A/N: Unfortunately I don't own anything about Supernatural….I don't even own Doctor Bailey from my fic…. Sad I know!

First of all Id like to answer some questions asked in my reviews… the questions really make me happy cause it means you people are enjoying and trying to understand my crazy thinking ;) So to all that have been reading Thanks a lot! You people have no idea how much they mean to me :)

Answers: Jake didn't burn Jill's bones because he used an ancient gun to kill her, that'll be mentioned in this chapter! So, she isn't a ghost and she isn't coming back.

Also, Jake hired Jill's help for a reason, which will also be mentioned in this chapter, that's why he didn't do the job himself yet ;)

Hope I could answer your doubts and now you have to read cause I don't wanna give too much away.

Hope you enjoy!!!

Chapter 10 – Salt cage.

Sam still had a heavy breathing due to his painful vision. Dean glanced at his body on the bed, the tubes down his throat, he felt helpless, even if Sam could see him, and see his worried expression, Dean couldn't comfort his brother like he usually did whenever Sam had his shining working on.

"You'll wake up Dean, we'll try to break the spell, don't worry". Missouri said reading Dean's thoughts.

"Hey, give this ghost his privacy will ya?". Dean said amused. Missouri and him were always teasing each other, annoying each other, but since his coma, she couldn't help but to feel like protecting him as her job and Dean was thankful for that.

"Dad, do you have any idea of how to trap him? Maybe the Devil's trap? I mean I know he's not a demon but he's protected by one and as far as we know, he's immortal". Sam said trying to get a move on with his dad idea.

"That might work Sam, I'm not totally sure though, there is a big chance for it not to work and this becomes a risky plan".

"Well then I don't hear you giving any bright ideas! We're running outta time! You said you dealt with the hunter before! Your son is an easy prey; we need to do this now".

"Why do you always assume I don't have this family's interest as a priority? I know how dangerous this can get, and I don't wanna do something that might end up with all of us six feet under!" John yelled. He was anxious and nervous as well. They were one hunter short with Dean in a coma and John hadn't had exactly the chance to find out everything about Jacob, besides, John main worry was the demon that had killed his wife and not an immortal hunter that he'd seen only once.

Missouri was rolling her eyes while John and Sam started an argument, something quite usual for them, that's when she realized, no one was trying to shut them up, that person was usually Dean.

"Shut up both of you!" Missouri shouted heading herself to the door, looking outside then again inside. John and Sam exchanged looks, that's when Sam also realized.

"Where the hell is Dean?" Sam asked Missouri when his brother was nowhere to be seen. The room went silent, Sam expected his brother to show up any time with a big grin saying something ironic, he wished that this was just Dean's new idea of making John and him stop fighting, to use his ghost situation to just disappear to another room, get everyone worried and then come back with a victorious smile. Well if that had been his idea, it would have been a success; Sam had totally forgotten he was even talking to his dad.

Unfortunately, there was no sign of Dean, the room was silent for a couple of minutes now, each one of them, exchanging confused looks and Dean had gone missing once again.

"He was here just a minute ago, what happened?" John asked demanding an explanation from Sam or Missouri.

"If you two tried not to insult each other all the time we'd know!" Missouri scolded them, Sam lowered his head.

"Dean! If this is a joke I swear…" Sam started saying out loud, but didn't know how to finish the phrase. "Do you think he was drawn back to that place…with the deformed spirits?" he asked Missouri.

"Sorry Sam, but I don't think he's back at that place…the sorceress is dead remember? Besides, you would be feeling something if Dean was there". Missouri said apologetically.

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Dean had felt something pulling him…he had heard his name echoing inside his years, each time louder, someone was calling for him. But everything happened way too fast, not giving him time to have any kind of reaction to call his brother's attention. One minute he was ready to interrupt his father and Sam in their little private fight, next he's in a total different place. Worst, he knew where he was. 'Shit' He thought after analyzing his surroundings.

Dean was back at the bar, in that little room with a dim light, where the sorceress used to previously put her plan into action to deceive Dean, the same room where Sam had seen her dying by the hands of her employer, the man who had asked her assistance to kill the Winchesters, the damn hunter.

The floor had blood spots…her blood….still not dried. It had been what? Maybe half an hour since he had killed the woman, the man did not waste precious time. Again Dean appreciated being a ghost; at least he wasn't able to smell the bitter blood decorating that floor.

Dean found himself inside a salt circle with a specific drawing on the floor, underneath him. Jacob had used a spell to summon his spirit, that didn't look good at all.

"Wow, I had never been summoned before…had no idea I was that important". Dean said in a cocky way.

"Oh, you're rare Dean…the Winchester family is more valuable than all the gold in this world".

"You're not a very good host are you? A special guest like me…should get better accommodations…" Dean said looking at the salt circle around him.

"Salt?" Dean asked raising both his eyebrows.

Though he knew what that meant for him, he showed no fear or apprehension to the smiling hunter in front of him.

"I don't think you need a lesson a bout this do you? You can't step out of that circle, good or evil, the salt traps a ghost…lucky me, at the moment, that's exactly what you are". Jack said satisfied closing the book in his hand. A spell book that Jacob had used to summon Dean.

"Very clever. Forgive me if I won't clap my hands to your brilliant idea, but as a ghost, I'm a little bit annoyed right now to celebrate". Dean said.

So many years he had been sending all kinds of supernatural creatures and spirits back to where they belonged, so many times salt had protected him and his family, even saved his life, now he had become the prey, trapped and limited by that same salt, not being able to reach his brother or Missouri and ask for help. For the first time in his life, Dean was actually defenseless, nothing he could do, none to help, no escape.

"I was actually looking forward to meet you; after all, you're the one who wanted so badly a Winchester. Hope you're not disappointed". Dean said trying, just outta curiosity to step out of the circle…in vain.

"Not disappointed at all. It's my pleasure to meet you. You're a persistent ghost actually. Wasn't for Jill's help you'd probably be awoken from the coma by now…and my job would get a tiny more difficult. At least she was good with spells, her only skill I must say". He explained with no remorse about killing the woman. "Anyway, I might need some extra help sometimes, but the soul collecting, I prefer to do myself you know? To make sure things are done right". Jacob never altered his voice, keeping it serene, calm, and patient. The man was pacing around Dean's salt cage, observing him, analyzing his prey.

"How noble". Dean let out. "She never had a clue did she? Your intention was to kill her anyway, wasn't it?"! Dean said as he observed the man. Not a bit of guilty was displayed, not in his eyes, or his words…nowhere.

"I'm a merciful man Dean. She was as good as dead no matter what. When she offered you a deal against me, she made a deal against my master. Sooner or later he'd wanted me to hunt her as well". He explained as something simple. "I needed an old gun to kill her…make sure she was really dead, you know how sorceress are, full of resurrections spells. I usually carry several kinds of guns with me, it's handy".

"You're pretty cautious for someone immortal". He wanted to hit a nerve; the hunter's serenity was freaking annoying.

"Even immortality can be dangerous Dean".

"Really, how so?" Dean asked. Obviously the man wouldn't answer. Which didn't matter, Dean now knew there was a way to kill him. Immortals also have weaknesses. The hard part was to find out what weakness.

Jacob ignored Dean's comment and reached for a shotgun, loaded with rock salt and aimed it at Dean's chest.

"I thought you were gonna send me to the demon". He said now getting a little bit apprehensive. "Besides, it won't work on a ghost like me…I'm not dead, I'm still attached to my body". Damn! Great move, to show fear to his enemy, it was like dessert time for kids.

Jacob chuckled holding the gun steadily aimed. "I've been a hunter longer before your father was born and became one himself. This won't kill you I know, but it'll call your brother's attention". Jake said not giving Dean a chance to reply, shooting him in the chest, making Dean let out a loud scream.

The shot hit Dean like a bomb; he felt it alright, as if a thousand nails were cutting through him in a merciless way, making him fall on his knees. The rock salt hurt more in him as a ghost than it had hurt that time Sam shot him, it hurt a lot more.

"Son of a bitch." He whispered. So maybe being a ghost was not exactly a fun ride…he wished so much he could step over that salt and get the hell outta there. It was so pathetic, to be held in such simpleton way…and being useless to do something about it.

"It also wounds a ghost, hurts like hell doesn't it?" Jacob said ironically.

"You have a weird way of having fun". Dean said with some difficulties, focusing his thoughts in anything else but the weak, painful state he found himself at the moment.

"Don't worry Dean, it'll all be over soon".

"Wonderful". Dean says giving the hunter his best 'I-kill-you-soon' look.

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Once again, Sam opens his eyes with Missouri's and John's worried look, both of them holding him up as he legs were unsteady and shaking. Two visions, in less than half an hour… practically in a row. Too much headache even for Sam.

His face was sweaty and his sight blurred. Less than half an hour… he felt the pain of two victims, Jill's and then Dean's, he felt the rock salt coming as nails through his chest, this time, he thought his heart would actually stop beating.

"Damn it!" He shouted. Not because of the pain, but because of what he'd seen in the vision this time.

"What did you see Sam?" Missouri and John asked in unison. Sam didn't reply right away, he approached his brother body and felt for a pulse…to confirm his worst fear. His pulse was weak; Dean's body was dying just like Dean's spirit.

"He needs a nurse! Or a doctor…anyone, he has a weak pulse!" Sam said looking at Missouri who ran to get some help right away without questioning Sam's request.

"Sam, he was stable just now! What did you see?" John asked in a demanding tone.

"Jacob has Dean trapped in a salt circle…he shot Dean with rock salt…he's wounded…and weak". Sam said rubbing his temples.

TBC…

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