A/N: This is my first fanfic. Please read and review. I can't wait to hear what y'all have to say.

I don't own Supernatural and all that means along with Les Mis. Thanks.

Chris stood in the wings as she watched the dress rehearsal take place. She loved the way a play came together. She loved the thrill she got when she took the stage each night. Even at dress rehearsal, her heart began thudding in her chest as the scene played out before her. She was watching the café scene where to students begin planning the start of the French Revolution. She was due to take the stage again in a few minutes. She checked her wardrobe again. Made sure that her hat and clothes were in the right place and the dirt on her face was just right. She looked up from the mirror and that was when she saw him. Or she thought she saw him. He was paler than the other people moving around the wings, but he was there. She got a chill and turned around to speak to him because she didn't remember him from the cast. But as Chris turned around, the man disappeared. It was time for her to go on. She shook herself and got into place. She was imagining things. It had been years since she'd seen one. It was a very vivid memory. That was what she had seen.

"You okay?" James, the man playing her love interest in the play asked as they snuck onto the stage. Chris nodded. "You look like you've seen a ghost." She gave a nervous smile. The scene started and Chris forgot about the man as she fell into the part of Eponine. She still could not believe that she'd landed her dream roll in the national tour of Les Misérables.

The scenes were flowing nicely. It was scene where Chris was to stop her father in the play from breaking into Cosette's house. At the end of the song her father grabs her and threatens to beat her. That's when it happened. The man was back. Chris just looked at him for a moment, but stayed in character.

"I'm going to scream. I'm going to warn them here," she sang in perfect pitch.

"If you scream, you'll regret it for a year!" The actor grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard to him. What happened next made her truly scream, and too early for the song. The director yelled cut as the actor in front of her was hoisted five feet in the air and thrown into the third row of seats. His head hit the chairs with a sickening thud and his limp, lifeless body sunk to the floor.

Chris covered her mouth and began to shake her head. Her vision was blurring with tears and then everything began to get dark. The last thing she remembered was feeling two arms wrap around her and slowly lower her to the ground as people around the theater scrambled in every direction.

Dean's cell phone rang and woke up him from a very nice dream. He blindly slapped for it on the nightstand between his and Sam's motel beds. He finally found it on the fifth ring. "Yeah?" His voice was gruff and groggy.

"Dean? Dean Winchester?" A woman's voice came through the phone. It sounded scared and panicky.

"Yeah. Do I know you?" Dean sat up a little bit and looked over at Sam. Sam was now sitting up with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yeah. This is Chris Anderson. Do you remember me?" Her voice cracked a little.

"Yeah. Of course. Lake Haven High. Junior Year." Dean noticed Sam cock his head at that. "What's going on?"

"I need you to come. I have something strange going on. You're kind of strange." Chris told Dean what had happened.

"Where are you?"

"Tampa, Florida."

"We're on our way. Be there tomorrow." Chris told them where the condo she was renting was while the play was in Tampa. Dean jotted down the address and hung up. "Rise and shine, Sammy. We have a job."

Sam stretched. "I gathered." He stood and began to pack. "Must be nearby if we'll be there tomorrow."

"Nope. Florida. We're driving straight through." Sam's broad shoulders slumped and shook his head. They were packed and pulling out of the motel's parking lot in a half hour. Dean turned the Impala south and toward the Indiana state line.

After an hour of driving, Dean looked at Sam, who was dozing in the passenger seat. "I take I-75 south all the way to Tampa, right?" Sam stirred and thought about what was said.

"Uh, yeah." Sam stretched and looked at his brother for a minute. "So what are we dealing with?"

"Sounds like a vengeful spirit." Dean pressed the gas a little harder. "Apparently a ghost showed up during a dress rehearsal of the play that Chris is in and threw one of the actors into the seats and he died when he hit the chairs and broke his neck."

"Chris?" Sam was looked at Dean with a puzzled look. "Where do you know him from?"

"Her. Chris Anderson from Lake Haven, Florida." Dean said and shot a glance at his brother. "You know her."

Sam shook his head. "I do?"

"Yeah. You remember those two months we spent in Lake Haven, Florida while dad hunted a poltergeist. I was a junior. You were in eighth grade. She had a younger brother that was in upper elementary school. Can't remember his name though."

Sam cocked an eyebrow at his brother's memory. "You dated her."

"Nope. Not even once. We were just friends." Dean swallowed and shot a glance at Sam.

"So, what's the story then. How does she know about what we do? Is this another Cassie?"

"No!" Dean answered a little too quickly.

"Dean?" Sam shifted in his seat a little so he could see his brother better.

"Sam?" Dean shot the same tone back at him. Sam raised his eyebrows and waited for an explanation. "Okay, fine. I liked her. She was pretty. She was seeing somebody. A college guy. So, dating was out, but I really liked her. She was the only person at that school that looked at me like I was not some freak for how we lived. She was nice, and we had fun together." Dean shrugged. "Her mom even had us over for dinner a few times. Nice family."

Sam nodded. "I do remember her. Her brother was a funny kid for his age. He liked us. Her mom was single after her dad has passed away." Dean nodded at that fact. "I never realized that you two were that close."

"Yeah." Dean let out a chuckle. "We stayed in touch for another year after we left. We lost contact once she went to college." Dean shrugged as he kept his eyes on the road. Sam watched his brother and wondered what else Dean wasn't telling him. He knew he'd find out in time.

After fifteen hours on the road, the Winchesters were close to Tampa. Dean was dozing in the passenger seat while Sam drove. He smacked Dean in the chest. "Wake up, man. We're almost there. Give Chris a call." Dean rubbed his eyes and picked up his phone.

Dean hung up the phone and sighed. "Okay, Chris is at the Tampa Bay Performing Arts Center. The detectives had some questions about the accident." Sam nodded and pushed the car a little harder.

Dean and Sam walked into the theater and watched the rehearsal scene play out in front of them. They slid into seats about halfway down the floor section.

The stage was set as if a war scene was taking place. Men were in the background as a couple laid in each other's arms stage front. The man was dressed in period clothes that showed his character was higher class while the girl was dressed in period street clothes that indicated that she was from a lower working class.

"Don't you fret, Monsieur Marius. I don't feel any pain. A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now. You're here. That's all I need to know. And you will keep me safe. And you will keep me close. And rain will make the flowers grow."

Sam leaned over to Dean. "Is that Chris?" Dean nodded his mouth a little agape. "She's Eponine in Les Misérables. Wow! I'm impressed."

Dean looked at his brother with a look that said that if he wasn't so surprised at the scene playing out in front of him he'd make some comment about him being gay. "Me too." They turned their attention back to the stage.

"This rain will wash away what's past." Chris sang as she grimaced in mock pain. "And you will keep me safe. And you will keep me close. I'll sleep in your embrace at last! The rain that brings you here is Heaven blessed. The skies begin to clear, and I'm at rest. A breath away from where you are. I've come home from so far." Her singing became more labored. And the actor holding her pulled her a little closer, held her a little tighter. Dean swallowed as he watched the scene play out in front of him. She was good. What was shocking him was that he could feel his throat getting tight.

"Hush-a-by, dear Eponine."

"Don't you fret, Monsieur Marius. I don't feel any pain. A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now."

"I'm here."

"That's all I need to know."

"I will stay until you are sleeping."

"And rain will make the flowers…"

"And rain will make the flowers grow." As the singing voices faded to just that of the actor holding Chris, Dean let out a gasp as he drew in a breath. He never realized that he was holding his breath. Sam looked at his brother and raised an eyebrow.

The director approached the stage. "Good job, guys. Let's take five." The house lights came up and Chris looked out into the audience. She smiled as she saw Dean and Sam stand. She nodded to the director and headed down the stairs into the seats.

"Dean!" She ran to him and gave him a huge hug. Dean was a little shocked by this, but hugged her back. "I'm so glad you are here. I've been so scared!" Dean instinctively pulled her a little closer.

"Everything is going to be fine. We'll figure this out," he whispered in her ear. The pulled apart and Dean motioned to Sam. "You remember my brother Sam?"

"Of course. Hi, Sam." She hugged him, but not as tightly as she had Dean. "You have grown." She smiled at him and then shot a look a Dean. "You now make your brother look puny." Sam laughed as Dean rolled his eyes. "I have to finish rehearsal, and then we can talk about what's been going on. He seems to only appear when I'm around. I don't want anyone else to get hurt." Chris held her arms tight against her abdomen. "Do you mind hanging out a little longer? I think I have one more song to practice, and then we can get something to eat."

Dean nodded as he thought about what she said. "I can always eat, and I'd love to hear you sing some more." Where did that come from? He hated plays! Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother and then nodded to Chris. She smiled and headed back up to the stage.

The director looked at the two unexpected guests. "Who are they?" He looked at the smile on Chris' face as she took her place on the stage.

"Friends from high school," Chris said as she watched the set behind her change. "We're doing 'On My Own' next?" The director nodded.

"Even though the opening of the play has been postponed while Greg's death is investigated, we still need to practice, and I want you to be able to sing this piece so well that even the toughest guy in the house wants to cry and take Eponine home and love her. I just wasn't feeling it the last time we ran through it." Chris nodded, but couldn't help thinking, 'Of course you didn't feel it. I was in shock.' The director left the stage and the music began.

The lights dimmed. Chris started walking in place on the rotating stage. "Now I'm alone again; nowhere to turn; no one to go to; without a home; without a friend; without a face to say hello to. And now the night is near, and I can make believe that he his here." The lights flickered. "Sometimes I walk alone at night when everyone else is sleeping. I think of him and I'm happy with the company I'm keeping. The city goes to bed and I can live inside my head." The lights and music flickered again, but this time a little stronger. Sam and Dean looked at each other and shifted in their seats. Chris didn't stop the song, but paused to look at them. "On my own, pretending he is beside me. All alone, I walk with him till morning. Without him, I feel his arms around me. When I lose my way, I close my eyes and he has found me." The lights flickered again and Sam and Dean were on their feet. The man appeared and wrapped his arms around Chris's shoulders. She stopped and turned to see him looking down at her. She screamed and he disappeared. Dean reached the stage just a she went limp and fainted. He caught her just before she hit the stage. He looked at Sam and the worry was evident on his face. Sam was panting as he looked around the theater.

"What the hell was that?" The director demanded as he stormed the stage.

"A ghost," Dean said matter-of-factly as he looked at Chris's unconscious form.