"So I was checking out the history of the place and it turns out that the isolation chambers hadn't always been there," Sam began filling Dean in as they both sat at the nearby table to have their dinner. "There used to be a cemetery there before that. So it's possible that whoever was buried in that cemetery…."
"…is coming back to haunt the place and turning these people crazy," Dean completed the sentence nodding his head, "Guess it all makes sense now."
"What does?" Sam asked his brother, quizzically. He slowly started to eat his food, no longer having anything to talk about.
"Well, while you were digging into the history of the place, I went back to talk to the families of the rest of the victims and I finally figured out what they all have in common," Dean said, taking a pause to take a big, juicy bite out of his burger.
Sam waited patiently for Dean to talk, but it didn't look like he was planning on doing that anytime soon. He looked like he was enjoying the food way too much, and it made Sam feel a little uncomfortable. "Um, Dean…"
"Hmmm?" Dean looked up at him attentively and then realised that Sam was still waiting for him to continue. "Oh, yeah. They were all Russian."
Dean waited until he had swallowed the bite and then continued, "Apparently they have lived here for a couple of decades but they're all originally from Russia."
"So maybe whoever's haunting these chambers is Russian," Sam theorised, "It makes sense right? Maybe that's why he chose these victims and let the rest of them go."
"That's what I thought too," Dean told him, "But how many Russian's do you think were buried in that graveyard? There have to be at least a couple, and how are we supposed to dig up the body and burn the bones with the chambers on top of 'em?"
"Let's concentrate on one thing at a time. First we'll find out who did this and then we'll figure out how to kill it," Sam said.
"I don't know man. It seems more complicated than that. I think we might need some help on this," Dean replied. Sam raised his eyebrows and huffed at him.
"Are you serious right now? Dean Winchester admitting that he needs help?" Sam snorted, "Well, that's new."
Dean narrowed his eyes at the taunt that was clearly meant for him, "You done? Now can we get back to work?"
"Sure," Sam shrugged, trying to look serious, his lips twitching.
"Look all I'm saying is that I don't know where to start with this case and neither do you," Dean tried to explain it the best that he could, "Cause this isn't like our normal case, Sam. We need help."
"I know, I know, and you are right," Sam admitted, "We do need help, and I know just the person to call for it."