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Sam didn't know how long he was alone in the woods. He wasn't sure if it was hours, days, or even weeks. He became very familiar with the surrounding woods, and since he couldn't go too far away from his body, Sam tried to move it. Unluckily for Sam, he couldn't quite figure out how to become corporeal yet. Any attempt at pushing his form ended with Sam's arm going through his unmoving form. Why Sam couldn't move or touch his corporeal body but could lean against a tree was a mystery to him.

It was leaning against a tree that Sam first heard it: the sound of leaves crunching under boots. Was there someone there? Sam wasn't too close to his body - he didn't like looking at it - so he couldn't move any farther away. His curiosity was peaked; nothing interesting happened in the woods, and now there was a person? Who the hell would be out here?

Sam thought he would die all over again. Walking through the underbrush towards him was none other than Dean.

"Dean! How did you find me? I'm so happy to see you! Are you mad I lost your homemade EMF detector? I swear I'll never make fun of it again. Where..." Sam trailed off as Dean walked right past him without so much as a glance. Sam's heart sank. Dean couldn't see him. Dean didn't know he was there. To be honest, Dean looked like shit.

Shoulders hunched, hands shoved into leather jacket pockets, Dean looked defeated. Dark circles were prominent under dull, lifeless eyes that didn't stray too far from the ground. Sam fell into step behind his brother wondering just how long it had been since he left his brother in the airport.

"Dean? You need to see me. Dean, I'm right here next to you. Dean?" Sam's efforts were in vain. His brother showed no sign of acknowledging his presence.

Dean's footsteps slowed. He shuffled over to a patch of moss and sat down, leaning against a tree. Sam started pacing in front of Dean, growing agitated. "Why can't you see me? I'm right here, Dean. I'm RIGHT HERE!" The temperature started to drop as Sam became more agitated. "I need to find Jessica's killer, but I can't do that while I'm tied to my body. You're a hunter, can't you-"

Sam was cut off by an explosion of movement. Dean was on his feet in a flash, eyes darting back and forth. A quick breath showed a cloud of white, and Dean's eyes got impossibly wider. He turned around and yelled, "DAD!"

Turning back around, Dean started to move slowly, cautiously, eyes scanning the surrounding woods. "Sammy?"

Sam sighed in relief. "Dean. I knew you would find-"

"Sammy, are you there?" Dean had a box in his hand now. Salt.

"Dean, I'm here. Can't you... see... me?" Sam's voice trailed off as he realized his brother could not see him. The only indication Sam was there was the cold air.

More footsteps. John appeared a few second later. "Dean, what is it?" Seeing the white cloud of air form as he talked, John pulled out a gun from his waistband. "Sam?"

Dean nodded. "I think so, but he won't show himself."

Sam clenched his hands into fists. "I'm TRYING to show you I'm here, but you won't LISTEN!"

With a surge of anger, Sam punched the tree to his left. Much to his surprise, his hand didn't go through the tree. In fact, his hand left a dent in the bark and caused the whole tree to lean a little to the left. The two older Winchesters turned to the tree, hands tightening on their respective weapons. Sam noticed Dean also had a gun now.

"Sam?" Dean slowly walked towards the tree, his eyebrows rising when he saw the dent in the tree. "Dad, look at this. It's a small dent in the tree."

Sam looked from his hand to the tree. If he could punch trees, maybe he could... Reaching out, Sam tried to touch Dean's shoulder. His hand went straight through. Frustrated, Sam leaned back his head and let out a scream.

When Sam looked back, Dean and John were lying on the ground.

Dean didn't know what was happening. One second he was examining a tree which he was fairly sure was punched, and the next second he was thrown by who knows what through the air, his gun flying away from him. Now Dean was pushing himself onto his elbows and surveying the area. Whatever this was, it definitely wasn't-

"Sam." John gasped. Dean looked over to his dad. John was gawking at... what?

Dean followed his dad's gaze, and his mouth dropped. There, looking back at him, was Sam. Well, not exactly Sam. He kept flickering; Sam was a spirit.

"S-Sam?" Dean slowly got to his feet. Spirit Sam was looking as bewildered as John. "Sammy, can you hear me?"

"Dean? You can see me?" Spirit Sam flickered. "Dad? What're you doing here?"

John got to his feet and tried to compose his features. "Sam, what happened? Where's your..." He trailed off, not sure how to approach the subject of Sam's body.

Spirit Sam grimaced. "I tried, dad. I really tried, but I couldn't, I mean, I didn't, I wasn't..." Spirit Sam was getting worked up. "I failed!"

Spirit Sam was flickering less frequently, but Dean wasn't so sure that was a good thing. "Sam, you didn't fail. You, you were braver than me-"

"And look where that got me! I'm DEAD, Dean. I had a good life at Stanford, and then the both of you had to go and ruin that for me. Now my body is decaying in the underbrush over there and I'm stuck haunting this small patch of woods because I can't go to rest without avenging Jessica!" Spirit Sam was breathing heavily, the wind had picked up significantly, and Dean was wondering if his brother's ghost was going to kill him.

Dean tried to calm Spirit Sam down. "Sam-"

"No, I will not calm down! I will not talk about how I need to let go, and I will not rest until the yellow-eyed demon is dead!" Sam turned on John, his look of anger turning to one of pure unadulterated rage.

John had picked up his dropped gun and was now pointing it at Spirit Sam. "I'm sorry son." With that, John fired his gun.

Spirit Sam was gone, at least for the time being.

"C'mon Dean. We have to salt and burn your brother's remains before he comes back. Rock salt won't keep him away forever."