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Dean grasped Sam's arm and pulled him back into the room, away from the spirit standing in the doorway.

'Did you think I forgot about you?' it hissed, voice low as it stepped into the room. Dean felt Sam stiffen beside him.

'I know what you two think you are going to do; destroy me, send me away from this place- it will not work. I will not rest until you are dead, and that is a promise.' It said, stopping in front of the brothers, its black eyes resting on Sam.

'Oh yeah? Well I have a promise for you- We are going to smoke you, you son of a bitch, and you will not hurt my brother!' Dean growled, before delving deep into his jacket pocket, and flinging his open palm into the spirit's face. The rock salt peppered its skin, causing the spectre to reel back, clawing at its face and yelling.

'Move Sammy!' Dean instructed, shoving his brother in front of him and pushing him out of the room. They ran down the stairs, the noise deafening them.

'We need to get out of here and work out where this ghost's corpse is- this needs to end tonight!' Dean yelled, looking behind him to make sure the ghost wasn't following. Sam led them to the door, flinging it open. They looked down the street; it was still as silent as when they had arrived.

A split second later, Dean watched, completely helpless, as Sam was propelled against the opposite wall, hitting his head with a thud.

'Sammy!' he yelped, flinging himself forwards as his brother slid down the wall, groaning.

Before he could even run two paces he felt an almighty force lift him off his feet, and he yelled as he felt himself fall backwards, hitting the ajar front door and falling into the garden, sliding on the grass.

He moaned as he sat up, before scrambling to his feet.

He looked up to see the spectre standing in the open doorway, and sneer on its pale face.

'NO!' Dean yelled as the front door swung shut with Sam inside it.

Dean bolted for the door, banging his fists against the wood desperately. 'Sammy!' he yelled, trying to force the door open. He heard a crash inside the room, followed by a yell of pain from his brother.

'Sam!' Dean stood back, flinging a hand through his hair, his eyes wide. He looked on the ground beside the house, hoping to see something to break the windows with, but he couldn't see anything.

Laughter echoing from inside the house made him growl in anger and throw himself at the door again.

'I'm coming Sammy!' He yelled, voice cracking as he heard Sam whimper in pain. Dean moaned in utter frustration as he kicked and pummelled the door.

A fresh scream of agony from Sam propelled him into action.

'I'm coming back for you Sammy!' he yelled, before he took off running down the street, not daring to take a second look back. He reached the motel in a minute flat, tearing through the reception and thundering up the stairs.

He flung open the door and ran to Sam's laptop. 'Come on…come on…..' Dean moaned, voice cracking as his eyes scanned the webpages.

Sam had said the spirits name was a guy called Mr Mosley, and he killed the kids thirty years ago. Dean searched for the name, mouthing the words with tears in his eyes. He had to get back to Sammy; he had to help his brother….

'There!' he yelped out, standing up as he read the obituary for a Mr James Mosley, convicted child killer. 'Sundown Cemetery…' Dean muttered to himself. He remembered driving past it on the way to the house.

He slammed the laptop shut and ran out of the room, making sure the keys to the Impala were still in his jacket pocket as he went.

Sam moaned in pain as he landed face first onto the floor, the air knocked out of him. He groaned and scramble up, blood running down his face from a cut to his scalp.

'I am going to have fun with you Sam- you are my last victim.' The spirit said, stepping forwards.

'Please…' Sam muttered, before he was thrown back against the opposite wall. He yelped in pain as he felt something crack in his body, before he slid down the wall once more.

'Please?' the spirit mocked, striding towards Sam and making him stand up. 'I spend all this time in hiding, ready to kill whoever crosses me, and you think you can repel me by saying please?' it laughed as Sam closed his eyes and groaned. 'You make me sick.' It sneered, before sending Sam flying to the floor once more.

The cemetery was silent in the still darkness, until the Impala roared into the clearing, and Dean jumped out. He groaned as he surveyed the scene- the Cemetery was huge.

'Oh God….' Dean groaned, before he delved forwards to the graves that looked a little older than the others. He held the flashlight high as he jogged between them, his eyes wide as he scanned each stone.

After what felt like hours, even years, Dean stopped, breathing heavily as he looked down at the solitary stone set away in the corner of the grass, away from the others. The stone was old and broken, but Dean could make out the name as if it were burnt on.

He held up his shovel, and got to work.

As Sam hurtled to the floor for what felt like the thousandth time, he didn't even have the strength to stand up; he just lay there, trying to ride the waves of pain flowing through his body. The floor smelt like damp; it clogged into his nostrils and made him gag. He closed his eyes and lowered his head to the floor as the spirit of Mr Mosley laughed manically from above him.

'Enough playing now….you've seen what will happen to you in the end, I just want to get it done now.' The spirit said, almost nonchalantly as lifted a hand to make Sam stand up with a groan.

Sam's mind flashed to his brother- Where was Dean? Why wasn't he helping him?

His eyes widened as the ghost laughed once more then disappeared. He looked around, pain coursing through him. Suddenly, an almighty pain shot through his neck; he reared up with a scream, pulling shirt away from the source of agony.

He ran into the kitchen, to the broken mirror that was fixed to the wall. As he stood watching with wide, horrified eyes a line of red appeared across his neck, getting deeper and deeper.

His throat was being cut as he watched.

Is Dean too late to save his brother? Find out in the next chapter!

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