Disclaimer: Still don't own 'em...still wish that I did...

Warning: Remember what I said in chapter one about language, violence, and suggestive scenes? Still true.

Well, I'm not doing much today so I decided to edit and post chapter two. I found a lot of spelling and grammatical mistakes in this chapter so, hopefully, I've got them all now. Hope you enjoy!


Chapter Two: The Hunt

"Find anything?" Sam asked, walking over to where Dean was crouched beside the tub.

"Yeah, the EMF meter is going crazy," Dean replied, "It looks like this dude's remains might be right under these old tiles."

"So, what now?"

Dean looked at Sam as if that was the stupidest question he had ever heard, "We dig the son of a bitch up."

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Things didn't start to really go wrong until they tried to leave with the remains. They dug them up with relatively little trouble and agreed that they should go out the back door to avoid explaining why Sam's jacket pockets were bulging with bones or why Dean was cradling a skull in the crook of his arm. They had only gotten a little ways before Dean heard a crash followed by a cry of "Oh shit!" Dean turned around to see Sam staring down the basement stairs.

"Oh God, Sam. Please tell me you didn't drop this dude's bones!" Dean groaned.

"Much as I'd like to..." Sam sighed, "I'll go get 'em, you head out and I'll meet you."

"Ok Sam, just be careful," Dean said, "We've had smooth sailing so far, but this ghost will probably be pissed as hell once he finds out we're trying to exterminate him."

Sam smiled and waved away his brother's comment before disappearing down the stairs. Dean couldn't help but smile too. Now Sammy was getting into the swing of things. Dean turned and headed for the back door.

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Sam found himself drawing his gun filled with rock salt. He was a little disgusted at his own paranoia, but he could have sworn that, just before he dropped the bones, something had pushed him. He had been walking just behind Dean, lost in his own thoughts, when he had felt something shove his shoulder. He had come close to tumbling down the stairs but had reached out to steady himself. Thus, the dropping of the bones. He hadn't told Dean, convincing himself that he had just imagined it, but as he entered the basement, he told himself that it couldn't hurt to be safe.

Sam continued down the steps, picking up bones as he went. By the time he reached the bottom, most of his fear had left him. He chuckled softly to himself, lowering the gun. He heard a noise behind him and whirled, ready for what ever might be waiting-

Sam laughed again, realizing that he had just bumped into a table, sending the items on top clattering over the edge. He turned around and found himself staring directly into the malevolent eyes of a ghost.

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First there was the gunshot. Then the screaming started.

Sammy! Dean turned to head back inside and find his brother but was met by the despairing gaze of a ghost. Not the ghost. No, not the one they had come to destroy. This was a chick who looked about Sam's age. Although he felt no menace from this new spirit, Dean found himself stepping back involuntarily. The spirit's face crumpled as if she would cry and she reached out for Dean...then disappeared.

Dean stared at the spot the ghost had been standing in just a moment before, completely mystified.

There'll be time to figure this out later; right now you have to find Sam.

Dean ran back into the house, his worry about his brother increasing.

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Sam didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, now glad to have had his gun at the ready. The spirit hissed in pain and disappeared.

Dean! What if something came after him?

Sam was already half way up the stairs before he realized that the ghost had been female.

He only had a few seconds to ponder this before he heard the screams upstairs and broke into a run.

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What Dean saw inside the house was chaos, complete and utter chaos. People were running and screaming everywhere in a blind panic.

"Sam?" Dean called, knowing that it was hopeless. Sam would never be able to hear him in all of this.

A girl ran by Dean. He recognized her as one of his groupies from before. He reached out and grabbed her arm. She immediately shrieked that the ghost had her and she needed help. Dean pulled her aside.

"Ssshhhh! Calm down." Dean said.

She looked at him, obviously terrified, "You scared the shit out of me."

"I guessed that and I'm sorry," Dean said soothingly, if he was going to get any information from her, he needed her to stay calm, "I just need you to tell me what the hell is going on in here!"

"The ghosts!" the girl cried, "Everything was normal and then they started to attack! Things started flying across the room and everyone was screaming and trying to get out all at once!"

Dean tried to absorb this new information. "Ghosts?" he asked, shocked, "As in more than one?" But the girl was already running off.

Dean suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He whirled around, drawing his gun, to face-

"Sam!"

"A little jumpy today, aren't we Dean? Are you gonna' put that away or what?"

Dean grinned sheepishly, putting away the gun, "This is out of control. I think we should try and get everybody out and come back when these spirits aren't so pissed off."

Sam agreed completely. He turned to the swarming crowd (which thankfully had become much smaller) in time to see a young man leaning on a pair of crutches and trying to struggle against the crowd.

"Jamie!" the boy shouted desperately, "Jamie, can you hear me?"

Dean and Sam ran forward just in time to save him from falling flat on his face.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Dean asked, "You've got to get out of here!"

"I can't! My girlfriend-" the guy looked around the room desperately, "Jamie!

"Sam get him out of here," Dean said, "I'll look for this Jamie chick."

"Jamie!" the guy shouted again.

"Come on, it's okay. Dean's got her," Sam said, ushering him out the door.

Dean turned around and sighed, looking at the mob trying to squeeze its way through the single door. Sam was right. Nothing was ever simple.

"I guess we'll have to burn this asshole another night."

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Dean was sure he had searched the whole house twice by now, and the spirits were only getting more violent. Several times he'd just barely avoided some object that had been hurled at his head. He was just about to give up, thinking that this girl had headed outside with the rest of the crowd when he heard a loud crash followed by a girl crying out. Dean ran toward the sound to see a girl lying unconscious on the floor, her brown hair covering her face.

Dean shook her gently, "Hey! You okay?"

The girl groaned, blinking at him groggily. Dean had a moment to think how beautiful her blue eyes were when she screamed.

"Look out!"

Dean whirled around to see a spirit glaring at him, only a few feet from his unprotected back. He drew his gun but was too slow; the spirit hurled a steak knife at his head. Dean ducked to avoid the knife, dropping his gun in the process.

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Sam stood outside with the boy, watching the front door, waiting for his brother to come out. The boy seemed to be in shock. The only information that Sam had managed to get out of him was that his name was Mike and his girlfriend was still inside the house.

Come on Dean! Sam thought.

Just then one of the windows exploded.

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The ghost moved towards Dean. He couldn't find his gun!

"Damn!"

The ghost jumped for him-

And Dean heard a shot fired from over his shoulder. The ghost disappeared.

"What the hell?"

Dean turned to see the girl, Jamie, holding his gun. When she saw him looking at her she smiled shyly.

"You ever used a gun before?" Dean asked. She shook her head. "Well you're a hell of a shot. Saved my ass," Dean said, a bit embarrassed.

"These are ghosts, right?" Jamie asked looking around.

"Yeah."

"And to kill ghosts, you have to...burn their bones, right?"

"Yeah," Dean said, slightly surprised.

Jamie pulled a lighter from her pocket, "So, let's light this place!"

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Sam was just beginning to get worried when the house burst into flames.

"No! Dean!"

He tried to run towards the house. He had to get to Dean! But people had grabbed his arms in an effort to hold him back.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Do you want to die?"

"Dean!"

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Dean and Jamie burst through the door just as the house exploded behind them.

The place really caught! Dean thought, Of course, all the gasoline we used probably helped.

Both Dean and Jamie stopped in unison, doubled over and panting. He could hear Sam desperately shouting his name.

"Over here Sammy!" he called back.

"We're okay!" Jamie added.

Dean looked over at the little pyromaniac and grinned, "You are one crazy bitch, you know that?"

Jamie smiled back, "Damn straight!" Then she burst out into bright peals of laughter.

Dean couldn't help but laugh too. Both of them sat there laughing as Sam made his way over to them.


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