"Hey, Sammy." Dean greeted me as I walked into the motel room dumping my things on the floor and stumbling to my bed, still dumbfounded by the experience in the forest only minutes ago.

"Gonna come with us for a salt and burn, Sammy? We think we found our angry little spirit that we got on our hands. Some poor girl 20 years back, was left for dead out in the forest. And we think these three gents were responsible." Dean said chucking the pictures of the three victims onto the bed next to me.

"Yeah. Yeah sure. Whatever." I reluctantly replied.

"Gotta find the body, so better get ready for some diggin." Dean chuckled slapping me on the shoulder.

The night passed and at midnight Dad, Dean and I went into the forest. And I was still left of the memories from that day of the snap that Tilly had have, hoping she was okay.

"Okay boys, let's get diggin'." John said throwing a shovel to Dean as they began to dig.

My job, as always was to hold the torch, riveting stuff I know. But Dad didn't trust me with the heavy duty stuff yet, that was always Dean's job and he'd always accepted it willingly.

"Got it!" Dean yelled out. Taking the salt and lighter fluid spreading it across the skeleton.

And then out of nowhere Dean went flying. "Sam! Get Down!" John yelled. Firing a shot into the darkness.

"Men, like you. They disgust me." I heard a voice spit, but I knew that voice. I looked up and it was her. It was Tilly.

Her hands gripped at John's throat pinning him against the tree. And all I could do was stand there in complete shock, it had to be a dream. Another dream right? But I was proven wrong when I felt her hands grip at me, moving all along my body. "You understand don't you Sammy? You won't let them hurt me will you?" She held my face in her hands caressing my cheek as I felt tears spring free from my eyes.

I knew she was a monster. But to me she still felt beautiful I was terrified not only for myself, but for her. "They hurt me, but you won't hurt me Sam." She said desperately clinging to me.

"Hey lady." Dean said nonchalantly. Throwing the lit match onto the Skelton that lay beside him.

"They hurt me! They raped me! They left me for dead Sam! I was so young... Please Sam, don't let them hurt me.." Tilly screeched. And that's when the girl that I had once cared for so much burnt up before my very eyes.

Chapter 8

The next day, we left that town. And I was going to start again. Like always.

"Sorry you didn't get to say goodbye to that chick of yours, Sammy." Dean said from the front seat, turning up the radio playing the 'greatest rock n roll hits.'

"That's ok, Dean... I think we did say goodbye." I looked out the window of the impala as we roared along the road. And that's the moment I knew, I really was cursed.

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Dedicated to my beautiful friend, Abbie x