Sam and I were walking across a city square toward Dean who was sitting on a bench and talking on his phone. He hangs up then in one motion picks up and throws an unopened can of soda to Sam then to me before he stands up, shoving the last of the food he is eating into his mouth.

"So?" he asked us, still chewing on his food. "So, the professor doesn't know crap." Sam informed and Dean hums. "Shocking." He said. "Pack your panties, you two, we're hitting the road." Dean said.
"What?" asked Sam, confused.

"What's up?" I asked. "That was Bobby. Some banker guy blew his head off in Ohio and he thinks there's a spirit involved." Dean replied. "So you two were talking a case?" Sam asked him. "No, we were actually talking about our feelings. And then our favourite boy bands." Dean said, sarcastically, which made me snort a bit.

"Yeah, we were talking a case!" Dean yells, annoyed. "So a spirit, what?" I asked him. "Yeah, the banker was talking about some sort of electrical problems at his pad for like a week. Phone was going haywire, computer was flipping on and off." Dean replied.

"Huh..." Sam said, unimpressed. "This is not ringing your bell?" Dean asked him. "Well, sure, yeah. But, Dean, we're already on a case." Sam said. "Whose?" Dean asked. "Yours." Sam and I said. "Right. Yeah. Well, you coulda fooled me." Dean grumbles.

"What the hell else have we been doing lately other than trying to break your deal?" Sam asked him, angry and annoyed. "Chasing our tails, that's what. Sam, we've talked to every professor, witch, soothsayer and two bit carny act in the lower 48. Nobody knows squat! And we can't find Bela, we can't find the Colt. So until we actually find something, I'd like to do my job." Dean exclaims.

"Well there's one thing we haven't tried yet..." Sam said and Dean shakes his head once we realized what he was hinting at. "Sam, no." Dean said. "We should summon Ruby." said Sam. "I'm not gunna have this fight with you." Dean grumbles. "She said she knows how to save you." Sam said, hopeful. "Well, she can't." Dean said.

"Oh really, you know that for sure?" Sam asked. "I do. And so does (y/n)." Dean said. "How?" Sam asked, suspicious. "Because she told us!" I said and Sam looks at me.

"What?" he said, shocked. "She told us. Flat out. She can't save me, nobody can." Dean said. "And you guys just somehow neglected to mention this to me?" Sam said, hurt. "Well, I really don't care what that bitch thinks and neither should you, so..." Dean said to him.

"So what, now you guys are keeping secrets from me?" Sam asked and I turned to him. "You really wanna talk about who's keeping secrets from who?" I sneered at him. I was still hurt that he didn't tell me that this Lilith was not only after him but me as well. We stare at each other in silence for a long moment. Sam turns away and starts to walk off. 

"Now where you going?" Dean asked him. "Guess I'm going to Ohio." Sam exclaimed and the three of us began to walk

"I found him there." Mrs Waters tells us as the boys and I, the three of us dressed in suits, follow her into the study area. "Why don't you tell us everything you saw, Mrs Waters." Dean says to her. "You mean beside my dead husband?" She asked, slightly offended. "Just everything else you saw. Please." Sam said and she sighs.

"Blood. Everywhere. The phone was ripped from the wall, his favourite scotch on the desk, what else could you possibly want to know?" she said, upset. "Why was the phone ripped from the wall?" I asked her. "I don't know." She said.

"You mind if I take a look?" I asked her. She waves her hand, vaguely, and I go over to the phone. "I already went over this with the other Detectives." said Mrs Waters. "We'll be out of your hair in no time, ma'am." Dean assures her as I push some of the buttons on the phone. Until I got to an odd number with the time of when it called.

"Ma'am, what time did your husband die?" I asked her. "Sometime after 11." She replied and I wait until Dean and Sam look at me, and I tap the phone display. "What about strange phone calls? Receive any of those lately, weird interference, static, anything like that?" Sam asked her. 

"No." she said, defensively, and the boys raise their eyebrows at her. "No!" She shouts again. "Mrs Waters, withholding information from the police is a capital offence." Dean said, firmly, but then Sam noisily clears his throat. Dean glances at him and receives a glare from Sam. In some parts of the world I'm sure." He mutters and Mrs Waters sighs again.

"A couple of weeks ago, uh...there was this..." she stops and looks between us. "This what?" Dean asked her. "I woke up one morning, I heard Ben in his study. I thought he was talking to a woman." She replied.

"What made you think that?" I asked her.  Because he kept calling her Linda. The thing is, I picked up the other line and nobody was there, Ben was talking to nobody." She said. "There was nothing?" Sam asked. "Just static." She said, plainly.

"Did you ever speak to Ben about this phone call?" Sam asked. "No. I should have but...no." she said. "Did he ever say who Linda was?" I asked but then she shouts, upset. "What difference does it make, there was nobody on the other end!"

"Linda's a babe. Or, was." Dean said as he looks through the laptop while Sam and I were sitting on the bed. "Hey!" I said. "Sorry, sweetheart, but I call 'em as I see them." He said, smirking. "Uh-huh, I'll keep that in mind." I said.

"Anyway, did you find her?" Sam asked, changing the subject, as we stand up and walk over to Dean. "Yeah, Linda Bateman. She and Ben Waters were high school sweethearts." He said.

"So what happened?" I asked. "Drunk driver hit them head on. Ben walked away." replied Dean. "So, what then? Dead flame calls to chat?" Sam asked. "You would think, but Linda was cremated. So why's she still floating around?" Dean asked. "You got me." I said as Sam shrugs.

"What about that, uh, caller I.D?" Dean asked. "Turns out, it's a phone number." Sam said and I look at him. "No phone number I've ever seen." I said. "Yeah, 'cause it's about a century old, back from when phones had cranks." Sam replied.

"So why use that number to reach out and touch someone?" Dean asked. "Got me there too, but we should put a trace on it." Sam said. "Well how the hell are we going to put a trace on something that's over 100 years old?" I asked him.

"We don't get many folks from HQ down here." The guy said as we follow him down the stairs and along the hallway. "Yes, well the main office mentioned that there would be a lunch." Dean said and I elbow him in his side.

"Well I'm sure we can arrange something. The man you wanna be speaking to is right this..." the man said as Sam swipes at a fly that has flown into his hair. "I know, sorry. We've got something of a hygiene issue down here if you ask me." The man said and we enter a basement office.

"Stewie? What did I tell you about keeping this place clean." the man said as Stewie sits at a large console with multiple screens and keyboards, various packets and junk food are strewn about. Stewie jumps at their entrance and desperately tries to close down the multiple screens in front of him showing advertisements for porn sites.

"Spam mail...spam mail..." Stewie said as he clicks quickly. "Stewie Myers. Mr Campbell. Mr Raimi. Ms. Maguire." The man introduced us as Stewie continues clicking. "I don't know how all this got here..." he said as the man reaches out and flicks the back of Stewie's head, making him jump again and grunt.

"From headquarters?" He said and Stewie spins around in his chair, then quickly crosses his legs and places his hands together on his lap. "Give these gentlemen whatever they need." He tells Stewie. "Yeah." Stewie said. "Thank you." The boys and I said and the Man leaves.

"So...can I help you?" Stewie asked and Dean checks to make sure the Man is gone, then gestures toward the screen. "Is that, ahhh, BustyAsianBeauties.com?" Dean asked, smirking, and I roll my eyes. "No." Stewie said, quickly, when a female voice from the computer said. "Oh, me so horny."

Then Stewie quickly clicks that ad away. "Maybe." Stewie said. "A word to the wise? Platinum membership? Worth every penny. Ha?" Dean said as he nods, knowingly. I sigh with exasperation and shake my head.

"Right, anyway. We're here to trace a number?" Sam said as he hands Stewie a piece of paper. "Where did you get this?" Stewie asked. "Off caller I.D." I replied. "Oh no, that's impossible." Stewie said. "It hasn't been used in a few years, we know." said Dean. "A few years? It's prehistoric. Trust me, nobody is using this number anymore." Stewie exclaims.

"Sure. Could you run it anyway?" Sam asked him, nicely. "Sure. Why don't I just rearrange my whole life first." Stewie said, snarkily. The boys and I glance at each other and Dean smiles before he leans in closer to Stewie. "Listen, uh, Stewie. You got like six kinds of employee code violations down here, not to mention the sickening porn that is clogging up your hard drive. Now when my partner says run the number, I suggest you run the number!" Dean threatens.

He looks between us then turns back to his console. Dean grins and Sam shrugs and I smile back. "Okay, whatever, jeez!" Stewie said and he clicks a few more buttons. One of his screens fills with a long list of numbers. "Holy crap." He said, shocked. "What?" I asked. "I can't tell you where the number comes from, but I can tell you where it's been going." Stewie said.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked as Stewie pushes print, goes to the printer and hands some paper to Sam. "Ten different number in the past few weeks, all got calls from the same number." Stewie said and he looks between us as we stare at each other, then Stewie sighs and walks between us and back to his console. He sits and stares at it for a moment, then looks back.

"So, are we done here? Cause I was...sort of...busy?" he said and I smirked. "Right..." I said and we began to leave.

Sam and I get out of a rental car then he makes his way to one house and I  make my way up a footpath. I knock on the door and it is opened by a middle-aged man. His son comes to stand beside him, around 6-7 yrs old. "Yeah?" the man asked. "Hello sir, I am with the phone company?" I said. "We didn't call the phone company." The man said.

"Oh no sir, we're calling you. We've had a lot of complaints from the neighbourhood lately." I said. "Complaints?" the man asked. "Yes sir. Dropped calls, static, maybe even strange voices on the other end of the line?" I asked just as I noticed a teenage girl stepping into the hallway, looking startled.

"No, we haven't had any of that here." the man said. "Nothing?" I asked. "No." he said. "Okay. Great, just thought we'd check. Thanks." I said, smiling. "No problem." the man said then he turns to his son. "Come on, Simon." He said as they turn to close the door I see the girl staring at me, looking scared, but she turns away as the door closes.

I return to the car just as Sam comes back. "You got anything?" He asked me. "No. You?" I said. "Nothing." Sam said. "No way you guys work for the phone company." a voice said and I turn around to see it was that teenage girl.

"Sure we do." I said. "Since when do the phone people drive a rental or wear a cheap suit?" She asked me and I huff a laugh. "Yeah, well. Maybe we're both keeping secrets." I said as I fold my arms across my chest.

"Why did you ask my Dad if he's hearing strange voices on the phone?" she asked me. "Why, did you hear something?" Sam asked as he goes to stand next to me. "No." She said. "My mistake, I thought maybe you did." Sam said. "Well I didn't, okay?" She said, defensively. "Okay. Sorry to bother you." I said and we turn away and head to the car.

Sam looks down at his keys then said. "Because you know...if you did...then I would have told you that we've been right where you're standing right now. Hearing things, even seeing things that can't be explained. Maybe we would have been able to help out a little bit. Anyway..." Sam said and we start to load up in the car.

"Hey wait." The girl said, stopping us, and we turn to her. "Maybe...maybe I've been talking on the phone...with my Mom." She replied. "Well that's not so strange." I said. "She's dead. Like three years now." She replied and I furrow my brow at this.

"How often does she call you?" I asked her. "A few times. It started a week ago. I thought I was like, crazy or something." she said. "Well we can tell you one thing for sure, and you're going to have to go with us on this, okay? You're not crazy..." I assured her and she gives a look.

Later, Sam was driving the car when my phone rings. I answered it then pushed the speaker button. "Yeah." I said. "Guys, stiffs have been calling people all over town." Dean said. "Yeah, tell us about it." I said, exhausted. "I just talked to an 84 year old grandmother who's having phone sex with her husband, who died in Korea!" Dean said.

"Eww." Sam and I said, disgusted. "It redefined my understanding of the word Necrophilia." Dean said. "So what the hell's going on here, Dean?" Sam asked. "Beats me, but we'd better find out soon. This place is turning into spook central." Dean said. "Yeah. All right, I'll call you later." I tell him. "Yeah." Dean said before I hang up.

"Dad? You really think it was Dad?" Sam asked, confused. We were back at the motel and Sam and I were sitting at the table while Dean was pacing. He just told us that after our talk, he got a call...a call from John. "I don't know, maybe." Dean said.

"Well what did he sound like?" Sam asked. "Like Oprah!" Dean shouts, sarcastically. "Like Dad, he sounded like Dad, what do you think?" He growls. "Okay, Dean, calm down. What did he say?" I asked. "My name." Dean replied, sounding a bit calmer.

"That's it?" I asked him. "Call dropped out." Dean replied. "Why would he even call in the first place, Dean?" Sam asked. "I don't know, man. Why are ghosts calling anybody in this town? But I mean, other people are hearing from their loved ones, why can't we? It's at least a possibility, right?" Dean said. "Yeah, I guess?" Sam and I said, unsure.

"Okay, so what if...what if it really is Dad? What happens if he calls back?" Dean asked. "What do you mean?" Sam asked. "What do I say?" Dean asked. "Hello." Sam replied. "Hello?" Dean said, disbelief, and Sam shrugs. "That's what you come back with. Hello?" Dean asked, angrily.

"How's the afterlife?" I suggested and Dean gives me a disbelieving look. "Unbelievable." He growls as he grabs his jacket and headed for the door. Dean grumbles under his breath and walks out. Sam and I look after him, concerned, while Sam shakes his head. 

Three hours later, Sam was sitting on the couch with the laptop in front of him and I was sitting at the table, looking through my laptop. Then Dean returns. "Find anything?" He asked us. "After three hours we have found no reason why anything supernatural would be going on here." Sam said and Dean huffs at this. "Well, you know, you think a Stanford education and a high school hook up rate of zero point zero would produce better results than that." Dean sneers.

"Hilarious." Sam spat. "Guys, you're just looking in the wrong places." Dean said. "And what are the right places, Dean?" I asked him and he reaches into his jacket pocket. "Motel pamphlet rack." Dean drops some literature on the coffee table.

"Milan, Ohio. Birthplace of Thomas Edison." Dean said as I walk over to them and read over Sam's shoulder as he flicks through the papers. "Yeah, right. So what?" Sam asked. "Keep reading." Dean said and Sam scoffs slightly and keeps looking. He sighs, but after a few moments of reading, my eyebrows go up and we look at Dean.

"You're kidding." I said and Dean raises his eyebrows back, smiling. 

"And we're walking." the female tour guide said as she shepherds us into a room in the museum. "And, here we have one of the museum's most unique and treasured possessions. Thomas Edison's spirit phone. Did you know that Mr Edison, as well as being one of America's most beloved inventors, was also a devout occultist? Ooh!" she said, being a bit over dramatic. 

"What's with the quote-y fingers?" Dean whispered to us. "He spent years working on this, his final invention, which he was convinced could be used to communicate with the dead. Pretty spooky, huh?" The guide said then she checks her watch, twirls her fingers in the air and begins leading the group into the next room.

"And we're walking. We are walking. We're walking. And we're not touching that. And we're walking. And stop." she said but Sam, Dean and I stay back with the spirit phone. Sam quickly gets out his EMF and holds it over the spirit phone.

"Anything?" Dean asked. "Nothing." Sam said. "What do you guys think?" Dean asked us. "Honestly? It kinda looks like an old pile of junk to me." Sam replied and I nod in agreement. "It's not even plugged in." Dean said as he looks it over. "Maybe it didn't work like that." I said.

"Okay. Maybe it's like a radio tower, broadcasting the dead all over town." Dean suggests. "Could be." Sam said, shrugging. "You know, this caller I.D. is 100 years old, right? Right around the time this thing was built." Dean said. "Yeah, but why would it all of a sudden start working now?" Sam asked, confused.

"I don't know. But as long as the mouldy are calling the freshers around here it's the best reason we've got." Dean said. "Yeah, maybe." I said, shrugging. "So maybe it really is Dad." Dean said and I give him a concerned look.