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Previously on Supernatural- "Mrs. Pool" Sam softly whispered. "It's Mrs. Pool."

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"She, she's tr-trying to fi-find her, her son J-J-Joey" Sam stammered.

"Awww buddy. Is that what's got you so tied up?" Dean softly asked. "Sammy, Mrs. Pool's…"

"I gotta get outta here" Sam broke in shivering at the feeling of someone watching them. "We've gotta go! Please, Dean! Please get me outta here!"

"Okay Sammy, we're going." Dean agreed. "Just calm down man." Quickly stepping back from the impala he shut the back door and raced around the black beauty. Pulling the driver's door open he climbed in and revved the engine. With a quick glance back at his freaked out little brother Dean put the car in gear and sped out of the driveway and back onto the road. Silence reined as Dean drove his baby down the road a few miles before turning into the parking lot of the Cozy Country motel and pulling up in front of their room. He worriedly watched as Sam practically ran to the room. Swiping a hand across his face Dean threw open the door and walked the few steps to the room door and walked inside.

Dean stepped inside the puke green room, tossed his keys on the table, and trudged over to his bed. Taking a seat on the side of the bed he leaned back against the headboard mirroring his brother's position. "Wanna tell me what that was about back there?" he asked as he glanced over at Sam.

"I told you, Dean. Mrs. P-Pool is back. That cabin is hers. It's where she took me when she, she…" Sam mumbled toying with the hem of his shirt.

"Sammy, it can't be Mrs. Pool. She's dead. You saw her get hit, remember?" Dean gently said. "And before you say it, I know people can be ghosts but dude, we don't even know if this is the right place. And even if it is dad and the others were there. I'm sure they took care of the body before we left. They wouldn't have taken a chance like that; not when you were involved."

"You, you don't believe me?" Sam whispered staring over at Dean with tear filled eyes.

"I didn't say that kiddo" Dean backpedalled frowning as his brother dropped his gaze to the floor. Sighing Dean walked over to Sam's bed and sat down on the side facing his little brother. "Sam? Look at me, Sammy." Dean softly called. He waited for Sam to look up before continuing. "I didn't say I didn't believe you, buddy. I think you believe it and it's not like stranger things haven't happened to us. But let's step back and look at the facts for a minute, alright? You did the research. Did you find any mention of Mrs. Pool?"

"No" Sam admitted. "But there was that article about an unidentified woman getting killed in a police chase. That's what happened to her."

"Well yeah. But the paper didn't name the woman so that doesn't really prove it either way." Dean pointed out.

"But Dean that was her cabin. I'm sure of it." Sam stated.

"Maybe it is. That still doesn't mean it's her man." Dean argued. "I mean she took you, what thirteen, fourteen years ago. Why wait all those years?"

"The sinkhole!" Sam exclaimed. "That road was nothing but forests and a few scattered houses until the sinkhole two years ago. Maybe the town building up stirred her up."

"Yeah, but still that was two years ago. The disappearances didn't start until two months ago. Why the gap?" Dean said pushing the uneasy feeling in his gut to the side. Standing he began to pace.

"I don't know." Sam replied. "Maybe it took her a while to get the hang of being a spirit or something."

Rolling his eyes at the suggestion Dean rubbed the back of his head as he paced to the door and back. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do. Get on the laptop and see if you can't find out who owned that cabin before Ms. Warren." Dean instructed as he headed for the door. "I'm gonna call dad and find out what they did with the body."

"Yeah, like he'll answer his phone." Sam muttered pulling out his laptop and firing it up.

"Sam" Dean warned opening the door. "Lay off dad, okay?"

"Fine" Sam huffed as he tapped furiously on the keys.

Shaking his head Dean stepped out of the room and shut the door. Taking his cell out of his jacket pocket he hit his dad's speed dial number and put the phone to his ear. Getting the senior Winchester's voice mail he quickly cut the call and punched in a number he hadn't used in a long time. Three rings later he heard a gruff 'hello'. "Bobby, its Dean Winchester." He greeted. "I need your help…No, nothing like that. I just have a question about something that happened a long time ago. I'd ask dad but he's not answering his phone and I really need…yes sir. What happened to, ummm, to Mrs. Pool's body? You guys did salt and burn it, right?...Bobby, you still there?...We're in Billings, Tennessee…Yeah, Sam and me…What? Please tell me you're kidding…shit! Okay, listen I gotta go. I'll talk to you…you don't have to do that Bobby…yes sir…See you later then. Thanks, Bobby"

Flipping his phone shut Dean spun around and kicked the wall. Furious about what he'd learned he raised his hand to throw his cell and stopped hitting speed dial instead. He waited for the beep and then spoke. "You no account son of a bit**! How could you send us here knowing it was her?! What, you don't think that witch screwed Sammy up enough the first time? All those months of nightmares and panic attacks not enough for you old man?! Or is this some kind of sick test? Some stupid test for Sammy to prove he's still a good hunter or something?! Whatever it is you can forget it! I refuse to stand by and watch Sammy go through that again! Sammy and I are outta here!" Snapping the lid shut Dean angrily shoved the phone back in his pocket. After giving himself several minutes alone to cool down, he went back into the motel room and walked over to the table where Sam was sitting. "Get your stuff. We're leaving." He announced.