A/N: Okay so I am happy to see that someone is reading my story that I am posting like two more chapters. I just finished fourteen and sent it to my beta. Please review and tell me something good, bad, anything please. Thanks for reading on with the story.

Chapter Six- Arrival at the Hospital.

The tallest boy with John rushed to me and Jordan's side. As soon as he saw that I was relatively okay his attention turned to the bloody mess that was Jordan. When he placed his fingers on his neck, I knew he was checking for a pulse. He sighed with relief, which I took as a good sign that he still had one. I released a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. He had turned to his father and told him that Jordan still had a pulse, though they needed to get him to a hospital fast.

With that John said, "Okay, Dean you help me carry him out. Sam, you carry Brittani out."

It suddenly clicked in both boy's heads why I had looked so familiar to them. Dean moved to help his dad and Sam moved to pick me up. He made the mistake of trying to pick me up with my left side facing him. As soon as his body made contact with my left arm I cried out in pain. This caused him to jerk back and ask me, "What's wrong? Are you okay."

I managed to get out that I thought my left arm was pulled out of the socket. Once I said that he moved to my right side while apologizing. I told him it was okay, that he didn't know. He lifted me with such ease into his arms; it surprised me that he was so strong at such a young age.

Reaching the outside I noticed that the 'cool kids' weren't there anymore. I made a mental note to ask one of our rescuers if there had been anyone out front when they got there. I was placed in the back seat of a black 67 Chevy Impala. While Jordan, on the other hand, was place in the trucks passenger seat. John got into the driver's side of the truck after he told Dean something. Dean made his way over to the Impala and got into the driver's side. He said that his dad was going to call my mom and tell her to meet us at the hospital and that we are going to follow him there. He also said that I was not to say that I was attacked by a ghost or anything along those lines. I agreed, stating that nobody would believe me anyway. I didn't want to end up in the loony bin, though I felt like I belonged in one after tonight.

Dean gave a hearty chuckle and told me I would get use to the idea of there being ghosts and other things out there that went bump in the night, that it was always a shock to people at first. Hearing that statement, it all clicked into place why they moved around so much and why they were able to get rid of the ghost. They hunted these things and it was what my dad and their dad talked about when they were talking about hunting. I had always thought that they were talking about hunting deer or something. Having come to that realization, it made me wonder what they had seen and why they did what they did. My mind was going a million miles a minute trying to process all this, trying to figure out what was out there.

Then the question of whether or not the ghost was really gone came to mind. I mean, they wanted to get out of there pretty fast. It could have been because we were hurt but also because she wasn't gone. I decided to take a chance and ask them. I called "Hey Sam?" He looked back at me. I said, "Is the ghost gone?"

He cast a questioning glance at his brother as if asking what he should tell me. I guess they decided on the truth because he told me that she wasn't gone and wouldn't be until they found her remains. Once they found them, they would salt and burn them, thus getting rid of her for good or at least they hoped so. Sam told me that ghosts sometimes didn't have remains and were held to this world by a personal artifact.

This was as good a time as ever to ask about the so called 'cool kids' so I did. I called "Sam?" He turned back to me again. "Was there anybody outside when you guys got there?"

He and Dean both gave me a weird look. Once they answered, I knew why. They said that there was no one outside when they got there and asked me why I had asked. I told them the story of how we were dared to go into there by the so called 'cool kids' for three hours. Dean stated that we weren't the first to go into a haunted house on dare and that the person who issued the dare normally didn't wait to see if you did it once you were out of sight. I nodded my head, showing that I heard him. Then Dean stated that we were at the hospital.

Parking the cars, we all got out. Sam went to carry me but I protested that I could walk. My protests were in vain as I was carried anyway into the emergency room. We were instantly surrounded by nurses and doctors. All their voices were jumbled and seemed to merge into one. I suddenly felt myself being pulled from Sam's arms and placed onto a gurney. I missed the warmth of his arms and the safety they offered to me.

They went to wheel me away but I grabbed onto Sam's hand with my good one, telling him that I didn't want to be left alone with a bunch of strangers. He understood that I also meant that I didn't know what to tell them about any of this. I was wheeled into x-rays and had to let go of Sam, though he would be waiting right outside the door for me when they were done. Once they x-rayed my arm, they took me to a room and started to examine me for any other injuries. The only other injuries found were some minor bruising on my back from being thrown into the wall. After they were done with the examination, they started to ask questions about how I sustained my injuries.

I had noticed that in the entrance to the emergency room John had whispered something to Sam. Thinking that I hadn't heard them, they asked again how I sustained my injuries. Sam spoke up, stating that Jordan and I had gone into the abandoned house on West Meadow Road where we were attacked by some guy. I took over and told them that I managed to call my mom, though I didn't get to tell her much except that we were at the old abandoned house and needed to get picked up. We had locked ourselves into the girl Lilly's room. The guy who was in the house picked the lock. Jordan tried to fight him off but he couldn't and the guy pulled a knife on him and cut him up and then came over to me. I tried to fight him as well only to be thrown into a wall and then he started to pull on my left arm. I told them that's when John and the boys showed up, calling for us to come out we had to get home. I said that I started screaming for help and they must have heard me because they came into the house yelling for us to hold on that they were coming and the guy took off running.

They then asked if I got a good look at his face. I told them that he was wearing a mask so I couldn't see it. One of them stated that I would have to tell this to the police tomorrow but for now I needed to rest and that they would be back in after they checked out my x-ray. I called out to the doctor asking if they could tell me anything about Jordan's condition. She told me that she would check on it for me. I thanked her and she left. Sam wrapped his arms around me, telling me that everything would be alright and that I was safe now. I had just realized that I had started to cry. Everything had finally caught up to me and I was scared but I felt safe in Sam's arms. I felt a little tired and closed my eyes, my crying stopping for now as I rested lightly in Sam's warm, safe arms.