I heard about what happened in the food shop class, a kid shoved another kid's hand into a blender, cutting off those fingers of his. The Winchesters knew that they were dealing with someone other than a demon now. I was with Sam, he was casing the lockers with an EMF reader, hoping to find anything here.

"How have you been?" Sam's deep husky voice pierced the air, making me cock my head to the left, as I was leaning against the lockers. "I mean, it's been awhile since we saw you last," he was genuinely asking, which was kind of new to me.

"A case here, a case there. You know how it is," I replied, flashing my eyebrows up at him. But that was far from the truth. If he or Dean found out what I am doing, or who I'm working for, then I was a dead woman. He nodded, knowing how it was, before he cast his gaze back down to the EMF and slowly walked up. The air was silent, and I could feel the tension between us.

"We are not going to talk about it?" I spoke, cutting through the tension and the deathly silence. Sam perked his head up to cast those eyes at me, innocent and oblivious to what I was talking about. "Was I really that bad of a kisser, that you forget?" I arched a brow up to him, holding a 'really' expression.

"No! No," he stumbled the words out, as if a light bulb switched on in that big head of his. "You were great, but. I. I - we, couldn't-"

"Save the excuses," I was harsh in my reply, casting my gaze away from him, and felt his eyes on me. I hear the switch of the EMF turn off, just as the double door leading into the hallway opens.

"How's the nonviolence assembly going?" Sam asks Dean, as I cast my head to see her wearing a red attire. Which I must say suited him very well.

"Apparently, shoving a kid's arm into a cuisinart is not a 'Healthy display of anger'," Dean responded to his brother. "So, the kid had ectoplasm leaking out his ear?" Dean asks, as he couldn't believe that it was Ghost possession.

"Which only comes from a seriously pissed-off spirit. It's got to be Ghost possession," Sam told Dean that facts and what it was.

"Yeah, but that's pretty rare," Dean states.

"And I'm a rare beauty, sometimes it happens," I remarked, making the boys stop a few inches to the left, but I pushed off from the lockers and took a few steps closer to them. "If they get angry enough, they can possess a person," I explained to Dean.

"All right, so, what we got a Ghost in the building?"

"Yeah, but where? I mean, there's no EMF," Sam answered Dean's question with his own question as we all walked together further up. "Maybe we could find out who it is, at least. You know, check and see if somebody died bloody around here or something," Sam suggested a plan, but I see Dean waggle his finger out to Sam.

"Way ahead of you," he was rapid with his reply, barely letting Sam finish his own sentence. "I had to break into the principal's office to get this" Dean plunged his hand into his left jacket pocket, and brought out a folded piece of paper, and unfolded it. "Oh, and FYI, three of the cheerleaders are legal, guess which ones," Sam's facial expression clearly didn't want to know.

"No," he responded, bringing his eyes back to meet his brother's gaze.

"The one with the brunette hair, always in a ponytail?" I asked, as the pair of brothers' eyes landed on me. Sam wasn't impressed but Dean was clearly impressed. I quickly folded my arms over my chest, finding their states defying. "No, Dean, we don't want to know," I tried to save myself, but it wouldn't work. Dean cleared his throat as he unfolded the rest of the paper.

"So, there was only one death on campus. It was a suicide back in 'ninty-eight. Some kid named Barry Cook," Dean read from the piece of paper, but Sam grabbed the piece of paper from his brother rather quickly.

"What?" Dean asks, finding his brother's expression weird.

"I knew him," Sam responded after a sigh. "How did he die?" Sam asks with a low voice, finding this news upsetting.

"He slit his wrists in the first-floor girls' bathroom,"

"That's where-"

"Right where the chick got swirledyed to death. Exactly," Dean had cut me off before I could finish my sentence. "So, what this ghost is possessing nerds?"

"And using them to go after bullies, yeah," Sam answered his brother's question with ease.

"Does that sound like Barry's M.O.?" I asked Sam, cocking my eyes to him, but they were glued to the piece of paper he was holding in his hands.

"Barry had a hard time," Sam raised his gaze, his eyes connecting with Dean.

"Well boys," I unfolded my arms and clasped my hands together. "This seems like an easy case. So, I will let you take it, as it's personal to you both," I began to take off the white lab coat. "Nice to see you both. It's always a pleasure," my eyes wandered their strong figures, taking it all in, biting my bottom lip. I throw the lab coat over to Dean, and he catches it, and folds it in his hands. I met my eyes with Dean, before giving him a cheeky wink. I wanted to mess with Sam, mess with their heads. I turned on the spot, and began to walk down the hallway, my hips swaying and their lustful gazes on me.

I knew better that it wasn't this Barry kid. I had a gut feeling, and summoning the Ghost to the salt circle was an eye opener. He had this energy about him, a malicious one, and Barry didn't seem the type. Barry committed suicide, and I would have thought he would have used the possession to slit the wrists of his victims.

Surprisingly Dean had texted saying that they had burnt the bones, but still I didn't believe it was Barry. So, I stayed put near the High School, sleeping in a car. I just wanted to watch one of those men die. They were getting on my nerves, and frankly I wanted to sleep with them both. At the same time, separately. My mind wanders the possibilities, and the endless combinations.

I walked the corridor of the school the next day, finding them empty due to classes being in session. I turned around the corner to see Sam talking to a girl from behind - who had spoken to him. But I pressed myself to the wall, peering around the corner and listening.

"Can you tell me how to find room Three-Zero-Five?" She asks sweetly, but there was that energy, she was possessed. I smiled briefly at the thought, this was it.

"Sure... Um, head down the hall, take your first right, and it's the third door on the left," Sam explained, using his giant hand to point down the hall. The girl had turned her head over her shoulder in the direction Sam was gesturing to. Before she turned back around and he had pocketed his hands, and smiled thinly at her.

"Thanks, Sam," she said almost monotonically. Sam's expression changed to confusion. Before Sam could comprehend what was happening, she had dropped her books, and raised a sharp instrument, and struck Sam in the chest, impaling him. But she redraws the sharp object from his chest in one swift motion, making Sam groan in pain. "You got tall, Winchester," she spoke, before kicking Sam right in the nuts, and then kicked him in the face so hard that he was slung to the row of lockers and hit the floor. It was fun to watch, the girl stalked forward ready to finish the job. But something in the back of my mind told me to stop this. But by the time I had thought about it Sam had already placed salt in his hand and covered the girls mouth. She struggled, but suddenly, the ghost was ripped out of his vessel, and was sent back to wherever he had a physical connection.

I stopped peering and pushed myself off the wall. I quickly rushed around the corner, making eye contact with Sam and the girl in his arms.

"What happened?! I heard the commotion," I lied, and rushed in front of him. My eyes buzzing all over the place, pretending to look at the girl with concern, and seeing Sam bleeding from the small stab wound. "You're bleeding," I said, reaching out and touching his shirt, my fingers stained with the blood, but I pulled free a piece of white cloth from my leather jacket, as I was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. I pressed the cloth to the wound, it began to soak up the blood.

"I'm fine," he replies, finding the strength to go on, after what just happened. The girl was stirring awake, and I grabbed hold of her, and lifted her to her feet.

"Honey, you better watch where you're going, you tripped," I spoke sweetly, which killed me inside slightly. But she became fully aware. "Go to your class," I hurried along, she was mega confused, but she went. I went over to Sam, and grabbed his left arm and slung it around my neck, and I got him to his feet without any strain, and with ease. "Let's get you to Dean," we began to walk, but he was pushing his weight onto me, and was walking a bit slow. I kept my mouth shut from making any snide or rude comments to him at this moment in time, but I caught him staring at me, knowing that I wanted to say something. But he remained quiet as we hobbled out of the school, and to the Impala.

This wasn't over, and I liked it...

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