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Sam sat for a moment, startled into action when Dean let out a groan before rolling onto his side one hand around his ribs, the other clutching his arm.

"Dean, are you ok man?" Sam said, scrambling to his feet and retrieving the flashlight before falling to his knees beside his brother.

"Yeah, just a scratch," Dean replied through gritted teeth, in obvious pain "we should get out of here before…"

Dean stopped talking as both brothers attentions were drawn to one of the piles of boxes which were moving violently about spilling their contents. The broken objects began to levitate before being thrown towards the Winchesters; sitting ducks in their current position.

Luckily for them, the spirit seemed intent on throwing as many object as possible and seemingly wasn't bothering too much about aiming.

"C'mon Dean, time to go" Sam said, hauling his brother to his feet, simultaneously ducking and dodging the projectiles flying their way.

The hunters ran towards the basement stairs, each suffering their fair share of bumps and bruises from the flying debris. Automatically shoving his brother ahead of himself in a bid to protect him as much as possible in the current situation, Dean looked towards the boxes as he headed up the stairs.

Something flickered and what he saw brought him to a standstill halfway up the steps. Stationary, Dean stared, startled when his brothers arm snaked down and grabbed his sleeve before yanking him the rest of the way up.

"Time to hustle dude" Sam said, eyes clouded with concern as he tried to gauge his brothers injures in the oppressive darkness.

"Bet I can beat you to the car Samantha" Dean said unconsciously trying to diffuse the worry he heard in his brothers voice using humour, all the while his brain ticking over with what he had just seen.

Running from the house once again, Sam took a moment to be thankful that this time at least he didn't need to support his brother. He laid a hand on Dean's shoulder, stopping him from immediately getting into the car.

"Lemme see" he said, grimacing slightly as the adrenaline left his body allowing him to feel his new aches and bruises.

"Just a scratch dude, stop fussing" Dean said, still clutching the top of his arm and his ribs, unable to successfully conceal the pain he was in.

Sam levelled his gaze, looking straight into his bothers eyes until, sighing, Dean moved the hand covering the knife wound. The youngest Winchester noted the way his brother still protectively hugged his ribs, and made a mental note to ply Dean with pain killers when they returned to their temporary home.

Though there was quite a lot of blood seeping from his brothers arm, Sam saw that for once his brother hadn't been lying about his injury. Just a scratch, albeit quite a deep one. He smiled when he realised that it wouldn't need stitches.

"So…verdict?…am I going to die?" Dean asked his brother.

"Ha ha Dean," Sam said heading for the other door of the Impala "it could have been serious, the way you yelped when it hit you I thought it had cut your arm off" he said grinning, unable to miss the opportunity to rag on his brother.

"Hey, hey, hey," Dean said, looking mortified for a moment before cocking an eyebrow at his brother "I did not 'yelp'…it was a manly groan of pain."

"Sure sounded like a yelp to me," Sam said sliding into his seat, smiling before frowning in realisation "what the hell was that anyways? We already torched Kurt's bones…unless his spirit has attached itself to an object, I'm gonna have to research this when we get back."

"It wasn't Bradley" Dean said, remembering suddenly what he had seen.

"What?" Sam said, thinking he hadn't heard his brother right as he hadn't been paying him any attention, already submerged in theories about why the spirit was still in the house.

It wasn't Kurt Bradley, never was…it was Katy Jamison".


"Your sure it was her?" Sam asked, walking into the bathroom of their motel room to, once again, retrieve the first aid kit.

"Yeah, pretty sure…maybe" Dean said, groaning as he removed his jacket and shirt. The blood had dried sticking the fabric to the wound, ripping it open slightly as he undressed.

"No biggie, I can pull up a photo of her on my laptop so you can check," Sam said leaving the bathroom "now pass me your arm"

Sitting on the bed beside his brother, Sam washed and bandaged the knife wound. "So you think it was the same spirit both times?" he asked Dean.

"Yeah dude, same MO; poltergeist like activity centring round the basement, the facts still all fit, we just had the wrong casper."

"Looks like" Sam said, booting up his laptop before tapping away at the keys. He spun it round towards his brother, revealing a 1967 newspaper article about the disappearance of Katy Jamison complete with photograph.

"That's her, that's the girl I saw," Dean stood before moving closer to the screen "although she was a little paler, guess she doesn't get out much" he said, flicking his eyes to his brother and grinning. Seeing the disapproving look Sam shot his way, his smile faltered and his eyes flicked back towards the screen.

"Well if the spirit is Katy Jamison…" Sam began before being interrupted by an indignant looking Dean.

"It is her."

"If the spirit is Katy Jamison," Sam continued acting as if he hadn't heard his brother "we have a problem."

"Oh?" Dean asked looking at his brother.

"The police never found her body."

"Ah" Dean said still staring at the screen. His eyes narrowed suddenly and he leant forward, scrutinising the photo for a moment before leaping up and bounding towards his discarded, bloody jacket. Sam looked on, puzzled expression on his face, as his brother looked through his pockets almost feverishly.

"Aha!" Dean said, holding up a tarnished, muddy, silver bracelet and turning to face his brother, a look of glee on his face which only served to confuse Sam further.

"What's wrong Francis, not enough fibre in your diet?" Dean quipped upon seeing Sam's expression "seriously, dude, the constipated look was so last season."

"Ha ha Dean," Sam said, his brow creasing to a frown "maybe I wouldn't have to look like that if you explain why your holding up an old bracelet and grinning like its an Oscar or something"

"Hmm…do they even have a category for most handsome man alive?…"

"Dean"

"Because you know they should just save time and start carving my name into one now"…

"Dean"

"Do you think I should just have my name or like, 'Dean Winchester-Sex GOD?"…

"DEAN"

"What?!"

"What is the deal with the bracelet?!"

Dean shook his head, looking at his brother with a what bracelet look on his face, before realisation finally dawned shattering his daydream.

"It's Katy's bracelet, I think she's been buried in Kurt's cellar, like that chick in Rhode Island" he said holding the jewellery out to his brother so he could take a closer look.

"Why do you think that?" Sam said, scrutinising the silver band.

"Check out the photo," Dean said, swinging the laptop round to face Sam.

Leaning in, Sam studied the image of Katy Jamison, paying particular attention to her wrist. Looking at the bracelet in his hand, he compared it to the one in the photograph. It was a perfect match.

Blowing out his cheeks he looked up at Dean's expectant face before saying "dude, I think you might be right."

"Of course I'm right Sammy boy, I'm the oldest, I'm always right."

Shaking his head at the grin plastered on his brothers face, Sam almost grimaced as he thought about what they would have to do next.

"See, there's that face again, you sure you don't need like brown bread and bran flakes?" Dean asked, the laughter evident in his voice.

"I was thinking…"

"Well if that's what everyone looks like when they think, I am officially laving all thought processes to you as of now, ain't no way I'm ever risking my face looking like that."

Sam glared at his brother a moment before continuing "like I was saying, I was thinking about how hard its going to be to salt and burn the body, we've pretty much had out asses handed to us both times we've been on the property."

"Hmm, good point. But we were unprepared both times, the bitch took us by surprise both times, this time we're going in with a clear idea as to what we're doing and what Katy Jamison's spirit is capable of" Dean said, all business.

"True, I hadn't thought of it like that," Sam said, musing "what I don't get is why her spirit is doing this anyway, why would she want to put people through what she went through?"

"Vengeful spirit dude, she's a chick too, since when did anything a woman do make sense" Dean said chuckling.

Sam yawned, stretching before turning off his laptop, "well I'm going to hit the sack," he said to his brother "gonna be a loooong night tomorrow."

"And you want to be pretty for your face to face with Katy huh, Sammy you sly dog. Night then" Dean said, shooting one last grin at his brother before undressing and getting into bed.

"Jerk"

"Bitch"


The Rhode Island reference is from Houses of the Holy, I'm guessing only die hard fans would recognise where it was from so i thought i would add a little authors note here at the end, just in case y'all were confused :)

Update tomorrow!

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XsarahX

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