The Hamilton Inn

"I can't believe it." Sam said softly as he looked at his computer screen. They were in Georgia and he had been in the process of looking up any possible hunts in the area.

"What's up?" Dean glanced over at him from the bed where he had just taken a sip of beer as he watched a basketball game.

"The Hamilton Inn….they're opening it up again."

"Hamilton Inn?" Dean shook his head. "Doesn't ring a bell."

"Dad told us about it. … Back in nineteen thirty five this rich family built an inn and named it after the family, The Hamilton Inn. Well the story says that a big town dance was suppose to be held in the inn on September fifth which was the birthday of Hamilton's wife. Anyway…..the legend says he murdered his wife the night before but held the dance anyway. He told the people of the town that his wife was away visiting her sick mother but wanted the dance to go on anyway. Well to make a long story short…..the inn caught fire and burned to the ground killing everyone inside. For some odd reason the doors or windows wouldn't open…..Sort of like in that movie Carrie, remember."

"Yeah I remember that movie; you made me watch it a million times."

"Well anyway the entire structure burned down except for a small chapel that was built in the back of the inn. Eighty five people died including Mr. Hamilton."

"Things like that happen all the time Sam."

"Yeah….but the legend says that Mrs. Hamilton was the one to start the fire and the one who kept the people from escaping. People said they actually saw her a few days before the fire walking outside the inn. Anyway, they rebuilt the inn and the same thing happened…..on the same day, only this time one hundred and ten people died. The land apparently stood empty for a long time after that but then someone else bought it and built another inn on the site. And guess what?"

"Let me guess…..They're holding another dance on the anniversary of the fires."

"Yep. Two days from now. They say it's to honor the fire victims."

"Well maybe if Mrs. Hamilton is the one starting the fires she might be appeased by their gesture."

"Or not. … I think we need to get down there and book a room, just to make sure nothing happens."

"How do you expect to stop it from happening?"

"I don't know. You can think of something on the drive down."

"Me? Why me?"

"Because you're older." Sam smiled as he glanced over at Dean.

Rachel, Georgia

"I don't know why you don't break down and get a GPS?" Sam said as he twisted the map around in his hand trying to figure out where they were.

"Because we don't need one." Dean glanced over at his brother. "What's the matter, you too lazy to figure out a map?"

"We need to go with the flow Dean. We're living in the past; we need to keep up with the times."

"I'm not hanging one of those things in my baby and have some jerk break her window to steal it. Besides….maps work just fine." Dean said as he pointed to a sign saying Rachel, Georgia five miles ahead.

The Ocean View Bed and Breakfast

"I see they changed the name." Dean said as he pulled into one of the parking spaces.

"Whether that's a good thing or not I guess we'll find out."

They both knew any kind of restoration or name change could cause a restless spirit to rise. The inn was beautiful and stood on the coastline of Georgia, a wide sandy beach directly behind it led into the sea.

"So how do you want to play this?" Sam asked as he got out of the car and looked at the vast ocean whose waves lapped against the sandy shore.

"We're just two traveling salesmen passing through who have decided to stay for the dance." Dean said as he too got out of the car.

"You know Dean we might not be able to stop it from happening again. If Hamilton really did kill his wife we have no idea what he did with the body, and with no body how do we salt and burn the bones?"

"I guess we just have to play it by ear and hope that it really is just a legend and not a vengeful spirit."

"What if it is though….what if it is a spirit causing the fires?"

"Then we do the only thing we can. Try to get everybody out of the inn before the dance."

"And how do we do that?"

"We'll think of something."

TBC