it. But Lia wasn't sure how Sam could know this guy. Dirk had white hair and a big nose, he was too old for Sam to know. Chris wasn't even close to this guy's age.

"Yeah, why?" Dean asked.

"I knew his son," Sam explained quietly.

Dean gave an over-exaggerated look, "Do you know everybody at this school?"

The three of them walked into Dirk McGregor Sr.'s living-room. It was an alright house, Dirk seemed to live alone though. There was no liveliness in the house, like there was something missing, or perhaps the void was filled with... sadness. Lia didn't know this for sure though.

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

"Yes, sir, in High School," Sam explained.

Dirk Senior gave them the motion to sit down. Lia sat beside Dean on the couch, while Sam and Dirk Senior sat down in armchairs. Lia looked over at the mantel, where some pictures lay. One picture was of a teenaged boy, this was probably Dirk in High School.

"I don't recall Dirk having many friends at Truman," Dirk Senior muttered.

"When did, uh- when did Dirk pass?" Dean asked awkwardly.

"He was 18."

Lia frowned at that, mostly she sympathized with Dirk Senior. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like to have lost a son at such a young age, especially just losing a son in general. She had no idea what to say to that, she wasn't even sure how to react to that.

"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," Dirk Senior explained.

That last sentence was vague. Too vague. It needed to be explored, Lia had no idea what sort of troubles Dirk Senior meant, it was probably something at school. When Sam had talked about Dirk on the way over, he explained how Dirk had bullied him and Barry at school. Perhaps it had something to do with that?

"What do you mean by "troubles"?" Lia 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," Dirk Senior explained.

Lia saw, out of the corner of her eye, the surprised reaction on Sam's face. Lia had to admit, she was a little surprised herself. If he was bullied, then why did he bully Sam and Barry? Was something wrong here? Was Dirk actually never bullied like Dirk Senior thought?

"They picked on him?" Sam asked, bewildered.

"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…" Dirk Senior trailed off.

Lia knew that Dirk Senior thought he had said too much already. He had a hurt expression on his face. But something appeared on Sam's face. Something like realization and regret. Lia didn't know why he had that expression, but she wouldn't ask him about it later.

"His mother?" Sam asked.

Dirk Senior gave a nod, "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."

This poor man! That was all Lia could think. Not only did he lose his only child, but he also lost his wife. It was clear that he was not over these deaths, but who could get over something like this? Dean just looked down, with surprise and clearly sympathy. Meanwhile Sam also had the same look, but added with regret.

"I didn't know about his mother," Sam told him softly.

Dirk Senior shook his head, "He- he wouldn't talk about her, not even to me. Lot of anger in that boy."

Lia now understood. Dirk did bully Sam and Barry and other's, to vent out his own emotions. He was going through a hard time and needed to take it out, if his mother hadn't died he probably wouldn't have bullied in the first place. And then he was bullied, and that just made things even worse for him.

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

Dirk Senior shook his head slightly, "Oh, he wasn't. I had him cremated."

"All of him?" Dean asked quickly and awkwardly.

It appeared as though the words had slipped out of his mouth, like he didn't mean to say it. Both Lia and Sam looked at Dean quickly, as if to tell him that this was not exactly the thing to say. Whether it gave them more answers or not, but Dirk Senior didn't seem to mind.

"Well, I kept a lock of his hair," Dirk Senior replied slowly.

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

Dirk Senior had a look of suspicion on his face, "On my bus, in my Bible."

It had taken a while to catch up to the bus. They had gotten to the school only to find that the basketball team went on the bus to another school, the three had a bad feeling that Dirk would have taken possession of the bus driver. Either way, they needed to get to that bus. So Dean raced to get ahead of them.

They had been waiting for about 5 minutes, ready to fight. Their plan complete, the only thing left to do was to actually get Dirk into the afterlife. Sure enough, the bus came and all the tires popped as they ran over spikes. The bus swerved to the side of the road and the bus driver walked out.

"Dirk!" Sam yelled and cocked his gun.

"Dirk" turned around, "Winchester," he snarled. "Winchester. What are you gonna do, shoot me?"

"Don't need to," Sam replied smoothly.

Dean appeared behind Dirk and he wrapped rope around him. They all knew that the rope was soaked in salt water, so that he couldn't get out. Sam ended up explaining this to Dirk as Dean finished tying the rope and quickly went into the bus to find the lock of hair. They both waited for a moment, but Dean yelled to them that the hair wasn't in the bus.

Sam looked at Dirk, "where is it?"

"No way you'll ever find it," Dirk told them calmly.

Dean soon came back and stood just behind Sam and beside Lia. His eyes wide open, looking at his younger brother who held the shotgun firmly and aimed right at Dirk. Sam walked quickly up to Dirk and he took him by his jacket and forced him against the side of the bus.

"Where is it!?" Sam demanded.

"Sam Winchester. Still a bully. 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," Dirk replied.

When he said "jocks" he looked at Dean, and when he said "popular kids" he looked at Lia. As if guessing by what they looked like, who they were in high school. Even if he was an ass, Lia still felt a little sorry for him, because he had such a hard, short life.

"I'm not evil, Dirk. I'm not. 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," Sam said sorrowfully.

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

All of a sudden, he held his breath as he began to break through the ropes. Once he broke free he started towards Sam, Lia took a step towards them, but Sam quickly fired rock-salt at him. The guy who Dirk had possessed fell slowly to the ground. The three walked up to the man, but a moment later Sam was tackled to the ground.

This time Dirk had possessed one of the basketball players, and he turned Sam so that he could punch his face. Dean quickly picked up the shotgun and shot at Dirk, but it didn't seem to be working. Between punches, Sam was able to quickly say to them:

"Lia, Dean, find the hair!"

Lia ran onto the bus while Dean went to the body. Lia quickly searched through the driver's seat and the papers, but there was no hair. She exited the bus, ignoring the stares from the basketball team and their coach, and she went to Dirk and tried to pull him off of Sam, but he was too heavy.

Dirk didn't seem to notice or care that Lia was trying to pull him off of Sam. But it wasn't long later that he pulled back. Lia let go and looked at Dean, he had found the hair and set it on fire. She looked back at Dirk and saw the shadow of a spirit and embers disappear into the sky.

The basketball player fell onto Sam, which made Sam squirm, almost as if the jock was crushing him, which he was since the basketball player was a bit overweight.

"Little help?" Sam choked.

Dean looked over at Sam, and a grin split onto his face, "He's giving you the full cowgirl."

Lia rolled her eyes at Dean, she turned back to Sam and tried to push the basketball player off, with a bit of difficulty. Then the three of them went straight to silence, the only sound that could be heard was their breathing.

The next day, Sam went into the school to talk to Chris, Lia and Dean sat in the car quietly for a while. Just like they had been while they had been waiting for Sam to come out of that mental hospital. Lia stared at the school in silence, thinking about Chris.

"So... what do you think about the school?" Dean asked.

Lia shrugged, "Well... I don't hate it, but every school has something good about it and something bad about it."

Dean gave a slight nod and he stared out the window, at the door, waiting for Sam to get back. He seemed in a rush to get going. Lia couldn't blame him, she knew that something bad happened to him at the school, but she knew better than to ask him.

"What about that "Chris" guy, anyways?" Dean asked and he looked at her.

Lia sighed heavily, "I already told you, I really like him but we just... can't be together."

Dean gave a look as if to tell her that he understood. He stared at the school, thinking hard about something. It seemed difficult for him, but he gave a movement, and unlocked the doors of the car. Lia glanced quickly at him, in confusion. Not understanding why he unlocked the doors.

"Why don't you go and say goodbye?" Dean asked, it wasn't really a question though. He seemed sincere.

Lia gave a bright smile to her best friend, and he gave a small one in return. Next thing she knew, she was running down the hall towards the classroom. She met Sam on the way, who stared at her in surprise and confusion. Clearly wondering why she was in the school.

"Where are you going?!" Sam asked.

"I'll meet you at the car in a minute!" Lia yelled back.

With a bright smile, she had said that running past Sam, looking back at him only for a second. Then she hurried to the classroom, to make sure that she would make it on time, that he wouldn't leave before she got to him. There was just something she needed to do first before leaving. She entered the classroom and Chris looked up in surprise.

"Lia? What are you doing here?"

Lia walked up to him quickly, she grabbed him by his shirt, pulled him in, and kissed him.

Hope you guys liked it! Sorry for the delay :P I do not own any of the characters (except Lia) or what they say. Blah blah blah :)