Ghost Gospel

Chapter 2

Authors Note: If you are reading this I hope you enjoyed Chapter One! Please enjoy reading Chapter Two and let me know what you think in your reviews or private message me! Thanks guys! =)

Disclaimer: I still sadly don't own either the song lyrics or the characters. D=

"On a stormy sea of moving emotion,

Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean.

I set a course for winds of fortune,

But I hear the voices say."

Dean was the first to clamber out of the car in hot, sticky Ohio. Sam followed suit, slamming his door behind him. Dean turned to look at Sam over the roof of the impala, resting his elbows on it gently.

"Right then? Lets find out who this ghost is."

Sam butted in rather abruptly, "If it is a ghost."

Dean just shook his head and moved on towards the brightly lit hospital.

The change in temperature between the outside world and the hospital entrance was dramatic. Neither brothers could help but shiver. They approached the front desk and Dean cast an eye toward Sam. Sam just nodded. Dean flipped the FBI badge's out and spoke in a clear, deep voice.

"Agent Angus, FBI, and this is my college Agent Young, also FBI. We are here to see Lucy Wallis. Asking questions about the attack."

The women behind the counter looked at the badges for a minute, before nodding and gesturing in the direction of the corridor. Rising from her seat.

"I warn you." The nurse stated, "She is in a feeble way."

"That is alright." Dean continued, "We just need to ask her a few questions."

The nurse paused, "I'm not going to lie, I thought you guys had sorted out her case last week – stated she was mentally challenged and must have been hallucinating?"

Sam coughed, "New information was found. We are just looking into it."

The secretary nodded and led them down the white corridors.

Dean glanced thankfully at Sam as the followed in suit.

The nurse stopped and a door with just a small window inside, she gestured toward it with her arm.

"This is it. Her doctor is just over there –" She said pointing in the direction of a slim, ginger haired lady flicking through some files, "- speak to her if you have any problems getting through to Lucy. I warn you though, she is still shaken up."

Dean slipped the door open and, followed by Sam, they moved into the frosty room. Only to see Lucy sitting turned away from them facing the stained window. She was silent, but before as Dean began to talk her face flushed with colour and she turned to face them, anger searing through her eyes.

Dean had asked, "Lucy. We have come to ask you a few questions."

"You're wasting your time. No one believes me." She turned her face away again.

This time Sam chipped in, "We're not anyone. We actually want to know what happened."

"Yeah right." She snarled, "You just want to make a better story for you reports and blah blah."

Dean attempted to talk, "We're not reporters. We're FBI. I am Agent Angus, and this is Agent –"

Lucy cut Dean up rather abruptly, "FBI. Blah, Blah. Posh little shits."

Sam put his arm across Dean's chest, to prevent him from doing anything stupid, "Look, Lucy. We just want to find some stuff out. We just need to know what happened, we'll be out of your hair after we've asked some questions."

Lucy paused, as if considering the offer, before turning back around and looking at the two brothers. She pointed to the chairs in the corner of the room, "Fine. Five minuets."

Sam dipped his head gratefully and took a seat, urging Dean to do the same.

"All we want to know –" Sam asked, "Is what happened?"

Lucy groaned, "I've told everyone. It was this. I went home, my husband was waiting. He got a baton and beat me to a pulp."

Dean looked at Lucy with his confused expression, "But your husbands dead."

Lucy growled, "You don't think I don't know that."

Sam hushed Dean, before looking back at Lucy, "Would you be able to tell us how your husband died?"

"How is that relevant?"

"It just is."

"Alright." She paused, "Ernie died in a car accident three years ago. Another drunk driver hit his car and he died."

Dean scowled confused. Sam continued, "You didn't happen to feel any coldspots when you entered your house."

Lucy slunk backwards, "No. Not that I know off. Why is that necessary?"

"Just curious." Sam continued, "Lucy, are you sure he died in a car accident?"

Lucy sniffed angrily, "Yes, I'm flaming sure! I saw his mingled body –" She paused taking a breath, obviously feeling emotional, "- on the bleeding pavement."

Briefly Lucy turned her head away avoided all eye contact with the two brothers.

Dean perked in, "You didn't smell any sulphur or see something unnatural did you?"

Lucy snorted, "My dead husband in my house was slightly unnatural."

Dean cocked his head in a respectful gesture as if to say 'good point'.

Sam turned back to Lucy, "Lucy do you think you husband had any reason to want revenge on you?"

Lucy's eyes turned from anger to fear, she leapt up and pointed towards the door, "Get out! NOW!"

Sam and Dean jumped to their feet, "Lucy –"

"I don't know who you think you are, but I want you out. NOW!" Lucy was yelling now.

Sam and Dean held their hands up in submission as Dean spoke, "Alright, we are leaving." They shuffled towards the door, but as they left Dean's eyes caught the windowsill and he noticed something strange. Salt. He stopped dead his eyes fixated on the window, before turning back to Lucy, "Salt?"

"A Keeps ghost out doesn't it." She huffed.

Sam looked curious, "How do you know that?"

"Please." Lucy stated sarcastically, "Everyone knows that."

Dean pulled back a rug on the floor curiously and sure enough a Demon Trap was drawn over the floor. He paused, "But not everyone knows about these."

Sam asked curiously, "Are you a hunter?"

Lucy answered too fast, "No."

Dean looked carefully at Lucy, "You can trust us you know. We are hunters too. I am Dean and this is Sam, Winchester. We're not FBI."

Lucy took a step back, "Winchesters?"
"Yes." They replied together.

"GET OUT NOW." Lucy yelled in fear.

Dean looked taken aback, "Whatever is wrong, we can help, Lucy."

"No you can't. GET OUT NOW." She was in tears now, nervously shoving them out of the door.

Sam looked at Dean and hauled him towards and out of the door giving in to Lucy, "There is no way, Dean."

Dean nodded and the exited the room slightly nervously.

Once they had left the room, Sam looked up and down the corridor and noticed the ginger haired women from earlier, Lucy's doctor, reading through some files, so he urged Dean to follow him.

"Hi?"

The Doctor kept reading the files in front of her, but answered, "Hey, what can I do for you?"

"I'm Agent Young, FBI and this is my college Agent Angus." Sam noted to the Doctor.

She raised her head from the files and looked at the two men slowly, her ginger hair fell to below her middle back and it was tied back neatly in a pony tail. She had a few freckles on her nose, and her eyes were a deep, chocolate brown. "Hi, I'm Lorraine, How can I help you?"
Sam continued, "We are looking into, Lucy Wallis's case, about her attacker. You don't happen to have any information on it do you?"

Lorraine smiled, "I have bits and pieces, but I thought you'd cleared this up?" She paused and huffed.

Dean looked curious, "You don't agree?"

"No. I don't." Lorraine was trying to keep her cool, "This women isn't like my usual patient, I think she's perfectly sain."

Sam looked and Dean, "This is what we wanted to talk to you about."

Lorraine gestured in the direction of a room, "My office. Less people around."

As Sam and Dean sat down in chairs in the office, Lorraine let her hair out of her ponytail and put her hands on the desk as if to intimidate the boys, "FBI? Seriously guys, you have got to do better."

Sam and Dean shared the same look of confusion and nerves.

Lorraine held out her hand, "Lorraine Creaser. Daughter of Martin Creaser."

Dean and Sam just stared, but Sam gulped back surprise, "Martin had a daughter?"

Lorraine smiled, "Your looking at her."

"But you're a Doctor?" Dean asked.

"Good observation. I am a Doctor, but also a Hunter."

Sam smiled in respect, "So you believe that this Wallis problem could be a ghost."

Lorraine shook her head, "Not a ghost, but a witness."

"What?" Dean asked.

Lorraine bit her tongue, "Please tell me you know about the witnesses."

Sam nodded, "If you mean the raising of the witnesses, we stopped it – so it can't be."

Lorraine shook her and moved to her bookshelves, before pulling a large, old book off and slamming it on the desk. "There is some old law about the witnesses." She flicked through the pages; "Oh and thank you for stopping them when you did, one had a knife to my throat."

"No problem…" Dean said quietly.

"Here." Lorraine pointed a finger to a passage on the pain, whilst she gave it to Sam she spoke it out of memory, "When the witnesses rise, few serve a higher purpose. They are respectful and go out to do only what they feel right to avenge what happened to them in their lives. Even after the rise is crushed these witnesses may go on living for millennium until they have served their purpose for death."

Dean shivered, "Great. How do we stop them?"

Lorraine looked nervously, "Here's the problem, no one knows. There may not even be a way, they are invincible until they have fulfilled their task and then they return to the dead."

"Fantastic." Dean scowled.