A/N: Sorry for the delay, my beta is having computer problems so she got someone else to look at it. Thanks to qsmkitten for the beta on this chapter.

Disclaimer: I still own nothing. Also I shamelessly stole the name of Caroline's husband from one of the presenters of Top Gear

Chapter Seven

"Caroline May," Sam started, "was married to a wealthy man named James May when she was 19. It was a marriage of convenience, she never really loved him and it was said that she was in love with another man. She was supposedly desperately unhappy in this marriage, even though James loved her and showered her with gifts. She was apparently so depressed that she killed herself. James was angry and upset and as a final revenge he refused to give her a Christian burial. He decided instead burying her right outside the cemetery."

"Why would he do that?"

"Because since Mediaeval times Christians believed that suicide was a grave sin because they saw it as a desecration of God's temple. By denying a suicide a Christian burial it denied them a place in heaven."

"Is that why she's a spirit?"

"It could be."

"That is one freaky belief."

"It's not just Christianity that believes suicide is a sin. It's forbidden in Jewish law in all cases and Muslims believe it has a detrimental effect on a person's spiritual journey."

"So, why is Caroline haunting a motel? Her grave I get but not the motel."

"Bobby did some digging and he found that the land the motel is built on was once owned by James May. His home was built on this very site…"

"…And that is where Caroline killed herself," Dean finished.

"Yeah."

"That explains it."

"Ever since the house was demolished and replaced with a motel at least five people have 'committed suicide' every year. All of them were men," Sam explained further.

"So Caroline is persuading men to kill themselves in some sort of revenge kick."

"Looks like."

"Ok, we'll just salt and burn her bones?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa Dean. There is no 'we'll' in this. You are not going."

"Why not?"

"Because she has latched onto you and is trying to get you to kill yourself. She has failed several times now and she is very, very angry. She wants you dead at any cost; she's pretty much said that. You are not going anywhere near her grave."

"Well, I can't stay here either. She's connected to this place too."

"Then we'll take you somewhere safe."

"That's not gonna work. Like you said, she's latched onto me; so wherever I go she will be able to find me. I want to finish this once and for all."

"Dean, you can barely stand up. How do you think you will be able to hold it together long enough to dig up her corpse to destroy it?"

"Sam, I'm not discussing this, I am coming with you and that is final." Sam gave up trying to argue with him and reluctantly agreed to let him come.

"Fine, you can come, but you're staying in the car," Dean started to protest, "No, Dean. You are staying in the car or you are not going."

"Fine, I'll stay in the car," Dean visibly deflated. "Can we just go already?"

Sam pulled up next to the cemetery and stopped the car. Dean had been quiet the entire journey; staring out of the window. The silence had almost been unbearable for Sam; with no music or Dean singing or talking about something.

"Dean," Sam broke the silence. "What's wrong?" Dean stared at Sam for a moment, as if thinking of what to say, before speaking.

"I'm scared," he hesitantly admitted. He almost looked embarrassed to admit that.

"Why?"

"I'm scared that this will never be over and that she'll kill me. I don't want to die, but I think she'll get to me. Sam," he looked into his brother's eyes, "I know I don't do chick flick moments and that I never tell you what I'm feeling but I just want to say… I just want to say it in case you don't get there is time… I just want to say…"

"Dean, don't. I know you're trying to say goodbye and I'm not gonna accept it. I'm never going to let you die and I'm not going to listen to you. I will stop Caroline and everything's gonna be okay. You are going to be fine. Now wait in the car, and I'll get this done as quick as I can. Okay?"

"Okay," Dean said with a slight smile.

Sam exited the car, leaving Dean on his own. Dean suddenly felt all alone and became more frightened. He looked out of the window at the moon. It was full and bright in the night sky. He thought it looked beautiful but slightly forbidding. He felt a presence next to him and he immediately knew that Caroline was back. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he turned to stare at Caroline. She looked different from the last time he had seen her in his dream, she looked almost normal. Her hair was smooth and tidy, her clothes were pristine. Had she not been transparent she would have looked like an ordinary woman. That was except for the horrifying expression on her face. She was angry and homicidal. Dean knew that this time she meant for him to die. Gathering his emotions, he buried them deep and prepared to put on his game face.

It won't work.

"What won't work?" He asked with a snarl, acting tougher than he currently felt.

Your brother salting and burning my bones. Even after I am gone, you will never be free of me. I won't stop until you are dead.

"Before you kill me, tell me one thing," Dean said cockily.

What?

"Why are you doing this? Why have you convinced all these people to commit suicide?"

Because my death wasn't a suicide. My husband killed me and made it look like a suicide. Then he buried me outside the cemetery so my soul would never be able to rest.

"He killed you?" Dean asked, shocked at this new turn of events.

Yes, because I didn't love him. I loved someone else and planned to leave with him. James found out and he killed me. He slit my wrist and then my throat. Then he claimed I killed myself. His final revenge. Now I kill men the same way I was killed, to make it look like suicide.

"Wow, you are one vindictive bitch." Caroline gave a laugh, long and evil.

Do you really think I care what you say? I just want you dead. And you will be soon. You will die.

Caroline's spirit disappeared and a moment later Dean felt himself being pulled out of the Impala and thrown to the ground. Caroline had changed again, no longer did she look normal but how she had looked in his dreams. Her hair was once again matted and bloody, her eyes were black and her face was contorted in fury and pain. Dean scrambled to his feet but he could only stand in terror as she came towards him with her right arm outstretched. He could not move as she put her hand on his chest and pushed him back to the ground. With the wind knocked out of him he gasped in pain and fear as she straddled him. Grabbing the knife Dean always kept with him; she placed it on his throat and laughed maniacally as she prepared to draw the blade across his throat.

Dean tried to struggle against Caroline but she wouldn't let him.

Stop, she said; her black, yet hypnotising eyes, boring into his. He immediately stilled. Good boy.

Sam finished digging up Caroline's grave and opened the lid. Climbing out he salted the bones, dowsed them with fuel and threw in a lit matchbook. He watched as Caroline's bones were engulfed in flames and felt glad that she was gone.

Dean didn't even blink when Caroline's spirit went up in flames; he was still under her spell. Her words were still ringing in his ears as he stood up and began to walk away.

Sam returned to the car shortly afterwards. He was expecting Dean to be there and to be perfectly fine but he wasn't there. Sam started to panic and looked around the surrounding area. He was nowhere to be seen.

"DEAN?" He yelled. "DEAN ARE YOU THERE?" Nothing. Dean had completely disappeared and Sam had no idea where.

"DEAN?" He called out desperately once more even though he knew that he would not answer his call.

"Where are you?" He whispered quietly.