A/NWell... we suck. I can't even remember when we started this or the last time we worked on this before tonight.. It's been 5 months since the last update. School. College. You all probably understand. Luckily, the next chapter has been thought up and worked on a bit so maybe you'll see another update in the next 5 months. Thank you for all of your support and comments and favorites and all that. Please remember to read and review again! luv u all bbys - Lindsey

Lindsey POV

I wake up, disoriented, in the backseat of the Impala, hot and covered in sweat. I'm the only one in the car with the windows slightly rolled down. I yank the door open and fall onto the ground, gasping for fresh air. It's a lot cooler outside the car.

"Those jerks left me in the car to die!" I exclaim to myself in shock. I barge into the diner we're parked outside of, mumbling curses to myself. When I find them inside, their plates are empty and the waitress is bringing them a check. Shelby spots me and covers her mouth, probably to hold in her stupid giggles.

"You jerks left me in the car to die!" I exclaim, slamming my hands down on the table. The waitress slowly backs away from the scene I'm making. I glare at each of them in turn, making sure they all equally feel my wrath.

Shelby gives me an innocent look. "But…the windows were cracked?"

I held up two fingers separated by a few centimeters and shove them in her face. "This much space does not count as a crack! I could have died!"

Dean rolls his eyes and puts down his coffee, reasonably stating, "You were not going to die."

Sam just looks at me in disgust. "You're so sweaty."

I just point a finger at him and growl, "Don't start with me, Bigfoot."

Shelby can no longer hold in her laughter. I try my best not to punch her in the face. "Destiny, Shelby, is a fickle bitch."

"What does that have to do with anything?" she exclaims in exasperation before laughing even more.

The waitress comes back with a white box and hesitant look on her face. She glances sideways at me before looking at Dean. "Here's the to-go plate you ordered."

"That food better be for me," I huff.

Dean just smiles a little and says pleasantly, "It is, sunshine." When he stands up from the booth he leans down and whispers, "You're welcome." His breath tickles my ear.

I suddenly feel an urge to kiss him then and there. He remembered to order me food. How romantic. Shelby interrupts my thoughts and hands me napkins which I use to wipe the sweat my face, neck, and chest. She rolls her eyes and hands me more to use while on the road.

"So what did I miss while I was taking a nap in the sauna?" I ask, sending Shelby a sassy glare.

"Well, I was reading up on our good 'ole hometown Charleston and our old schools to see if there was any trace of us there," she starts, "and instead I found a very interesting article about our old high school, Sunny Springs High."

"Sunny Springs High? Sounds like the beginning to a cheesy teen flick." Dean snickers. Shelby and I just roll our eyes.

"And what did you find about that hell hole?" I ask, ready to get to the point of this.

"One cheerleader has died and another was paralyzed, both incidents within weeks of each other," She replies ominously, waving her fingers. She shrugs. "It sounds spooky."

"We thought we might as well check it out to try to find any proof of you two existing," Dean adds in helpfully.

I ponder the statement for a few moments. What if we exist here, but aren't us? What if we don't exist here? Does that mean we don't exist anywhere? All the pondering hurts my head, so I try to pay attention to the music. Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival is playing and I hum along to most of it, singing the chorus quietly to myself. I glance upward and meet Dean's green eyes in the rearview mirror. I send him a winning smile.

"So you're a CCR girl?" He asks with a chuckle. "Haven't met too many of those."

I shrug and bobble my head. "They're probably my all-time favorite band."

"I'd say they're in my top ten... Nothing can beat Led Zeppelin."

We ride in a comfortable silence, every now and then making comments on the scenery or the music playing. Shelby and I look out the windows and begin to recognize our surroundings as we get closer and closer to our old hometown.

"We're getting close to home," I whisper. I can't make myself say it any louder. The louder I say it, the more real it will become. I feel nervous, almost to the point of being nauseous. I'm not completely sure why I'm so nervous either. Maybe I just don't care about going home?

I glance at Shelby, who looks deep in thought. I wonder what she's thinking about. I wonder if she's struggling with nervousness too. I wonder if it's for the same reasons as me, if she's scared or worried.

"Alright, thank you so much. Bye," Sam says randomly. He puts his cell into his pocket. I realize he has been talking on the phone for while.

He turns in his seat to face Shelby and I, and we meet eyes. I wonder for a moment if I'll forget all that has happened here when I go back home. If I go back home. My head hurts again. Dean turns down the music a little to better listen to his brother.

"So I've got a few positions at your old school lined up for us. There are three staff positions available and I figured one of us could be a student."

"Ooh ooh! Can I be a teacher?" I ask excitedly, jumping up and down in my seat with my hand raised. I smack my fingers on the interior ceiling of the car.

Sam half frowns. "Uh, well...I thought Shelby could be the English teacher, I could be the gym teacher, and Dean could work in the cafeteria. And you could be the student. Since you're a little...young."

I raise my eyebrows and give a dangerous glare. "Wait...How old do you think I am?"

He shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant. "I don't know… seventeen? Eighteen? It just seems closer to your real age."

I let out a loud groan. "I'm twenty three you dipwad. I'm a college graduate! Do I seriously look seventeen?"

"No. You just act seventeen." Shelby snickers. I punch her in the arm. She yells indignantly.

"Wait, you think I'm going to be working as the lunch lady?" Dean demands, but I don't pay attention to their discussion. I'm too distracted by Shelbys rude comment.

I stick my tongue out at her. She reaches out to grab it but I grab her hand and pull her closer to me and smack her face. She leans forward and licks my cheek. I squeal and throw her off me.

Dean just sighs and mutters something like, "This was so close to being the most peaceful car ride yet."

The scuffle ends with both of us pushed up to the opposite sides of the car with our arms crossed, glaring at each other.

Sam stares at us impatiently with a look that seems to sassily say, You guys done?

"Anyway, Shelby, I thought you could be the English teacher and cheer coach," Sam states, looking in her direction but not really meeting her eyes. She has a small tint of pink to her cheeks, but I assume its from our brief backseat wrestling match.

"Wait, cheer coach? No no no, I don't cheer. I don't coach. I am not going to be a cheer coach."

I raise my hand enthusiastically. "Ooh ooh! Pick me! I can cheer and coach and be a cheer coach!"

Sam doesn't even look in my direction. "Sure you are! You're mean enough to be a coach and loud enough to be a cheer coach. I don't see the problem."

Shelby sighs and rolls her eyes, giving up on the argument, which is definitely a first. I raise my eyebrow at her, questioning her sudden weakness. She shrugs and doesn't send me back any messages through facial expressions, another first.

What is going on with her?

I wake up in a hotel bed, wrapped up in soft sheets. I roll around and let out a yawn. Then I realize that this is not where I fell asleep, and I sit up.

Dean walks around a corner, shirtless with a towel wrapped around his hips, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He gives me a nod and walks back into the bathroom I assume he just came out of. I feel my face blushing so I look away, embarrassed to be embarrassed by seeing so much of his really nice body.

I roll my eyes at my own thoughts, somewhat disgusted by how much I'm objectifying him. But he's gorgeous, a tiny part of my mind whispers. I don't disagree with it.

Dean walks back out, no toothbrush this time, the towel replaced by jeans, but still shirtless. "Welcome back to the land of the waking, Sleeping Beauty."

"Good morning," I smile, assuming that it is actually morning. Who knows anymore? I pull the sheets around me even tighter to make a cocoon. "Wait, is it morning? What time is it? What year is it?"

He shakes his head with a chuckle, "It's only been a few hours since you fell asleep in the car. You really can sleep through anything."

"Yeah, it's one of my many great qualities," I say, flipping my hair. "So...how'd I get here?"

"Well, despite how funny Shelby thought it would be to leave you in the car again, I carried you inside." Dean says casually. So casually it makes me think it wasn't very casual.

"Oh...well...thanks." I reply also trying to be casual.

In my head I imagine the conversation between us. Look, I know it's been weird between us because of the 'I slept with an angel thing', but I was hoping we could get over it, he would say looking into my eyes. Because I really like you Lindsey. He would touch my cheek and then wrap his arms around me and pull me close and kiss me.

I shake my head to myself knowing how unrealistic that is. Too chick flicky.

"Yeah, no problem," Dean replies. The simplicity of his actions like remembering to get me food or bringing me inside are enough to make up for all that's happened between us.

"Where's Shelby? And Sam?" I ask climbing out of the sheets I'm wrapped up in. When I'm standing I realize how uncomfortable I am in the jeans I'm wearing and decide to go digging in my bag for some shorts.

"Uh, Shelby went to the lobby for some ghost tour brochures and Sam is doing laundry or something."

"So I guess it's just you and me…" I send him a playful wink. I luckily find a pair of jean shorts and change into them when Dean isn't looking.

He gives me a sideways look like he's up to something, not even noticing my quick change. I put my hands on my hips and then feel awkward and cross my arms instead. "What? What're you looking at?"

The next thing I know, I'm on my back on the bed pinned down. Resisting the urge to knee Dean in the balls, I just push up against him and flip us over.

Looking up at me, he's got a smirk on his face. I can't take it anymore and start laughing. "You are so much weirder than you seem, Dean."

"And you are a lot stronger than you seem," he chuckles, struggling under my mighty grip of steel.

"Yeah well," I say, bringing up a hand to flip my hair. Dean takes that moment of weakness to flip us back over on the bed. He pins down my hands and I struggle against him, flailing on the bed. Dean begins to tickle me and I giggle uncontrollably, squirming around trying to get out of his grasp. His grip loosens when he laughs at my cackle, and I take that chance to try and tickle him back.

He chuckles, immune to the tickling. We just smile at each other for a moment, kind of lost in the moment and the strangeness of us just having a tickle fight. Then, out of nowhere, Dean leans down and kisses me.

Its a short and simple kiss. When we part, we both have wide eyes. I can't seem to form a coherent thought so I just say, "Oh."

Well it is more fitting than a cheesy heart to heart.

Dean stands up and runs his hand through his hair. Suddenly, the door opens, and Shelby comes bursting in with a handful of ghost tour brochures along with Sam who is holding a bucket of ice.

"I HEARD SCREECHING!" Shelby exclaims, throwing the brochures at us. "Throw the bucket of ice on 'em, Sammy!" Thankfully, Sam just rolls his eyes at her.

"So a hunter, an angel, and a demon walk into a bar," I shout loudly, trying to act casual and still be funny.

"THE SCREECHING!" Shelby demands with an accusing finger pointed at me.

"MY JOKES ARE JUST THAT FUNNY!" I yell back at her, trying to be loud and convincing.

"They really aren't, Lindsey," Sam states blandly, putting down the ice bucket. For half a second, I imagine dumping it on his giraffe head. But I couldn't reach, anyways.

"SHUT UP SAMMY YES THEY ARE," Shelby and I angrily retort together, both equally defensive of my humor. We then high five for having mental synchronization. "MENTAL SYN-CHRON-I-ZATION!"

"That's creepy," Sam mumbles from over by the TV.

"You're creepy," Shelby and I say, at the same time again. We share a loving glance. Sam's face slowly looks more disgusted.

"Anyway," Shelby starts, picking up the brochures she threw. She sets them on a bedside table and grabs something else, her face mischievous. She brandishes a brochure. "We definitely need to go on one of these!"

"Next time, Shelby, next time," I reply, nodding eagerly. I decide not to ask about whatever she just stole from Dean's bedside table. "We need to focus at the case at hand."

She groans, "Ugh, fine."

For the rest of the day we discuss our covers, the case, and the gameplan to finding out about what's been going on. None of it is more interesting than thinking about the kiss Dean and I shared earlier in the day.

I sigh, glancing at him when he's not paying attention. I know it was a mistake kissing him, flirting with him, allowing myself to like him, when I could be back home soon if we find the any good information at Sunny Springs High. But that doesn't change how nice it was.

The next day is our first day in school. I've got my typical, lazy high school student outfit on-jeans, vans, and a random tshirt I found that may or may not be Sam's.

Eventually, it's time for a class with someone who knows me.

"Alright class, I'm your substitute teacher, Ms. Locke," Shelby says writing her name on the board in perfect teacher handwriting. "This week we will be reading Slaughterhouse Five and it will be awesome. First things first, I'm the realest. I'm also going to do roll. Please make some sort of noise if you are present."

At the end of the list, and the end of students trying to be sassy by saying "president" she asks the typical teacher question, "Is there anyone who I did not call?"

I roll my eyes and raise my hand. "Yes. You skipped right over me. The name's Linus. Lindsey Linus."

"The hell kind of name is that?" I heard someone murmur behind me. I turn and glare at the boy, my silent fierceness shutting him up.

When I look back at Shelby she gives me a very subtle "I'm impressed" look and turns back to the fancy smartboard on the wall.

She somehow babbles on about this book the class was reading and writes out notes about character analysis things. I just practice doodling devils traps, anti-possession sigils, and angel banishing sigils in my notebook not really paying attention to what she's talking about.

I catch a few fellow students look curiously at my notebook and watch their faces get freaked out as they realize what I'm drawing is "demonic". Dang Bible Belt kids, I think to myself. So easily scared.

Sitting through high school classes is just as bad the second time, I grumble once the bell rings. I glance at my schedule. Gym is next, then lunch, then one more class and this day of hell will be over.

I walk in the middle of the hall, feeling slightly naked because I have no backpack or books in hand. The other students glance at me every now and then, probably wondering who I am and why I'm showing up in the middle of a semester. The feeling of being in school and not knowing anyone but my old teachers strange-especially when those old teachers don't even know who I am.

When I finally get to the gym its empty except for the man sitting on the bleachers. I silently tell myself to act normal, like nothing had happened. Dean looks up and smiles at me, "How's your first day of hell, Blondie?"

"Hell, as expected," I look him up and down, taking in the sight of Dean in short shorts, a headband, and knee high socks, and try not to laugh. "How's yours, Coach Hotlegs?"

He just smirks and holds up his whistle. "This thing.. it makes me their god."

I just smile and nod and go along with it. "So, do I really have to go through with this class?"

"Your gym uniform is in the lockerroom. Should have your name on it."

I let out a loud groan that echos through the gym. "Fine. But I am not running."

He just chuckles mysteriously as I walk into the locker room. I put on the blue and gold uniform with my name on it. It looks just as hideous as I'd expected, like every other gym uniform ever. I sigh, and go back to start my gym class with the hot coach I made out with.

This really is like a chick flick, I groan to myself. Or a porno.

The lunchroom smells almost as bad as the locker room, as the mix of sloppy joes and body odor drift into my nasal canals. I hold in a barf and try to act like this smell is a normal everyday thing as I walk through the lunch line. I definitely did not miss this smell, I think, shaking my head.

"Annnnd here are your beans Ms. Linus," a voice states. I look up to find Sam wearing a hairnet with an obnoxiously fake grin on his face.

"I hope it's as delicious as you in that hairnet, Sammy," I whisper with a wink. "And that you didn't spit in them."

He looks at me suspiciously and points his ladle at me. "Is that my shirt?"

"Uhhh…I don't know? Do you really have any shirts?" I say with a shifty glance and a shrug.

He rolls his eyes at me. "NEXT!"

I roll my eyes right back at him and walk into the main room, glancing around for a place to sit. I see cheerleaders unrealistically wearing their cheer uniforms at the lunch table. I should probably sit next to them...I'll be trying out for their team today.

With a sigh I walk over to them, fake a smile, and sit down at their table. I use my skills from my first time in high school to fit in. "Hi, y'all! I'm Lindsey Linus! I'm trying out for the cheer squad today!"

They all smile surprisingly real smiles at me and accept me into their cult of cheers. I try to pay attention to what they're talking about, but it's hard to listen to high school drama after being out of high school for so long. It's not like they're talking about anything important anyway, I think as I allow myself to zone out.

After the school day is over, I go to Shelby's classroom and find her with her feet up on her desk and her nose in a book. Soon, Sam and Dean join us in the classroom, which is now an unspoken headquarters. Sam glances at Shelby's legs, which look super hot in leggings under a skirt.

"Hey!" I half-shout, snapping at Sam to get his attention. "Stop ogling!"

Sam looks comically big in the desk he's sitting in. Now I see why I have to be the student. Shelby eventually looks up, blinking slowly for a full minute before realizing that we're here and the room isn't empty anymore.

We briefly discuss the day, not really having any talk or evidence of this being a real case. Then, we pull out the yearbooks of all the years Shelby and I attended this school.

The nervousness inside me feels like it'll all burst out at once. "So, if we aren't real.. what will we do?"

Sam, Dean, Shelby, and I don't seem to have an answer. Just silence as we all glance at each other. I pull out a yearbook from my senior year of high school. Slowly, cautiously, I open it. I flip to the senior portraits page. In the corner of my eye, I see Shelby with our freshman yearbook, and Sam and Dean with the sophomore and junior yearbooks.

I flip through the pages looking for my name or Shelbys, "Lindsey Kennewick, Shelby Lowry, Lindsey Kennewick, Shelby Lowry."

I sigh when I can't find our senior pictures. I look for my volleyball team picture and see that instead of me in the captains place, it's Polly Douglas. I roll my eyes. I continue to the homecoming court page and instead of me in the Queen place, it's Polly Douglas.

"Freaking Polly Douglas!" I exclaim out of anger. I throw the yearbook in a random direction and it goes right over the teachers desk and into the desk lamp that's sitting there.

"No! For the love of lamp! Not another one!" Shelby exclaims in anguish, one hand extended as if to save the lamp.

"Polly Douglas?" Sam asks, looking from the lamp on the floor then back to me.

"Wait… another one?" Dean asks, looking like he's about to start a rant on killing lamps.

"Polly Douglas was a bonafide suck up to every single person in the entire school. Every school has one-a super fake, yet somehow popular girl," Shelby answers for me, eager to keep the topic of our conversation off of lamps.

"Oh," Sam nods, just to go along with it.

"So," I start. I heave a great sigh. "We don't exist here."

The silence in the room is deafening. Shelby and I share a glance, but it doesn't say too much. What if we can never go back home?

Before, I thought I'd want to stay here, but now I'm not so sure. Does this mean we've been wiped from all existence everywhere and been put into a TV series? Does the TV series become reality? Or are our parents watching us on Netflix somewhere, not knowing that we're their kids?

"Excuse me, Coach Locke?" A voice interrupts my thoughts. We all look to the doorway to see a girl in a cheer uniform. She looks confused by the mix of people in the room. I can almost read her thoughts. Why is there a lunchlady man, gym teacher, literature teacher, and brand new student all in the same room? Sounds like the beginning to a bad joke. I remember my bad joke from the hotel room, and find myself reminiscing about Dean's kiss all over again

"Tryouts are still at 3:30 today, right?" the girl asks.

Shelby has the look on her face where she knew she forgot something, but she plays it cool. "Yeah, of course. Why?"

The girls forehead crinkles in confusion. "Because it's four o clock?"

Shelby mutters a curse and smacks her palm to her forehead. "Yep, I knew that. I'll be there in five."

Sam and Dean share a glance and snicker, but she shuts them up with a look.

Minutes later, she and I find ourselves back in the gym.

"Alright ladies," Shelby starts from her place on a chair in the front of the room. "We're going to start with the counting thing you people do and we'll go from there."

The cheer girls exchange unsure glances.

"What about warming up?" someone calls from behind me. I can see Shelby restraining herself from smacking her forehead again.

"Yes, right. Warm-ups. Um...you! You start everybody off, and do it...like normal. Go!"

As I follow along with the stretches, I glance at Shelby across the gym. She's watching some sort of tutorial video on her phone. I snicker, earning glances from the other girls. Shelby doesn't look up from her phone until everyone finishes stretching and stands up. She clears her throat.

"Um, okay. I have a new routine. It's a little short since we started so late today, but…" She shrugs and starts doing unenthusiastic hand motions that we all attempt to repeat. "Now, clap your hands three times and touch your toes."

I try not to laugh as Shelby gives a half-hearted toe-touch.

"Alright! Great. That's it for today. Go home or do a cartwheel or...something." Shelby blows a whistle and yawns before turning around and walking out of the gym. The girls all look at each other, confused. A quiet murmur starts up.

We all head to the locker room to change out of our "practice clothes."

"Are you sure she was a cheer coach at her old school?" One blonde girl asks another, shorter girl. Her voice is high-pitched and annoying.

"That's what Mr. Hill said. He thinks she's cute." They giggle together and whisper about what a perv this Mr. Hill guy is. I think back on my day of hell and try to remember if I had the teacher. I can't remember. It all blurs together.

"...season will suck this year, especially after what happened. We're short three members! Well, two now." I look up as the same two girls look suspiciously over at me. "At least she doesn't suck."

"Wait, what happened to the other three?" I interject as I grab my stuff out of my new gym locker and decide not to change. Not like I worked up a sweat or anything. The blonde girl tosses her hair over her shoulder, revealing at least two inches of brown roots. I cringe. Girl, those don't look good at all. Thank God I'm all natural.

They glance around at some JV girls, who widen their eyes and scurry out of the locker room. Bottle Blonde lowers her voice like she's about to tell me a big secret.

"So, like, Tia moved, but that's because Bianca...Bianca was the one that she hurt." Her short red-headed friend nods enthusiastically.

"The one she hurt?"

"Yeah. Bianca was doing a back handspring across the floor, for practice, and Tia all of a sudden, like, ran towards her and knocked her over. Bianca broke her...what's it called? Her thigh bone. Afterwards she acted like she didn't mean to, all confused and stuff. So, like,

Tia got expelled."

"Femur. It's the femur. What happened to the first girl?" It seems like a vengeful spirit. Hopefully I can remember that until I get back to the hotel.

"She...like, this is spooky. I don't know if I can say it. You say it, Molly." Blondie smacks her friend. The red haired girl opens her mouth and unleashes the most southern accent I've ever heard, even when being from the south.

"Okay y'all, so, this girl last year, I don't know her name, she was on top of the pyramid. She was really tiny. I would kill to get her waist. Sorry, but it's true. She was doing a bow and arrow on top of the pyramid-did I say that already? Anyway, there's a rumor that one of her base girls totally purposely made her fall! She fell of and like...broke her neck." She widens her eyes and nods her head like she saw it herself.

Definitely a vengeful spirit.

"Molly, it was an accident!" Blondie smacks her friend a little too hard. "Let's go. Maybe we can show the new coach our routine tomorrow."

They leave and promise to invite me to sit with them at lunch the following day.

Back at the hotel, I burst through through the door and immediately shout, "I told you I should be a cheer coach! She stole a routine from Bring It On!"

I start singing about Mickey and how's he's so fine.

Silence. I look up and see that Sam, Dean, and Shelby aren't alone. Dean's still wearing his short shorts and headband. The angel, Castiel, looks up and frowns. Shelby's cheeks are pink. I wiggle my eyebrows at her and wink. She ignores me.

"What'd I miss?"

"He can't find Ruby!" Shelby shouts helpfully. "And I'm a great coach."

Sam remains weirdly quiet. His forehead does the thing, but he avoids looking at all of us, despite Dean trying to catch his eye.

"Sooooooooooooooo," I say, dragging it out to make the silence even more awkward. "Why do we need Ruby?"

"Angels are being murdered," Castiel states in a deep, angry, growling voice. I try my hardest to keep my mocking of him and his seriousness in my head.

"Alright… And?" I question, not really seeing how that was the answer to my question.

"And that abomination probably knows who's doing it." He answers more harshly. I just hold up my hands in surrender and step behind Shelby.

"I just don't see what we have to do with this," Sam grumbles. I think about agreeing with him, but not only do I not want to be seen agreeing with him, I also don't want to get on Castiel's bad side.

"Well, you're the one fraternizing with a demon, Sammy, so don't act like you're surprised the angels want you involved to help them." Dean growls. It's hard for me to take him seriously because he's still wearing short shorts.

His ass is fantastic, I think as I admire him instead of paying attention. Shelby elbows me and raises her eyebrow but I just shrug.

Dean, Sam, and Castiel keep debating things about Ruby, demons and angels, and the apocalypse as Shelby and I play quiet games of rock, paper, scissors.

Soon, Castiel disappears and leaves behind a very aggravated Sam and Dean. No more words are spoken between them, probably because Shelby and I are present. Dean goes into the bathroom, comes back out dressed in jeans and a military style jacket, and walks out of the room.

Without thinking I follow him. I join him in the elevator silently. Should I say something? Probably not, knowing I'm not the best with my words. I stand there still for the next few floors. Before we reach the ground floor, I reach over and grab his hand.

Dean looks over at me, a surprised look on his face. I feel like I look just as surprised as he does, unable to believe I made a move. We walk out of the elevator, through the lobby, and onto the streets hand in hand.

I'm too distracted by the butterflies in my stomach and pounding of my heart to feel bad about leaving Shelby with Sam.

We eventually end up in a small bar. Dean sits silently in the barstool next to me for a while until he finally abruptly says, "Sammy screwed up bad this time...I don't know how to save him anymore."

He lets out a heavy sigh and I allow there to be more silence before I say anything. Dean rubs his face with his hands. I reach over and softly touch his shoulder. "I know you love your brother, but he's a grown man. He makes his own choices...Maybe it's time to stop worrying about saving him?"

Dean tosses back the rest of his whiskey and clears his throat. With a chuckle he replies, "If I'm not worrying about Sammy, what else am I supposed to worry about?" He shakes his head. "No more chick flick moments, alright? Are there any updates in the case?"

"Um, yeah, actually, the girls on the cheer team told me that last year a girl was purposely dropped during a stunt and that she broke her neck," I answer, "So, I think it's pretty safe to assume that she's the vengeful spirit."

"Awesome," Dean grunts, "Sooner we get done with this, the sooner we can check out your apartment and get closer to figuring out this mess."

I just nod, almost upset he wants to figure this out so soon. Maybe it's just the mystery of it all, I think to myself, hoping he doesn't want to get rid of us. Maybe he just wants to figure this out for the sake of figuring this out.

We go back to the hotel after a few more minutes of sitting in the bar and making small talk. When we get back Shelby's asleep in bed and the shower is running, probably because of Sam.

I join the cheerleaders at lunch again the next day. They all seem more discouraged than the day before. Apparently having a night to sleep on things only made them more grumpy and pessimistic.

"This season is going to suck! We're down two cheerleaders and our coach is way horrible!"

Seeing my opportunity, I casually ask Molly the redhead to tell me about last year. As I hoped, she talks about how great it was until "the accident".

"Are the girls who were in that basing group still on the team this year?" I ask, leaning in close, making sure I seem secretive and curious.

"Yeah! Actually Bianca, Madison, and Lauren were her bases!" Molly answers, pointing out a girl with auburn hair and a girl with strawberry blonde hair. "They're all on Varsity this year. Like, they're the ones who do the main stunts and tumbling."

I just nod my head and pretend to listen to the rest of what she says while putting the pieces together in my head. The girl who died last year is attacking the ones who killed her! I've got to figure out her name...

"What was the girl that died's name?" I ask, interrupting Molly's enthusiastic sentences about tumbling. She looks like a surprised for a second before answering, "Oh, I don't remember. Why do you ask?"

"I'm just wondering...Did you guys do some kind of special cheer memorial for her?"

"Well, we were going to burn her pom poms but I think we all agreed it felt too satanic to do that," she says, excited to be talking again. I sit and nod like I'm paying attention to her.

When the dismissal bell rings I go straight to Shelby's classroom and text Dean and Sam to meet us there. Shelby locks the door behind us so her next class of students can't get in.

"Alright, what is it?"

"So, the girl who was pushed and hospitalized was in the base group of the girl who died last year! I think the other girls might be in trouble and we need to burn the body immediately!"

"What's her name and where was she buried?"

"Uh, I'm not sure."

Dean lets out a groan. "She makes us do all the real work." I stick my tongue out at him. He makes a face back and tries to poke me. I grab his wrist and pull him to me so our faces are close. He just smirks down at me. I blush and look away, letting go of his wrist.

Shelby rolls her eyes. "Can you guys not flirt while we're trying to solve a case?"

Sam just has a disgusted look on his face, "Anyway.. I'll look up that girl, then Dean and I will go burn the body."

"We'll go find the team and the pompoms," I say with a firm nod.

"Hunters on three!" Shelby yells, throwing her hand out. Dean and I immediately put our hands on top of hers, as Sam reluctantly puts his hand on the very top. With a chuckle and an eye roll he counts us down and yells, "Hunters!"

We run out of the room, through a very confused crowd of students, and separate. Shelby and I go to the gym, and open up the storage closets to find the pompoms, but we can't find any. Neither of us mentions-or cares-that she's left her next class to fend for themselves.

Shelby heaves a loud groan in frustration.

"Uh.. Coach?" behind us stands Bottle Blonde, who looks really confused.

"Oh. Hi….um.."

"Mary Anne." Right. Of course she has a double name.

"Oh, hi Mary Anne. How can I help you?"

"I'm just...wondering what you're doing."

"Just… looking for the pompoms."

"They're…with the uniforms...in the locker room."

"Oh…Right. Thanks, Mary Anne."

We walk into the locker room and find the storage closet filled with four different types uniforms that say SSH in big letters, along with five sets of twenty different colored pompoms. There's also a very creepy dolphin mascot head laying in the corner, with several splotches of stains around the nose. I shudder from the creepiness of it's empty eyes staring at me.

Shelby pulls a bucket of salt, a lighter, and lighter fluid out of the bag on her shoulder and sets them on the ground. I pull the pompoms out and stack the uniforms on top, deciding to just burn everything. I glance towards the mascot head and quickly follow my gut impulse to put that in the burn pile too.

Shelby and I exchange a suspicious glance when we hear noises coming from outside the closet. We poke our heads out the door and find one girl strangling another girl. I recognize both from the cheer team.

"Holy crap!" I exclaim, running over to them, trying to pull them apart. It's Blondie-Mary Anne-attacking the girl that Molly pointed out to me as Madison. While holding them apart I notice black goo coming out of her ear. "What the hell!?"

Mary Anne punches me in the nose. I don't even have time to make an exclamation, I just grab my nose.

Shelby runs up and puts her in a full-nelson, then pours salt out of a flask into her mouth and all over her face. A blast of black expels itself from her body, and Mary Anne falls limp.

"Wow, I didn't know you could do a cool wrestling move like that!" I tell her, surprised, still holding my nose in pain. It isn't bleeding, thankfully.

"A...what?"

"A wrestling move!"

"That was a wrestling move?" Shelby asks, finally releasing the limp Mary Anne. Her thickly eyeliner-ed eyes slowly blink open.

"What the hell just happened?" Madison exclaims, a hand on her throat. I can see that it's slightly red underneath. She'll definitely have bruises.

"Hi, who are you?" Shelby asks plainly.

The girl scoffs. "I'm Madison Lane? I'm on your cheer team."

"Ohhhh, right." Shelby nods, looking to me for help. She obviously doesn't remember any of these girls.

"She was a base for the girl who died last year." I shrug, well informed because of the other cheer girls at lunch.

"What's a base?" We all ignore Shelby.

Madison looks at me, shaken. "How did you know that?"

"What was her name?"

"Gabby Pumpernickel...She was a know-it-all freshman who got onto Varsity her first year here."

I put on my Sam-Winchester-People-Person voice. "Are the rumors true… that what happened was on purpose?"

The girl tears up and I notice Shelby shift uncomfortably where she's standing. I motion her a phone signal and she nods. She goes to call Sam and Dean to tell them the girls name. Hopefully no one still visits her grave on a regular basis, since it's about to be desecrated.

"We-we never-we didn't mean for her-just-it was an accident, okay? We didn't mean for her to die! Just maybe break her arm...to take her out for that season. We all felt really bad about it." The girl in front of us sniffles and looks at us through teary eyes.

"Right, okay," I say, taking it all in and running a hand through my hair. "Well, either way that was rude. It's just rude to kill people, even on accident."

"Yeah, it's really rude. Practice is over. Tell everybody to go home." Shelby appears out of nowhere and blows her whistle in the locker room, hurting all of our ears. I resist the urge to slap her with her own whistle.

"Practice...never started? It's still seventh period." Mary Anne states with a confused look. Shelby rolls her eyes and blows the whistle again. The two girls scurry away as fast as possible to avoid permanent hearing damage.

"What did the boys say?" I ask her curiously.

"They're going to salt and burn the body. We need to take care of her uniform and pompoms and get something to eat that isn't a burger or pizza." She pulls out a fancy lighter and her flask of salt. I wonder briefly if the lighter is what she stole off Dean's bedside table. "Let's get-"

"-down to business!" I interrupt enthusiastically. She gives me an annoyed look.

"To it. I was going to say 'get to it,' Mulan."

Minutes later, we stare at the boxes full of pompoms and glance at the uniforms and mascot head on the floor.

"I'm guessing hers were reused and mixed in," I say slowly.

"Yep. So we have to burn them all." Shelby grins like a demon and sounds a little too happy about burning all of the cheerleading things around us. She dumps salt all over the pile after handing me her lighter, one she probably stole from Dean.

We're walking out of the smoky locker room when firefighters show up in full gear. I hadn't even noticed the fire alarm going off. A couple of straggling girls are wandering around like lost animals. Shelby grins and winks at me and thrusts a pack of cigarettes into my hands. I stare at them. She grabs my arm in a Mom Pinch and pulls me toward the men in uniform.

"I found her smoking in the locker room. When I asked her to put it out, she dropped it and caught all of the uniforms, pompoms, and mascot head on fire!" She pulls off the aggravated teacher pretty well, I notice.

I shrug and look at what must be the head fireman. "Oops."

As a group, we decide to return to the next day or two to watch out for any more suspicious ghostly activities. During these two days, Shelby successfully pummels the cheer team into the ground for the rest of season with her bad coaching decisions.

While Dean, Sam, and Shelby get to do teacher-like things, I have to sit in the front office for ISS because I burnt down the locker room with cigarettes.

The one advantage is that I get to hear the office ladies gossip about the students and parents, but the major disadvantage is that I can't take a nap or eat snacks or doodle in notebooks. I just sit there, being forced by the man to feel rehabilitated.

When no signs are shown of any possessions or attacks, Dean, Shelby, and Sam get to tell the principle that they quit.

I look up "Schools Out" by Alice Cooper on my phone and blast it while walking out of the highschool, feeling very badass.

"Are you doing what you wish you could've done at your real highschool?" Shelby asks with an eyebrow raised to the "rock on" sign I'm holding up in the air.

"Maybe!" I exclaim, trying to live my life to the fullest.

"You're lame," she states with her nose in the air. I make a face at her.

"Your mom!" I retort lamely.

And we all get into the Impala and ride off into the sunset back to the hotel.

Sam is back in the shower, obviously enjoying how much nicer hotel showers are compared to motel showers. Shelby is asleep, curled up, in our bed. Dean is laying on his bed, flipping channels. I'm sitting on the floor in between the two beds just watching the TV mindlessly.

"Why're you sitting on the floor?" he asks gruffly.

I immediately shush him and whisper yell at him, "Don't wake her up!"

"Jeez," he whispers back. "You can sit up here if you want to."

I silently take his offer and stand up to get on the bed. He sits up near the edge so that I'm slightly taller than he is. He gently reaches out and grabs my hips with first one hand, and then the other. None too gently, he pulls me closer. I reach down and pull his face towards mine. With a surge of resolve, I plant my lips on his.

He yanks me on top of him and rolls until I'm underneath, our lips never parting. My brain goes completely blank. I can't even remember my own name, or what year it is. All there is, is Dean. We make out for several heavenly minutes, him holding his weight on his elbows by my head. One hand fists into my hair.

"Oh God, I can hear you guys!" Shelby groans from our bed. Dean rolls off me with an annoyed smirk. "Stop it!"

I sit up and start making smacking noises. "I was just...just chewing gum! Go back to sleep!"

"I can't sleep with you two over there doing God only knows!" She pretends to vomit over the side of the bed.

After a few moments of silence, I assume she's gone back to sleep. I lean in for one last kiss and right as our lips touch, the light turns on and Sam walks in with a towel wrapped around his head.

Dean and I separate with an annoyed groan as Sam fake vomits into the ice bucket on the counter. "Oh shut up, Sammy!" Dean exclaims with an eye roll.

"Guys, will you shut up!" Shelby growls from the other bed. Sam, Dean, and I exchange fearful glances and stay quiet while we all get back to our normal spots to sleep.

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