Fear for Christmas

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Wish I did.

Summary: It's Christmas; the brothers expect to take some time off and relax. But as usual, a case is waiting for them. Dean and Sam are called in to investigate. Except, the one calling is a GHOST!

*Author's Note*

Ok, I know that I had a previous chapter up but I didn't think it connected really well and kind of strayed…. Oh ok! It STRAYED A LOT from my original planning. So I retyped it according to my original plan. Hope this one would suit you better.

The facts about NYC are not true. Please do not take any of these as facts. Thank you.

*End of Author's Note*

Chapter 1

Dean huffed as he leaned against his chair and rubbed his eyes. Sitting across from him was Sam who appeared a bit pale. Dean opened his mouth and closed it before opening it again to speak.

"A… A ghost… A ghost called you? Like picked up a phone and dialed your number, call?" It even sounded ridiculous when he said it. Sam nodded his head a bit too hard. Dean sighed and ran a hand down his face. What was the world coming to? His little brother is claiming he got a phone call from a ghost…. Seriously… this is beyond ridiculous.

"You do know a ghost can't touch things, right? Much less dial a number and that number just happened to be a hunter's?" His voice held a tone of suspicion towards Sam. Is the man sitting across from him really Sam or just some shape-shifter messing with him?

"I know that Dean. But I am serious! When my phone rang, the number was from NYC. I ran a check on it to find out who was calling. Turns out the number were from a pay phone that no longer works. Explain that." Sam gave him a superior look. Dean sighed and slammed his head onto the table.

"Great… Another case… it's Christmas too…"

"I know but-!" Sam's phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his jean pocket and gasped as manly as he could. "It's the ghost! The ghost is calling again!" he looked around to make sure no one heard him. Dean pulled out a pair of headsets and attached it to the phone. Sam took the side with the speaker while Dean took the other side. He answered the call.

"Hello?"

"You've got to help me!" the ghost voice was female. It was raspy with a bit of static from the other end. Her voice faded in and out as if she was constantly travelling away from the phone and being cut off by bad connection.

"Who is this? What do you want?" Sam asked in a firm demanding voice. He didn't get a reply but some static and shuffling before the voice was back on.

"I don't have much time! You have to get to NYC and check on the police case file labeled Keegan-Akiyama!" Her voice was rushed and she was a bit distracted. "Hurry! I can't keep him at bay much longer. He's escaping my grasps." The line began to fade. Sam lurched forward in his seat urgently.

"Wait! Who are you? Where can we find you?" he shouted the questions at the top of his head. Dean shot him a look but kept silent.

"You can find my identity and location in the case file! I can't reveal more than that! Hurry!" And the line was cut. Sam looked at his phone. The call ended. Exactly 30 seconds. Dean pulled the plug from his ear and took a sip of his coffee. Sam placed his phone away and leaned onto the table.

"Well?" Sam asked. "Do we check it out?" he watched Dean's expressions.

"We have no choice. You said NYC?" Sam nodded. A sigh escaped Dean's lips as he paid their bill and headed for the door. "NYC here we come." They climbed into the Impala and drove off towards NYC. As they drove Sam took the liberty to check the case file that the ghost mentioned. He thought it couldn't hurt. Besides the case file was stuck in his head. The words "Keegan-Akiyama case file" swarmed and circled his head. Even formed words flowed through his mind horizontally as if it was mocking him. Dean looked over once in a while to try and get a glance but always had to divert his eyes back to the road to keep from crashing into anything in the dark. He never got the countryside roads. Why didn't they put lights up out here? It's not like the government doesn't have the money or technology to do that. Maybe they're just selfish. Yeah, Dean's going to stick with that. They're selfish mother fuckin bastards. He chuckled at that.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked absentmindedly. He vaguely registered Dean chuckling at some private joke that he made in his head. His eyes busy scrolling over the case files that had similar names; he hated the NYC police database. So many crimes; yet never organized like other states. They just shoved it into the alphabetical order on the computer and just left it at that. Not even organizing the files individually. It was all bunched up like a messy pile of clothing. This was a mess. His eyes scrolled over case files that came close to the name the ghost gave him but it was never it. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered, was she just messing with him and there's no such thing as a case file labeled Keegan-Akiyama?

"Nothing, how's the search going?" Dean asked. Sam sighed and leaned back stretching his arms by reaching behind his head rest.

"This is a disaster. The NYC database isn't even organized. I typed in the case file label but a bunch of stuff came up…. Wait…. Found it!" Sam breathed a breath of relief as he read the words and clicked it. The file pulled up and he read the briefing silently. Dean focused on driving as he waited for Sam to brief him in. A look of disgust formed on Sam's features and he took a deep breath.

"I believe we might have a huge problem." Sam said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, this case if gruesome. Donovan Keegan, age 18, deceased about a decade ago; it says here he was a mass murderer who kidnapped, tortured, and killed people for 12 days during Christmas."

"Like that 12 days of Christmas song?"

"Uhh… close but not as romantic… this was gruesome. No one knew what he was doing and got away with it for 3 years straight."

"Wait, wait, wait… 3 years, this kid was 18 and he got away with it for 3 years. He started when he was 15?" Dean was a bit shocked. Serial killers were mostly middle aged men who suffered something traumatic. But this kid started when he was 15 and continued the next three years. He must have some serious problems that needed immediate attention and he never got it.

"Yeah, anyway," Sam not liking he was interrupted twice continued with much determination to finish. "It says here that during his third year of terrorizing his neighbors with the murders, his childhood friend Sayuri Akiyama found out about his killings and confronted him about it. However not only did he not listen to her, he made her his next immediate victim. He tortured her for 10 days in his house and then killed her immediately the clock struck 12 and Christmas was over. The only funny thing was he confessed three months later to the police. He told them everything and accepted his death row sentence."

"When was he killed?"

"6 days after his death row sentence." Sam answered immediately.

"What? That fast?"

"Yeah, the public was disgusted with him and wanted him dead immediately." Sam answered back and then chuckled.

"The public of NYC are ruthless as the rumors said." He spoke with a bit of disgusted humor.

"Ok… so what is this big problem?" Dean asked. All Sam has said didn't answer his previous statement.

"His statement when they asked him if he had any last words." Sam said and cleared his throat and shifted around in his seat before continuing. "He said 'I only kill on the 12 days of Christmas, for that is the time my tortured soul hurts the most. I shall return well beyond my life and continue the terror. Tremble in fear as you lie awake unable to sleep. Every time you close your eyes you'll remember this threat. All of you. I will return! I will return!'" The inside of the Impala fell silent. Then Sam cleared his voice. "Sound familiar to you in anyway?"

"Yeah, a vengeful spirit. Were there any killings within the last decade that was similar to his style?" Dean asked instantly.

"I think so. There's an attachment to this case file." He clicked it open. "… Definitely a vengeful spirit. Several victims have been abused, tortured, and murdered for 12 days around Christmas. And as he claimed, the killings stopped after Christmas."

"For a whole decade?" Dean asked a bit doubting that. There was no way a hunter didn't catch whim of this.

"Umm… no… it said after he was executed, the killings began again the next year. The police thought it was a copy cat but found no evidence and the case was closed. But after that, there were no more murders until 5 years later when it started again but there was only one victim and no more. And that victim only lasted 2 days. There were no more killings to this day." Dean let himself digest this for a minute.

"So… the killings started again, disappeared, and started again for like a millisecond and then disappeared again? What kind of vengeful ghost is this? He sounded pissed from the way he worded his last words. He should have enough ghost vengeance to run for centuries."

"I don't know but do you think that ghost that contacted us was Sayuri's?"

"Sayuri… the childhood friend of this guy's?"

"Yeah… it was a woman's ghost, that was certain, and she was the one who directed us to this case file. It would only make sense if it was her." Sam explained.

"OK, let's assume it's her. Doesn't explain the weird pattern." Dean sighed and focused his eyes on the road while dividing his attention in half between the road and his brother.

"… I have a weird theory… It's like a hunter's mythical story but…"

"What?"

"The female ghost, Sayuri, said she couldn't keep him at bay and that he's escaping. This means she had him trapped somehow-!"

"Oh come on Sammy! That's a myth. No ghost can suppress another like that! They're individual beings who don't even interact! They live in their own dimension."

"I know but a myth had to come from somewhere." Dean stayed silent at that comment. He knew it was true. Every story had a root, which meant the myth had a 50 percent chance of being real though no hunter has ever proved its existence yet.

"Fine, myth may be true but do you really think this girl Sayuri's ghost has enough power to do that to such a vengeful ghost?"

"Maybe she's a vengeful ghost?"

"Sammy, does that even make any sense to you? A vengeful ghost suppressing the source of her vengeance… and not killing it?" Dean spared him a mocking glance. Sam blushed slightly at his mistake.

"Ok… horrible mistake. But she has to be some sort of strong spirit to suppress a vengeful ghost of his caliber."

"Guess we'll find out. She said we can find where she is from the case file. She died in his house, which is an abandoned neighborhood. Which neighborhood is this?" Sam looked at the screen once more.

"Saint Rendell, Queens. His house is empty since no one wants to buy it because of the bloodshed in that house." Sam sighed an exasperated sigh.

"Ok, so we got a ghost possibly beginning to harass people again during Christmas and a ghost who is trying to keep him from harassing people but isn't doing such a good job. What a wonderful Christmas present." Dean smiled at Sam who rolled his eyes.

A/N: Hope this chapter was to your liking. I know I changed a lot but this was my original plan.

Reviews please! I need encouragement or I'll sic Donovan Keegan on you! O_O

Lol, I'm just joking, hope I didn't offend anyone.

Seriously, reviews would be a great Christmas present.