"Henrik-"

"Stop! Just...stop." Schneep snarled angrily, interrupting Doctor Iplier before running out of the hospital after Marvin.

"Marvin!" Schneep called out pleadingly, scanning the empty streets for signs of the male.

"Henrik, what the hell is going on?!"

Schneep turned to see Sam and Dean jogging towards him, each Winchester armed with an angel blade.

"Not zhat I am not glad to see you two, but vhy are you here?" Schneep questioned warily, Sam and Dean exchanging a look.

"Marvin called earlier, he said he saw a ghost at your house." Dean answered quietly, Sam biting his lip as he looked around them to make sure no one was listening.

"Vhat? He...he didn't tell me zhis." Schneep murmured thoughtfully, his eyes scanning his surroundings as if hoping to see Marvin appear out of nowhere.

"Look, we need to go to your place and get this cleared up. Where's Marvin?" Sam asked, Schneep's gaze dropping to his shoes.

"Doc?" Dean prompted gruffly, the German letting out a long sigh as he looked back up at the Winchesters.

"Mein coworker Doctor Iplier, he...vell, he kissed me against my vill and Marvin happened to see it. Before I could stop Marvin, he ran out of zhe hospital." Schneep explained, his hands shoved into the pockets of his lab coat.

"Try calling him on the way to your place." Dean directed, Schneep nodding as he dialed Marvin's number while walking towards his car.

"C'mon, pick up zhe phone god damnit." Schneep hissed impatiently under his breath, listening to the phone ring over and over again.

"Hey this is Marvin, feel free to leave a message-"

"Son of a bitch!" Schneep cursed as he shoved his phone back into his pocket, Dean pausing outside of the Impala.

"Guessing he didn't answer?" Dean called out to Schneep, the German ignoring him as he climbed into his car and sped off towards home with the Winchesters following.

"Marvin? Are you here?!" Schneep shouted as he scrambled out of his car and bolted inside as the Winchesters pulled up.

"Doc wait!" Dean barked, Schneep already inside searching through each of the rooms for Marvin.

Sam ran in first to see the ghost of a man dressed in old fashioned clothes standing in the living room with a small smile on his face, Dean readying some salt and iron as Schneep emerged from the bedroom.

"Vhat zhe-is...is zhat a ghost?" Schneep spoke up hesitantly, the dapper ghost turning to look at the German with his hands held up in a sign of peace.

"Who are you?" Sam asked warily as Dean lowered his weapons, Schneep's eyes widening in understanding.

"You are JJ, aren't you?" Schneep breathed in disbelief, the ghost's expression brightening as he nodded eagerly.

"JJ? As in Jameson Jackson, the first person Anti possessed?" Sam interjected, JJ nodding again.

"I did some research on Jameson, he was a movie actor until Anti possessed him and made Jameson cut his own vocal chords out." Sam continued, the mute ghost visibly shaking slightly as he touched a hand to his throat.

"But Anti's dead, why is Jameson still here?" Dean cut in, Jameson looking around him while tapping his chin with a thoughtful expression.

"Can ghosts hold physical objects?" Schneep questioned Sam quietly, the Winchester shrugging before the German retreated into his room.

Schneep returned after a moment with a pocket notebook and a pen, the German offering them to Jameson.

The mute ghost slowly wrapped a hand around the pen and notebook, making sure to avoid touching Schneep before he started writing.

I'm still here because I was never given justice. My death was ruled as suicide and it devastated my fans, I want the world to know that I was murdered and would never abandon my fans.

"I'm sure we can get that done for you. In the meantime, you wanna help us find Marvin?" Dean countered, Jameson nodding eagerly.

"Zhe more zhe merrier." Schneep murmured absent mindlessly, glancing out the window as if hoping to see Marvin outside.

"Jameson, did you see Marvin come back here?" Sam interjected, Jameson pausing before writing more into the notebook.

He came back looking rather upset. He kept going on about how he wished he had his magic back so Henrik never cheated on him. A man that looked sort of like Henrik wearing a hat appeared and took Marvin.

"Zhat bastard has Marvin." Schneep growled angrily, pacing around the room while the Winchesters exchanged a look.

"Doc, we just need to find Chase-"

"Vhere zhe hell are ve going to find Chase zhen?!" Schneep interrupted impatiently, Dean breathing out a long sigh.

"I don't know. But we'll get this figured out before Chase does anything." Dean promised, Schneep wordlessly storming off into his room.

Schneep laid down on the bed and rolled over so he was facing Marvin's side of the bed, the German hugging the former magician's pillow as he closed his eyes.

"I vill find you Zauber, zhen I vill did everything." Schneep whispered to himself, breathing in the lingering scent of Marvin as he drifted off to sleep.