Sam tried his hardest not to fidget in the backseat, but he couldn't stop worrying that Dean was going to do something to get himself killed. He just had to hope that Alec would be able to keep Dean in line.

"You might as well relax, it's going to be awhile before we get where we're going," Vince's voice startled Sam out of his thoughts.

"I thought it was a two day hike to your Dad's house…" Sam muttered.

Vince glanced at Sam in the rearview mirror, "It is if you start at the trailhead, but we're not starting there. The road to the house is mostly in tack, there's just a section that was washed away by a flood. Once we reach that part we have to walk, but it's only a few hours from there."

Sam didn't answer so Vince continued, "I am looking forward to adding your brother's car to my collection…"

Sam glared at the older man; if he wasn't stuck in the backseat he would have hit him. "You're sick, you know that? You take people you don't like up here and let something else do your dirty work."

Vince smiled and it made Sam's stomach turn. "So you do believe in ghosts, wonderful! Is that what brought you here? It always amazes me, the number of people that actually believe."

"How many people have you brought here to kill?" Sam asked in disgust.

"More than you would think. People know to not mess with me or my family…"

Sam hated this man; he brought people to their deaths just because they disagreed with him or with one of his sons, and now they were next.

"My father was an idiot; he let everyone walk all over him, including my mother. One day though, he'd had enough of her telling him what to do, and he snapped. He killed her, but told everyone that she'd drowned. I tried to go back, but he wouldn't let me in; said I was just as bad as her and he never wanted to see me again. It wasn't a week later and he died. The reports said he shot himself, but there was no way it was suicide. He was shot in the chest and there were signs that he had been strangled."

Sam listened to everything Vince said to try and figure out what they were dealing with.

"I buried him next to my mother just to spite him. I didn't care if he killed himself or not at the time, I only cared that he was dead. He deserved what he got, for killing my mother…I never wanted to be like him; I never let anyone tell me what to do and look where I am now."

"A pycho with too much power…what a great role model," Sam answered sarcastically.

Vince's sharp eyes focused on him again and a shiver almost went through him with the intensity of the stare.

"You act brave now, but just wait until you're staring death in the face. Your blood will turn to ice and you will try and run, but you won't make it out; no one ever has…"

They were in the middle of the woods when they stopped and Sam saw that they were where the road had washed out. Vince opened the back door, but as soon as he was standing Vince turned him around and cuffed his hands behind his back. He let out a huff of air, but he didn't fight or try to stop Vince.

The Impala rumbled up beside them and Sam could see Dean's frown as he turned off the engine and stepped from the car. Dean and Alec were both cuffed like Sam was before the three Taylor's started to lead them through the woods.

Sam trailed back until he was closer to Dean and Alec and whispered, "There could be two ghosts. Vince's father killed his mother and then I think she came back and killed him, but I'm not sure…"

"What are they going to do with us?" Dean asked quietly.

"Toss us inside and let the ghosts kill us," Sam muttered.

"You think they'll just leave after they throw us inside?" Dean asked doubtfully.

Sam shook his head, "No, but he seems pretty sure that the ghosts will take care of us…"

"Are we going to make a break for it?" Alec asked after a moment.

Sam looked to Dean and he replied, "Not yet…they're already taking us where we need to go, but if things start to go south we'll make a move…"

"How are we going to dig up the bones? We don't have any supplies or weapons…" Sam said in concern.

"We'll figure it out. If we have to, we'll come back after we throw these guys off," Dean replied.

"That's another thing," Sam started, but his voice was even quieter now. "What are we going to do with them? They're the ones bringing people up here to die and I don't think they're going to stop even once the ghosts are gone…"

"Let's just see how this plays out; if we have to, we'll get the authorities involved," Dean reassured and Sam nodded his approval.

It was a long walk and since his hands were behind his back, it was difficult to keep his balance. Sam saw that Dean was having similar problems, but Alec seemed to be walking just fine, his DNA must help with balance too. The Taylor's left them alone for the most part, but they only let them stop a few times to rest. It had been almost morning by the time they left the bar and now it was getting close to evening again.

"I thought you said it would only take a few hours?" Sam asked at one of their few stops.

Vince smiled, "I thought we'd take the scenic route."

Dean rolled his eyes, "That was so nice of you, but can we get on with it already; the suspense is killing me."

Alec chuckled, but Sam watched Vince carefully; he didn't want one of Dean's remarks to set him off.

"You seem eager to face your death…should I speed it up for you?" Vince stepped toward Dean and pointed his gun at his chest. Sam and Alec both started to move, but Nathan and Cody held them back.

Dean stared back at Vince evenly, "If you were going to shoot us, you would have done it already."

"How can you be so sure?" Vince asked with his lips curved in a snarl.

"It's easier to just have us walk there instead of dragging dead bodies all the way up the mountain," Dean stated.

It was silent for a minute until Vince broke out laughing. "You have a good point there. It would take more work to drag you to the house," Vince said as he put his gun away.

Sam let out his breath in relief. He walked over to Dean once they started moving again. "Could you not get yourself killed before we get there?"

Dean shot him a cocky smile, "I knew he wasn't going to shoot me."

"He's insane Dean, he might just shoot you for no reason at all!"

"Yeah, but I just gave him one good reason not to shoot me," Dean replied seriously.

Sam didn't have anything to say to that; he'd underestimated Dean. He knew Vince was crazy and could kill them at any minute, but Dean had found a way to get them to where they needed to be.

It was dark by the time they reached the house. It was run down with age, but Sam could imagine how beautiful it had once been with the river running beside it. It was a one story house with a porch wrapped around the front and the shed was off to the side.

Vince stopped at the porch and looked at each of them in turn. "Alright, let's have the youngest go first," he said as he reached out and grabbed Alec's shoulder. Alec didn't know how to deal with a ghost, and Sam and Dean knew they needed to be in there first.

Sam and Dean both moved. Cody grabbed Dean, but he threw him off and stood in front of Vince. "Let me go first. Please."

Vince considered him, but then pushed Alec toward the door. Dean took another step forward, but a shot rang out. A bullet tore through Dean's shoulder and made him stumble forward. Sam saw red when he saw that it was Cody who had shot Dean and he charged at the man.

His hands were still behind his back, but he plowed into Cody with his shoulder and knocked them both to the ground. Sam's surprise attack had knocked the wind out of Cody and had given him the upper hand. He got to his feet and kicked Cody in the face to knock him out.

Sam turned and saw that Alec had managed to get his handcuffs off and had taken out Nathan. He had Nathan's gun pointed at Vince, but Vince had his gun pointed at Dean's head.

Alec held his position as Sam stepped up beside him. Vince roughly drug Dean to his feet and Sam didn't miss Dean's wince of pain. He pulled Dean with him as he walked up the porch steps.

"The three of you have been more trouble than I thought, but your time is up. If you want him, you'll have to come in after him," Vince said; his eyes were wide with insanity.

Vince walked through the front door with Dean in tow. As soon as they were through the door, Alec lowered his gun and quickly picked the lock on Sam's handcuffs. They didn't waste any time to run in after Dean.

Hope you guys still like it, I should be able to post another chapter soon!