I still don't own any of this, so please don't sue if you are in a position to do so. I just use the brilliant characters, so thank you.
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Ruach – ROO-akh (Hebrew) breath or wind; also spirit or active force
The tires of the Impala skidded a little on the gravel as Dean stopped in front of the impending building. Sam and Dean emerged from the car and looked up at the dilapidated hospital. Four stories of dark, boarded windows and crumbling brick.
"Pleasant." Dean observed sarcastically.
Sam checked for his gun. "Come on."
"Seriously though, why aren't places like Vegas or the topless beaches in Mexico haunted? It's always these creepy and depressing buildings in the middle of nowhere."
"There's a town ten miles down the road." Sam walked to the trunk of the car.
"And how many people live there? Four hundred."
Dean and Sam unloaded things they might need once inside the building. Dean tucked an electromagnetic reader into his pocket and turned to Sam.
Sam flipped open a notebook. "Sounds like a poltergeist, but a persistent one. They tried to reopen the hospital after they repaired the damage from the fire, but-"
Dean interrupted. "But strange things happened? Bed pans levitated and wheelchairs pushed people down stairs?"
"Something like that. Anyway, several priests have preformed exorcisms, but they apparently didn't work on the current company."
"When was the fire?"
Sam flipped through a few pages. "1938. It's been abandoned since 1981. Seven teenagers have either been killed or have gone missing from entering the building."
Dean looked over at Sam as he closed the notebook and tossed it in the car. A look passed between them that they both understood to mean 'let's go'. They walked up the crumbling stone steps and paused in front of the padlocked door. Dean tried the obvious way of rattling the padlock as Sam looked for a loose window.
Sam hopped over the side of the front steps and dropped next to a basement window. The plywood had clearly been pried off more than once and replaced haphazardly. Sam lifted the plywood off and looked through a kicked out window.
"Dean."
Dean leaned over the edge and looked down. "Nice."
Dean jumped over and landed next to Sam in the leaf filled window well. Sam climbed through and turned on a flashlight. Dean came down a few seconds later. The circles of light displayed a cobwebbed room, most likely a storage room judging from the odd assortment of chairs, file cabinets and carts. They carefully picked their way through a path to the door and let themselves out into a hallway.
"…if your scared, then why don't you go back." A teenage boy's voice taunted in the darkness.
"I'm not scared." A younger voice snapped back.
Dean and Sam glanced at each other and quietly walked towards the voices. Sam and Dean were led to a stairwell and had no option but to go up.
The light of other flashlights bounced off the once white walls of the first floor.
"Come on, this way." The teenage boy's voice said again, closer to where Sam and Dean were.
"I think we should go." A teenage girl's voice warned.
"I'm with Amy." The younger voice added.
"Shut up, Nick."
"Andy, we should head home." Amy said again.
Andy laughed. "Babies, both of you."
"I'm not a baby." Nick shot back.
The voices faded and the footfalls were growing more faint as well. Sam and Dean walked through the hall. Marker and paint covered parts of the walls, the names of past teenagers who braved the ghosts and stories.
"Are you sure there's something here, Sam?" Dean whispered as they passed another empty room.
"There's got to be something." Sam whispered back. "I mean, twenty people died in that fire, and those kids didn't get killed and go missing on their own."
"What about the ones up ahead?"
Sam paused for a moment. "We'll have to get them out without scaring them."
For a second Dean looked like someone had taken away Christmas. "Fine."
"Dean."
"I won't do anything to scare them." He said in a mocking voice as he held up his hand, the thumb and pinkie touching across his palm. "Scouts honor."
Sam and Dean ventured to the second floor. The place was quiet and if they knew anything, quiet was bad. Quiet made you think nothing was happening, it made you drop your guard, it made you an easy target. Sam and Dean knew better than to trust the quiet.
The second floor was as silent as the first. Their footsteps echoed more, that was what caught Sam's attention.
He swept the beam of his flashlight on the floor. "Dean."
Dean stopped and turned back to Sam. He looked where Sam's light was pointed. "Great, Sam. You found the floor."
"There's no dust, it's spotless."
Dean swept his beam along the floor. Sam was right, the floor was as clean as if someone had just mopped it.
"That's not normal." Dean whispered.
Sam and Dean's awareness ratcheted up a few levels. The hallway was silent save for Dean and Sam's tentative footsteps. Dean pulled out the electromagnetic reader and the thing went off the charts. Sam felt something like a soft breeze brush past his face.
"Dean, where'd those kids go?" Sam quietly asked.
"Nick!" The girl screamed.
"Awe, shit."
Dean and Sam took off towards the end of the hall. In the stairwell, the two older kids were on the floor holding tightly to the railing. They were completely terrified. Sam got to the doorway first. The kids, were fourteen or fifteen, looked up at him.
"Are you all right?"
Amy nodded. Andrew had his eyes locked on something down the stairs. Sam followed his gaze and saw Nick lying crumpled on the landing. Sam ran down to him without a second thought. Dean stood at the top of the stairs.
Sam reached Nick and was relieved to see him still conscious. "Hey, are you all right?"
"My leg hurts." He gasped from the pain.
Sam looked up at Dean. "Come help me."
Dean ran down the stairs and knelt next to his brother. Nick was about twelve and he was terrified. Sam and Dean helped him stand and brought him to the top of the stairs where the light was a little better.
Andrew dropped down next to Nick. "I'm sorry, Nick."
"It's okay."
The air moved around them like a sudden gust of wind. Sam and Dean automatically looked to each other. Nick, Andrew and Amy grabbed for the railings. Sam and Dean turned and saw the spirit they had been hunting. The blurred from of a man in a white coat stood between them and the hallway. The spirit was not happy.
A sudden gust of wind burst down the hallway and into the stairwell. It had the force of a straight-line wind from a tornado. Sam and Dean were blown into the railing, which creaked alarmingly, but held firm. The wind stopped as suddenly as it started. The man was also gone.
"Dean, we got to get these kids out of here." Sam kept his voice low.
Dean nodded. Amy and Andrew got to their feet. They helped Nick stand, he tested the weight on his leg carefully.
"You guys think you can get out of here on your own?" Dean asked.
Andrew nodded, his bravado from earlier completely gone.
"Go on, we'll be right behind you."
They three carefully started down the steps. Sam and Dean watched them for a second. They felt a wind on the back of their necks and turned. The spirit stood in the doorway, looking just as angry as before. Before Dean or Sam could react, the strong wind started again. Both were thrown down the stairs to crash at the landing where they found Nick at.
Dean was the first to his feet. Sam coughed a few times and pushed himself up.
"You all right, Sam?" Dean asked without taking his eyes from the figure at the top of the stairs.
"Yeah." Sam glanced over at Dean. "Are we getting that thing, or trying tomorrow?"
"I'm for tomorrow." Dean looked at Sam once the spirit vanished again.
Footsteps on the stairs made Dean and Sam tense again. They glanced at each other and waited.
Andrew appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "We can't get through this way."
"Why?" Dean walked down a few steps.
"We can't open the door at the bottom of the stairs."
Dean and Sam went down and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. They had no choice but to walk through the second floor again. Nobody was excited to face the spirit again, but there were no other options. Dean took the lead and Sam the rear. Nick's leg was better and he could at least support his own weight.
Dean approached the top of the stairs with caution. "Ready?" He glanced behind and saw everyone nod.
"When you get through the door, move as quickly as you can to the other side." Dean looked back at Sam.
Sam touched Nick's shoulder. "I'll help Nick."
Dean stood as guard as Amy and Andrew passed through the doorway and took off at a fast run. Dean followed to make sure that that thing didn't go for the kids again. Sam took hold of Nick's arm.
"Ready?"
Nick nodded. They passed through the doorway and went as quickly as possible down the hall. Halfway to the door, Sam heard the wind start. He pulled Nick along. Dean stood in the other doorway to the front stairs.
The wind hit Sam and Nick. They both fell forward onto the floor and didn't move. As soon as they were down, the wind stopped. Dean ran forward and knelt at Sam's side.
"Sam?"
Sam slowly lifted his head. His nose bleed from his face hitting the floor.