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Chapter 4

"Dude, what can be worse than that?" Dean asked, and just as he was about to speak again, there was an angry knock on the door.

"Dad's here… that was quick…"

"This doesn't mean you're getting out of this conversation!" Dean said angrily as he got up to answer the door. His dad flew in. He looked outraged.

"Where is that brother of yours? I'm gonna salt him!" John yelled, holding his gun out in front of him, frantically searching the room for any sign of Sam's spirit.

"Oh, hi Dad. Nice to see you too! He's dead and you still want to argue with him!"

"Not exactly dead, remember." Click. Stop. Rewind. John jumped a little as Dean's homemade EMF meter sprung to life beside him.

"How's he communicating through that? Oh save it for later! Did he tell you what he did to me?" John said, ignoring Sam's comment for the moment, he sat down. Trying to compose himself.

"You really going to salt me, Dad?"

"What did you do, Sam?" Dean asked, slightly amused, that his brother had wound his father to the point of murder, if it could be classed as that.

"Only what I had to, to get him to come here quickly." Both Dean and John could hear Sam's amusement, which was starting to get Dean smiling almost to the point of laughing. He was not sure whether to risk laughing out loud, as much as a good laugh would do them all good.

"He damn near scared the shit out of me! That's what he did!" John said, trying to be calm. "I got out of bed, it was still dark, opened the curtains to look out of the window and he was standing there, flickering in and out like a light. Just staring at me. Then I see written on the window 'BOO DADDY'. Then he charged at me, like a gust of wind whispering 'I am with Dean. We need you. Now.' What's more is, he has this freaky power to send waves of panic racing through you!" John sort of smiled, luckily the panic was over, it could have been worse, both of his sons could be dead. On the way there he had been thinking the worst. He too had not known where he was going, he just drove, and something else had led the way.

"I am a spirit, it's my job." Sam's voice sounded so innocent, almost childlike, John could not help but let go of his anger; he smiled and looked at Dean, whose face was screwed up trying not to laugh. "I was also high on electricity."

"It's okay, Dean, if you must laugh, do it now."

"Yes, sir." Dean managed to say before bursting out in a fit of laughing to the point where he could no longer stand up. He had not laughed so much in a long time; anybody would have thought he was hysterical. It was funny, an experienced hunter like his dad getting scared.

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"Okay Sammy, time to talk. What's going on?" Dean asked when his hysterics had finally finished, much to his and John's relief, bringing back a little sanity to the motel room.

"Good question, Dean. What's this about not exactly being dead?" John added.

"Not exactly, as in my body is still alive at the moment." John and Dean exchanged an excited and hopeful glance, desperate hope stabbed their hearts, and they both wanted so much to be able to save Sam.

"Can't you get back in it?" John asked, but he knew that if he could he would have by now.

"No, I'm not the only one either. The other 'gifted ones' are there too. They're trapped… I got out… somehow… it seems… even like this I still have some powers."

"Do you still get visions?" Dean asked, he could tell Sam was running low on energy; his speech was slowing.

"Yeah, but they're not painful… they just drain me… that's the reason I came to you… we need your help… but I am putting you in danger too."

"Why Sammy?" John asked. He was curious to find out what the hell was going on.

"The Demon had more than two children, they're out for revenge, and they know I've escaped... That's why I brought you and Dad here…they're planning a ritual to join together into one…in order to do that they need our spirits… we must stop them." His voice was becoming fainter by the second.

"Where are the bodies being kept?" John asked, it worried him how weak Sam's voice had become.

"There's a cave a hundred miles from here… that's where we are… but we are being watched constantly… the last person who dared to wake up was ripped to pieces... she will never have the chance to live again…we have two days at the most… safe here for now… I must go… need energy…" Click. Stop. Rewind. "How much battery does your car have, Dean?"

"Dude, this is not the time for humour! Don't even think about draining my car! I will kick your ass!" Suddenly afraid for his car, the poor girl had been through enough.

"How can you kick my ass if you can't see me!" Sam replied and Dean felt a rush of cool air blow past him.

"You just wait Sammy!" He could only guess that Sam had left. Dean looked at his Dad, who wore a small smirk on his face. "He's like a five year old on a sugar rush!"

"Do you get the idea there's something he's not telling us?" John asked, he had a feeling there was something Sam was not telling them.

To be continued…

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