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Ghost Hunters Weekend

Chapter six

"Oh my God what's she doing?!"

Dean could hear a female's voice scream in the background.

"What's going on? What's happening?" Dean gripped the phone in his hand as he listened to sounds of a struggle.

"She's stabbing him!" Unger said as he stared wide eyed at the scene in front of him.

Dean paced back and forth in front of his phone; there was nothing he could do.

Sam's arms were covered in blood from the deep wounds that Carol was inflicting. He frantically looked around for the salt gun, he knew it was the only thing that would draw the spirit out of her body but he couldn't find it. He knew she must have hidden it somewhere. Every time he would try to grab her arm she would viciously slash out at him. Then, before he could do anything, she turned the file on herself and drove the sharp instrument deep into her neck then pulled it out.

"Damn!" Sam managed to finally get to her side but he knew it was too late. She had punctured an artery and her blood shot from the wound and onto his shirt. He covered the wound with his hand but the blood just bubbled through his fingers, there was nothing he could do. "Hang in there…hang in there…." He kept repeating over and over praying that somehow she could hold on, but it useless, he felt her body go limp in his arms and knew she was gone. He then saw the Shamray exit her body and quickly disappear into the darkness of the cave. He looked over at the others in his group and could see the shock and fear on all of their faces, including Unger. He walked over to Unger and reached for the phone.

"Like my brother said, there are some nasty spirits out there." Sam said when he saw the stunned look on Unger's face.

"Sam?" Dean breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Sam's voice.

"Yeah."

"What's going on?"

"Carol's dead. She attacked me then killed herself."

"You okay?"

"Ask me that once you get us out of here." Sam said as he looked down at his bloody arms.

"Where did it go?"

"I don't know, it came out of Carol and then disappeared back into the cave."

"Do you have your gun?"

"No, she must have hid it somewhere. I'm going to go look for it."

Dean took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds; he knew without the gun his brother and the others with him were helpless.

"How's everyone holding up over there?"

Sam looked around at the group, some were crying, some were standing around in shock, not understanding what had just happened.

"Not too good. I'm going to have to try and explain to them what happened."

"You do that…..and try to keep everyone calm; we're trying to get through to you as quick as we can." Dean hoped it would be quick enough, he knew a Shamray could easily kill everyone in the room before they broke through, including his brother.

"Dean, there's something else."

"What?"

"It's getting hard to breathe in here; I think our air supply has been blocked off."

Dean swore as he slammed his hand against the wall, if the situation wasn't bad enough now this.

"You hang in there Sammy…. and try to keep those people over there as quiet and calm as possible. We'll get through to you, don't try to get through to us, conserve your energy."

"I'll try."

Sam hung up the phone then gathered everyone around. He then explained what they were dealing with, but let out the part about the dwindling oxygen, why scare them more then he had to.

"We got to stick together and keep an eye on each other. If someone's personality suddenly changes let me know."

"What are you going to do about it?" Unger asked. It was obvious the man standing in front of him knew a lot more then he did about the thing that was trapped with them.

"Try to stop it from possessing anyone else." Sam knew that without his salt gun he was helpless, he had to find it.

"So what do we do in the meantime?"

"Everyone should just sit down and try to stay as calm as possible. My brother and the others on his side should get through to us soon."

"Shouldn't we help them dig?" Someone asked.

"It's safer not to, it's safer if only one side digs."

"Why? We could break through sooner if we both dig."

"If we both dig we could inadvertently cause more rocks to slide own on either side since we can't see where the other side is digging…. It's much safer if only one side digs."

His explanation seemed to satisfy everyone. In actuality he had no idea when Dean might be able to break through to them. All they could do was sit and wait and hope that the air supply held out and that the Shamray didn't come looking for another host while they waited.

TBC