Present Day

That night, the boys and I were standing at Barry's grave after we had dug up his coffin. Sam puts in the salt, I poured out the fuel and Dean throws in the lighted match. "So long, Barry Cook." Dean said and I frown as Barry's corpse was engulfed in flames and I couldn't help but feel awful for him.

Later, we were in the Impala, Dean driving, Sam in the backseat and I was in the passenger seat, and I leaned against the window, looking out at the dark woods. "You two all right?" Dean asked us but I don't respond, still feeling like utter crap.

"Barry was mine and (y/n)'s friend. We just burned his bones." Sam said, gloomy. "Well, he's at peace now, guys." Dean assured us and I felt his hand pat my leg, comforting. "If Dad and John had let us stay just a little while longer, maybe we could have helped the kid, you know?" I said, sadly.

"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 yours or Sam's fault. To tell you the truth, I'm glad we got out of that town. I hated that school." Dean said. "It wasn't all bad." Sam said. "Yeah, probably one of the best schools I've been to." I said as I look over at Dean.

"How can you say that after what happened to you two?" Dean asked us and I start to remember that day.

​​Flashback

Sam, Dean and I were sitting on the small bleachers by the school. Dean had found out about our fight with Dirk and he was not happy as he paced across from us. "That kid's dead." Dean growls. "Dean." I said, in a soft exasperated voice, but he ignores me.

"I'm gonna rip his lungs out!" Dean yells. "It's not a big deal." Sam said. "Not a big deal? Sammy, look at yourself. If Dad was here --" Dean said, angrily. "He's not." Sam said. "Well, I am! And as soon I'm finished with that dick --" Dean growls, angrily, and I let out an annoyed sigh.

"Shut up, okay?! We don't need your help." Sam said as he gestures between me and him and Dean stops his pacing and stands in front of him. "That's right, you don't. You two could have torn him apart. So why didn't you?" Dean asked us. "Because I don't want to be the freak for once, Dean. I want to be normal." Sam said. "Me too." I said.

"So taking a beating -- that's normal?" Dean asked, annoyed. "It's better than being seen as the weirdo." I muttered and Dean gives me an unimpressed look. But before he could say anything, Sam changes the subject.

"Any word from Dad? Or Mr (l/n)?" Sam asked. "Dad called this morning, said he's going to be another week at least. We weren’t supposed to be here this long." Dean said, sounding a bit annoyed and impatient, and I look down. "At least you've got Amanda. She’s cool." Sam said and I felt the sick feeling again once hearing her name. "Dude, she wants me to meet her parents. I don't do parents." Dean said and that feeling started to leave. Dean sounded annoyed by this and for some reason this made me feel a bit better.

Later, class was dismissed and Sam and I start to leave with the rest of the class until Mr Wyatt calls out to us. "Mr. Winchester, Miss (l/n) can I talk to you two?" he asked and Sam and I share a look then goes over to Mr Wyatt's desk, Barry walks up behind us.

"Um...I'll wait for you outside." Barry said and he walks out of the classroom. "Look, if this is about the fight, we didn't start it." Sam said to Mr Wyatt. "Oh, no, it's not about the fight, kids. You know this assignment was nonfiction, right?" He asked us. "Yes, Mr. Wyatt." Sam and I said after we share a look.

"So you and your family killed a werewolf last summer? And, (y/n), you and your dad killed a vampire couple of years ago? Why would you two write something like this?" Mr Wyatt asked us and I shrug. "It doesn't matter." I said and Sam nods. "Yeah...as soon as my Dad and her Dad get back, we're leaving, so you can flunk me if you want to." Sam said and I nod. "Yeah, me too." I said and Mr Wyatt shakes his head.

"I'm not flunking you two. I'm giving both of you an "A." Now, aside from the werewolf, is that really how you'd describe your family, Sam?" Mr Wyatt asked Sam. "Yeah." Sam said. "Well, your brother is quite a character. And your father -- he seems, uh, driven. Anyway, it's good, Sam. It’s really good." Mr Wyatt said then he turns to me. "And, (y/n), this is also good. Your father...the way you write him, it's almost like he's Superman." He said then he looks between us.

"Have you two ever thought about pursuing writing?" he asked us. "I can't. I have to go into the family business." Sam said and I shrug again. "I don't think writings for me." I said while Mr Wyatt gives Sam a curious look. "Family business?" Mr Wyatt asked us. "Yeah, my, aah -- my dad's a mechanic. So I have to be a mechanic, too." Sam said. 

"Do you want to go in the family business, Sam?" Mr Wyatt asked Sam, who seemed surprised by this question. "No one's ever asked me that before." He said. "Well?" Mr Wyatt asked. "More than anything, no." Sam said and I place a hand on his shoulder.

"Well...I don't want to overstep my bounds here, but...you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Look, I mean, I know what it's like. I come from a family of surgeons, and that wasn't me. So, you know, I traded in the money and prestige of being a doctor for all the glamour you see around you." Mr Wyatt said and Sam and I chuckle before he continues. "But the point is...there may be three or four big choices that shape someone's whole life, and you need to be the one that makes them, not anyone else. You two seem like a great kids. Just live the life you two want to live." 

Present Day

"We came back here so you could talk to a teacher?" Dean asked Sam as we pull up to the school. "He's a good guy." Sam said. "I second that." I said and Dean rolls his eyes. "Well, whatever. Go have your Robin Williams O captain! My captain! moment. Just make it quick." Dean said and Sam walks out of the Impala.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam is walking down a deserted hallway, running his hand through his hair as he walks while deep in thought. "Excuse me, sir, can you tell me find room 305?" A young woman asked Sam as she approaches him. Sam stops and shakes his head and responds to her. "Sure. Um...head down the hall, take your first right, and it’s the third door on the left." He said and the girl smiles. "Thanks, Sam." She said, smiling.

Then she takes out a knife and stabs him in the stomach. "You got tall, Winchester." She growls and she kicks him in the face. He falls to the ground then opens a small jar he grabs from his jacket pocket as the girl approaches him. Then he grabs her and forces the salt in her mouth.

The ghost looks like it is ripped from her body and flies out the door. She collapses, and Sam sits in the hall holding her, looking around.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Trust me. This will help." Dean said to Sam as he hands him a beer after I helped fix Sam's wound. We were sitting on the Impala and Sam had just told us what happened to him when he entered the school. "That ghost is dead. I'm gonna rip its lungs out! Well, you know what I mean." Dean growls. "It knew my name, Dean. My real name. We burned Barry’s bones. What the hell?" Sam said, confused, while I go and review the file we got.

"Well, maybe it wasn't Barry. Maybe we missed something. We just got to go back." Dean said and I noticed something in the file. "No way. How did we not see this before?" I said, shocked. "What?" Both of the boys asked then I hold up a picture. "Check it out -- Look, Martha Dumptruck, Revenge of the Nerds, and Hello Kitty -- they rode the same bus." I said. "Okay, so maybe the bus is haunted." Sam said, shrugging.

"Well, that 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." Dean said and I nod. "Exactly." I said. "Unless this one can. Guys, 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 said.

"So a spook just grabs a kid on the bus and walks right into Truman?" Dean asked. "It's possible." Sam said. "Ghosts getting creative -- well, that's super." Dean said with sarcasm.

Later, Sam is in the back of the bus with an EMF meter. Dean and I were up front, searching for some clue of the ghost. "Definitely ain't clean." Sam said. "Here, ghosty, ghosty, ghosty! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Dean said and I look over at Dean. "It's not a dog, Dean." I said.

"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 said. "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 said as I go to the front of the bus and look through the papers.

"Got a new driving permit. Issued two weeks ago." I said as I held up the papers. "Just before the first attack." Sam mutters. "Yeah. Name of the bus driver is..." I stopped as I read the name, recognizing it. "...Dirk McGregor Sr., 39 North Central Avenue." I said as I look over Sam and we share a look of realization.

"What? Guys, what's wrong?" Dean asked us and Sam and I turn to him. "We knew his son." I said. "Did you two know everybody at this school?" Dean asked us, exasperated. "Well, unlike you, Dean where you were trying to get laid, Sam and I were trying to have a somewhat normal life." I said.

​Flashback

School was letting out and Sam, Barry and I were walking out of it as we talked until Barry was pushed down by Dirk. "Got to watch where you're going, man." Dirk sneered at Barry as I help him up. "Leave him alone, Dirk." Sam said to Dirk.

"You never learn, do you, midget?" Dirk asked Sam as he turns to him. "Get to the bus, Barry." I tell him and Barry runs off while Dirk pushes Sam. "Hey!" I shout and I run towards Dirk but he pushes me back as well.

"What's the matter? You two scared? Don't worry. I'll go easy on you two this time. Come on, Losers. Let’s see what you got." Dirk taunts us as Sam and I slowly get up while a crowd of kids start to gather around and watch us. "Come on, freaks! Freaks!" Dirk shouts at us and Sam and I stand up and, deciding we had enough, began to fight back.

Dirk was caught off guard by us fighting back and he tried to take a few swings at us but we ducked then we'd punch him, hard. Eventually, Sam knocks him down. "You're not tough. You're just a jerk. Dirk the jerk." Sam said and the kids began to chant Dirk the jerk and Dirk looks around at everyone, embarrassed and scared, before he runs off.

Present Day

"So, you were friends with Dirk?" Mr McGregor asked us as we walk in his living room. "Yes, sir, in high school." Sam said. "I don't recall Dirk having many friends at Truman. Here, sit. Sit down." Mr McGregor said and we sit on the couch across from him.

"When did, uh -- when did Dirk pass?" I asked him. "He was 18." Mr McGregor replied. "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." Mr McGregor said.

"What kind of troubles?" Dean 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." Mr McGregor said and I furrow my brow. "They picked on him?" I asked. "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…" Mr McGregor said before he stops.

"His mother?" Sam asked. "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." He said.

"We didn't know about his mother." I said, starting to feel bad for Dirk. "He -- he wouldn't talk about her, not even to me. Lot of anger in that boy." Mr McGregor explained and I frown. "I'm sorry." I said and Sam nods. "Yeah  me too." He said.

"Well, we'd really like to pay our respects, Mr. McGregor. Um, you mind telling us where Dirk is buried? Dean asked him. "Oh, he wasn't. I had him cremated." Mr McGregor said. "All of him?" Dean asked his brow furrowed. "Well, I kept a lock of his hair." Mr McGregor said. "Oh, that's -- that's nice. Where do you keep that?" Dean asked. "On my bus, in my Bible." Mr McGregor said and the boys and I share a quick look.

That night, the boys and I stay off to the side waiting for the  Mr McGregor's bus come down the road after taking a sports team to a game. We had laid down spikes on the road and, eventually, it drives over them and the bus serves to the side. The bus door opens and the driver steps out of it. 

Sam and I walk up and cock our shotguns. "Dirk!" Sam yells and the driver turns to us, smiling. The driver was possessed by Dirk. "Winchester and (l/n). What are you two gonna do, shoot me?" Dirk asked then Dean sneaks up behind him and wraps a rope around his middle.

"Don't need to. That rope is soaked in salt water, Dirk. You're not going anywhere." I said and Dean heads into the bus. "All right, everybody stay where you are. You'll be okay." Dean said to the passengers.

"Aren't you the P.E. Teacher?" I hear a kid asked and I smirk. "Not really. I'm like 21 Jump Street. The bus driver sells pot." Dean said and he goes to look for the lock of hair on the bus. "It's not here!" Dean shouts and Sam and I turn to Dirk.

"Where is it?" Sam asked Dirk. "No way you'll ever find it." Dirk said, smiling, then I push my shotgun to his chest. "Where is it?!" I demanded. "Sam Winchester and (y/n) (l/n). Still a couple of bullies. You, you jocks...you popular kids...you stuck up bitches...you always thought you were better than everybody else. And to you two, I was just Dirk the jerk, right? Now you evil sons of bitches are gonna get what's coming to you." Dirk growls.

"(Y/n) and I are not evil, Dirk. We're not. And neither were you. Trust me. (Y/n) and I have 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." Sam said. "We're just sorry you didn't get a chance to see that...you or Barry." I said and Dirk continues to glare at us. "Nothing is gonna get better for me. Not ever." He growls then he breaks out of the rope.

I fire salt at him, and his spirit flies back to the bus while the man he possessed falls backwards. Sam and I look around until Sam was attacked from behind by a student, who is now possessed by Dirk. "SAM!" I shout as Dirk knocks him down I go and aim my shotgun but Dirk knocks the gun out of my hands and starts to beat me up. 

Dean runs out of the bus and fires a salt shot at him but misses. "Dean! Find the hair!" I shout as Sam gets up and helps me fight Dirk and I see Dean run over to the driver before Dirk goes to throw a punch at me but I duck and then Sam punches him behind his head and Dirk turns to him.

"Hey, buddy, this isn't what it looks like." Dean said then a few seconds later Dirk screams and flies out of the student and the student falls onto Sam. "Little help?" Sam calls out, strained, and I go over to him and help. "He's giving you the full cowgirl." Dean jokes and I shake my head at this. "Dean, please help." I said and Dean comes over and helps me.

Flashback

The hallway was full of students as Sam and I walk down the hall. As we pass, the kids say things like good job, guys, Sam and (y/n), great job with Dirk the jerk and give us high-fives. Sam and I smile at each other and I, honestly, felt good and confident for the first time in my life.

But then Dean comes up and he looked relieved. "Hey, Dad and Mr (l/n) are back." He said and Sam and I frown a bit but nod.

Later, we were waiting outside as the Impala and my dad's motorcycle pulls up. "I can't wait to get the hell out of here. This place sucks." Dean said as he gets into the Impala but Sam and I turn around and see Barry sitting by the window, looking out at us. Sam and I wave at him and he waves back at us.

"Come on, Sam." Dean yells and I turn to Sam. "See you, later." I said. "See ya." Sam said and we hug each other and I look over at Dean. "See ya, Dean!" I said, happily, and I run over to Dad's motorcycle while Sam got into the Impala.

"Hey, kiddo." Dad greets me as I get on the back of the bike and grab the helmet. "Hey, Dad. Guess the hunting job went well?" I asked and Dad nods. "Yes. How was school?" Dad asked and I looked back at the school and a small smile forms on my lips. "Actually, it wasn't that bad." I said, smiling fondly.

Present Day

Dean and I were standing by the Impala as we waited for Sam to talk to Mr Wyatt. I was leaning against the car as I look over the school building, thinking about our time we spent here all those years ago.

"Whatcha thinking?" Dean asked and I turn my head to him. "Just...reminiscing." I said and he stares at me. "Why do you and Sam like this place so much? This place sucked." Dean grumbles. "Oh, just cause you didn't get laid with...what was her name...Amanda? Doesn't mean this place was bad." I said. "Besides, Sam and I made some good memories here, even if we spent a short amount of time here before we moved on."

Dean huffs at this and I shake my head. "Well...you wanna know something?" I asked him and he turns back to me. "What's that?" He asked me. "I was jealous of Amanda." I replied. "What? Why?" Dean asked and I scoffed. "Cause she had your attention." I said.

“How come you didn’t tell me?” Dean asked, furrowing his brow, and I shake my head, amused. “Because I thought you only saw me as a sister since I’m the same age as Sam. And I just thought it was a stupid little girl crush. I kept thinking you'd never see me in that way." I explained and I let out a humorless laugh. "I do now." He said and we share a smile.

"So...back then did you have like...a diary and write my name with hearts written over it?" Dean asked, teasingly, and I scoff. "Oh, c'mon, nothing like Dear Diary, I'm gonna see Dean again. I'm so excited I might pee myself?" He asked me and I let out a small laugh then punch his arm, playfully. "Would it help you sleep at night if I admit it?" I asked. "Maybe...yeah." he said and I smirk. "Then no, I didn't." I said. "Oh, c'mon!" He said and I stick my tongue out at him.

"You can be such a weirdo sometimes." Dean said. "And you can be a jackass sometimes." I said and I take his hand in mine. "But I love you anyway." I said and he smiles. "I love you too." He said and we share a kiss.