A/N: Here's another short update, all the action is to come in the next chapter.

Chapter 10: The Lady in White

Dean's call to Bobby proved useless. If there was a cleansing spell he'd need to find it before Dean lost cell service when he trekked back through the dark, creepy forest to find his swamp monster of a brother and the graveyard they had inadvertently stumbled upon. He's also need time to prepare, all kinds of ingredients he was pretty sure he wasn't going to find in the back woods of Northern Minnesota, and make sure his dictation was correct. Nope, the spell would be useless if they ever found one and they didn't have time for that.

Dean made a quick b-line for the nearest gas station and then headed up to the camp grounds to wait around where Sam had told him to look. The sun had long since set but the sound of the festival still filled the air and Dean sat in the Impala with the windows rolled down just listening to the smooth blues that filled the night. A little part of him was amused to think that his brother was off sloshing about in a swamp well he was laying across the seat in his beloved vehicle, at the same time he would have killed for a half dozen showers, but again there just wasn't time for that.

"What I wouldn't do for a beer," he sighed to himself, still smelling of the terrible swam but at least he wasn't out there anymore.

The longer Dean waited the heavier his eyelids became and he drifted in and out of sleep with the dips and sways of the sounds of the music. Then it ended and cheering could be heard off in the distance and the festival was over for the night.

Dean rolled on his side lounging across the bench seat of his beloved car and just listening as people started to arrive in the camp grounds for the night. There were moments when it sounded like the party was going to go on all night, and Dean just wanted to join in, and then there were other moments when quiet set in and Dean could feel himself drifting away with the sleep that was calling out to him.

Suddenly Dean was awoken by the sound of manic screaming and some one banging on the passenger door window.

"Whoa old man calm down!" Dean yelled as he opened the window to the man that was wailing on it.

"Are you Dean, brother of Sam?" the old man asked as he reached into the car and unlocked the door and let himself in.

"Yeah, what do you think you are doing?"

"I'm trying to wake your sorry ass up, because you are a hunter and you just missed the lady in white as she grabbed another young woman and headed off that way!" The old man stated and pointed out the back window of the impala. "So drive damnit!"

"Which way?" Dean yelled as he turned the key and the impala's engine roared.

"That way!" the man yelled and grabbed the shot gun out of the back seat as Dean slammed the car into reverse, burned out his tired and caught a glimpse of the ghost heading into the woods in the direction, roughly, of where Sammy was.

"Hold on!" Dean stated as the old man leaned out the window and fired off one round into the darkness.

"Don't tell me to hold on son, just get me close enough to save that poor girls life!"

Dean hammered on the accelerator but the ghost was fast and the night was dark and Dean and the old man were quickly running out of road to follow.

"We're going to have to go by foot and take this into the wood," Dean stated as he drifted the impala to a stop in the same place Sam had parked in before they made the first trek into the bush.

"I can't go with you!" The old man stated and fell into the seat. "Take this and save that girl! Go!" he said and tossed the shot gun back at Dean.

"What do you mean you can't go?" Dean asked as he rushed around the car and off toward the woods but as he looked back into the passenger seat he found it empty. The old man was no where to be found.