~*****~

Mary cooed happily as we sat in the front seat with Dean. "I don't know, Dean, this feels kinda like a kid snapping from the torment she got from the mean girl." I explain lightly.

"Yeah, but it could be demonic possession." Dean retorts.

I shrug. "Or a ghost. Either way, I kinda feel bad for the poor girl."

Dean chuckles and pats at my shoulder as Sam comes strolling down the walkway and steps into the car. "So?" Dean asks.

"I think she's telling the truth." Sam hums. I hand the infant over the back of the seat and he buckles her in while continuing the explain. "I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically-- kinda sounds like demonic possession to me."

"Kind of?" I ask, brow raised.

"She didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur." Sam retorts.

I shrug and glance at Dean. "It's like I said. Kids can be vicious." Dean states.

"Well, we're all ready here. Might as well check out the school." Sam mentions.

Dean and I stare at one another for a moment. "Right. The school."

"What?" Sam asks.

"Truman high, home of the Bombers." Dean says.

"What's your point?"

I snort. "Sam we went there for like, a month, a million years ago." I state. "Why are you so jazzed to go back?"

"I'm not! I just think it's worth looking into. All right, well, what's our cover? FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish Exchange Students?" Dean asks.

"Don't worry, I got an idea." Sam smirks.

"I don't like that look on your face, Samuel Winchester." I mention quickly.

~*****~
November, 1997

"Stay safe!" John expresses as we get out of the car.

"Got your lunch, Sammy?" I hum as I peer into the small compact in my hand. "Books? Butterfly knife?"

"Yeah." Sam nods with a chuckle.

"You okay?" Dean asks.

"Sure."

Dean and I glance at one another before stopping in front of him. "Sammy?" Dean asks.

Sam shakes his head after a moment and huffs. "I mean, look; this is the third school we've been to this year, and it's only November. I'm just sick of always being the new kid." Sam explains.

"You'll be fine." Dean expresses. "If anyone gives you any trouble, you let one of us know."

Sam scoffs. "Relax, Sammy. John said this hunt will take him two weeks, tops." I explain. "As soon as he gets back, we're out of here."

"To another school." Sam retorts. I purse my lips. "Awesome."

I gaze up at Dean and shrug. "Was that the wrong thing to say?" I ask meekly.

Dean shrugs in response. "I don't think so. I'd be jazzed if you said something like to me with your shirt off."

I swat at his arm. "Pervert."

We get to our first class, and I feel sort of strange, being stared at once again as if I'm on the chopping block. "Class, say hello to our new students, Dean and Carlotta Winchester." The red headed teacher hums. She glances at us and smiles. "Dean, Carlotta is there anything you two would like to tell us about yourself?"

"Not really, sweet heart." Dean retorts. I close my eyes and sigh. I shake my head and move past him, into an empty seat near the back.

"Take your seat." Dean just beams at me and takes his seat in front of me. "Dean, Carlotta. Where are your books?"

I don't respond, I just scribble in my notepad. "Don't need 'em, sugar. Not gonna be here long enough anyway."

I kick the back of his seat. "Last minute, transfer." I explain. "We don't have books."

Dean nods his head to me lazily and slouches in his seat. I shake my head at his ridiculous acting before going back to doodling in my note pad.

~*****~
Present Day

I patted at Mary's back as I sat in the office of the gymnasium. "Are you freaking kidding me?" I ask irritably as I stare at Dean's attire. "Sub's? That's what Sam got for us? I'd be better walking down the halls with my badge." I explain irritably before settling Mary into her car seat for a nap. I tilt my head as I stare at Dean pace and shout at the kids about dodgeball. "But he does look good in those shorts..." I murmur to myself.

Dean glances over at me and nods his head. I hurry after him to meet Sam at the door way. "Having fun?" Sam asks.

"This whistle makes me their god." Dean mentions.

"Right... nice shorts." Sam mentions.

"I'll say." I hum as I absentmindedly let my gaze travel down to them.

Dean tugs at the collar of his shirt before grunting. "Find anything?" Dean asks.

"I've been over the entire school twice. No sulfur." Sam hums.

"No sulfur. No Demon." I say.

"No demon, no case." Dean adds.

"I don't know. Maybe I was wrong." Sam shrugs.

"Well, it happens to the best of us." I shrug. "I say we hit the road, huh?"

"Yeah, but after lunch. It's sloppy-joe day." Dean mentions. There's a shout of pain before a chunky kid runs by. "Good hustle, Colby! Walk it off!"

"He's having entirely too much fun. Meanwhile, I'm on baby duty, since the day care is full up." I mention irritably. "C'mon, Sammy, couldn't you have gotten me a better gig, than... gym assistant?"

Sam just beams and leaves. I'd say that the day went by, but there was an incident in one of the home ec classes, where a kid gets his hand shoved into a blender.

~*****~

"How'd the nonviolence assembly go?" Sam asks as Dean and I manage to sneak away.

"Apparently, shoving a kid's arm into a Cuisinart is not a healthy display of anger." Dean retorts irritably. "So, the kid had ectoplasm leaking out of his ear?"

"Which only comes from a seriously pissed-off spirit." Sam nods. "It's got to be ghost possession."

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

"Yeah, but it happens." I retort. "I mean, they get angry enough, they can take control of a person's body."

"All right, so, what, we got a ghost in the building?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, but... where? I mean, there's no EMF. Maybe we could find out who it is, at least." Sam shrugs. "You know, check and see if somebody died bloody around here or something."

"Way ahead of you." Dean hums. "Lottie broke into the principals office to get this. Oh, and FYI, three of the cheerleaders are legal. Guess which ones."

I give him the side eye. "If I guess correctly, I get to tie you up tonight and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Guys, come on." Sam groaned.

Dean just beamed. "C'mon, Sammy, guess."

"No." Sam grunted.

Dean pouted before clearing his throat. "So, there was only one death on campus. It was a suicide back in '98. Some kid named Barry Cook." Sam snatched it from Dean immediately. "What?"

Sam sighs lowly. "I knew him. How did he die?"

Dean and I shared nervous glances. "He slit his wrists in the first-floor girls' bathroom."

"That's where--"

"Right where the chick got swirleyed to death, exactly." Dean nods. "So, what? This ghost is possessing nerds?"

"And using them to go after bullies, yeah." Sam nods.

"Well, does that sound like Barry's M.O.?" I ask.

"Barry had a hard time..." Sam said softly.

~*****~
November, 1997

"For the last time, no, I will not make out with you." I mention irritably to the beefed up jock leaning near my locker.

"Come on, baby, there's no need to be shy." He hummed with a smug grin on his face. I glance at the small boy passing by and shove past the hulking idiot. "Where ya goin', sweet heart!"

"Hey, Sammy." I hum happily as I ruffle his hair. "New friend already?"

Sam just flushed as I leaned between them. "This is Barry." Sam hummed softly.

"Can you two be so kind as to pretend you're having a conversation with me?" I ask. "Beef head over there wanted me to--" I stop short as a door opens up, and Dean slinks out with a blonde, who he currently had his mouth all over. "Change of plans. See ya, Sammy." I chirp as I slip off to meet with Dean. "How long did it take to get her in there?" I ask curiously.

Dean beamed at me. "Bout fifteen minutes." I swatted at his shoulder and began to laugh. "C'mon, she means nothing. You wanna go a few rounds in the closet?" He asks lowly.

I feel a flush crawl up my face before swatting his shoulder again. "No thank you. I don't know about you, but I don't do sloppy seconds."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Or thirds, or fourths, c'mon."

I roll my eyes and duck the next class.

~*****~
Present Day

We find Barry's grave and torch the remains later that night. "You all right?" I ask Sam after what felt like an eternity of silence in the Impala.

"Barry was my friend. I just burned his bones." Sam says softly.

"Well, he's at peace now, Sam." Dean explains softly.

"I mean, if Dad had let us say just a little while longer, maybe I could have helped the kid, you know?" Sam sighs.

"You read the coroner's report, same as me." Dean states. "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 your fault. I tell you the truth, I'm glad we got out of that town. I hated that school."

"It wasn't all bad." Sam shrugs.

I snort. "How can you say that after what happened to you?" Dean asks.