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"We need to talk to that woman. We need to talk to her before she kills herself", Sam said urgently.
"Yeah. But we need to find out who she is first", reminded him Dean. "What do we know about her?"
"An elderly woman. Charlotta… Yeah, her name's Charlotta", Sam mumbled.
"Fine… I'll have to ask Kitty. She knows everyone here", Dean assured his brother.
"How are you going to explain her our interest in this woman?" Sam asked, massaging his temples and wincing in the process.
"I'll think about something", Dean waved his hand dismissively.
Ten minutes late Dean knew that the woman was called Charlotta Higgs. And he had her address.
"See? It wasn't difficult!" Dean told Sam proud with himself.
"Yeah. Great Dean. What did you tell her? That Mrs. Biggs is a poltergeist?" Sam smiled.
Dean laughed, glad that his Sammy was joking in spite of everything: "Sort of".
They headed to Mrs. Biggs as fast as they could. Tomorrow could have been tomorrow but they had to talk to that woman now, before there was any chance of killing herself.
They rang the several times but no one answered.
"She might just not be home", Sam mused.
"Lets go in then and check", Dean proposed. There was nothing unusual for them in breaking in the private property, after all.
"Mrs. Biggs?" Sam said loudly. No one answered and brother went further into the flat.
"I'll take rooms. And you go to the kitchen and bathroom", Dean told Sam who scowled but said nothing.
Sam went through the corridor to the bathroom that showed nothing of interest. Than he looked into the kitchen. His heart stopped.
"Sam? Hey, Sam? I think I found out who Betsy is!" Dean shouted from the living room. When Sam didn't reply, Dean went to the kitchen.
"Sam, what the hell…", Dean cut himself when he looked at the kitchen table. Mrs. Biggs was sitting by the table. Dead. Her throat was slashed. The knife was lying on the floor nearby.
"But… But you said that…", Dean's voice trailed away, seeing the look on Sam's face. It was the look of horror, pain and confusion.
"I don't know…", Sam look at the calendar. "It wasn't this date in the vision. It was tomorrow. It really was, Dean!"
"Fine. We'll discuss it later. I'll wipe out our fingerprints. Don't touch anything here!" Dean ordered.
They returned to the motel half an hour later, confused and almost scared.
"You said you found out who Betty was", Sam looked at his brother inquiringly.
"Betty is or was her daughter", Dean replied. "She has a photograph in the living room".
"Dean they both were talking about faults and forgiveness… Could it mean anything?" Sam frowned. "Right. Lets look there names on the Internet".
Sam took his laptop and started research. Dean lied down on hid back and closed his eyes. He was tired and nervous. He couldn't understand why Sam's vision turned out wrong. It had never happened before. Soon Dean drifted into heavy sleep.
He saw his father, John Winchester. He was standing in front of him, looking very angry.
"Dad?" Dean asked hesitantly. He knew perfectly well that his father was dead. But he looked very alive and perfectly healthy right now.
"Dad?" Dean repeated, hoping that his father somehow managed to come back. That…
"It's all your fault!" his father said suddenly in his most authoritive tone. "I am dead because of you!"
"Dead… I… I know that… I am sorry… You shouldn't have given your life in exchange for mine…", Dean whispered desperately.
"But I did… I did. I did because you begged me not to let you die!" John continued. "Bit it doesn't change the fact that it's YOUR fault I am in Hell now!"
"Dad… Please", his father's eyes were cold, angry and disdainful.
"I will never forgive you, Dean!" his father bellowed at him
"Dad! NO! DAD!" Dean screamed.
"Dean! You're dreaming. Please. Wake up", Sam pulled Dean from his nightmare. He looked worried but calm. Dean sight and nodded. Just a dream/ A stupid dream. It was just too real this time.
"Mind telling me what it was about?" Sam asked, looking at Dean carefully.
Dean shook his head: "Nothing interesting, Sammy. Trust me".
Sam rolled his eyes: "Yeah. Interesting isn't the right word as you were screaming for dead".
"Sam! Don't Please", Dean couldn't relieve any of it right now. He couldn't let himself break down again after such a short time. Right now they had work to so.
Sam didn't look happy but didn't press any longer.
"I found some things about those women", he turned to the screen. Our first woman had a sister. She died twelve years ago. A car crash. Put woman was driving. It wasn't her fault. A car crashed into there car. That driver was drunk. Mrs. Biggs was more difficult as those things are not covered in the papers, not widely anyway. She had a daughter. She was seven when she died. That was almost thirty years ago. Some burglar broke into their house at night. The girl woke up, saw a stranger in her room and started to scream. He shot her. Just an unfortunate accident. Mrs. Biggs had no say in the matter. They slept in different rooms. She had heard Betsy scream but didn't get there in time. It was a matter of seconds".
"So, you are telling me that those women killed themselves for the things they weren't guilty of years after the unfortunate accidents happened?" Dean raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah. That' what I am telling you", Sam sight.
"They had strange dreams before they killed themselves", Dean continued.
"Yes. Looks like someone was sending them those dreams. Reminding them and making them feel guilty", Sam though.
'But why these people exactly? And how head the person found all this information about them?" Dean thought.
Sam shrugged: "Well, either the Demon is informing him as he did with Andy's brother or our killer knew were to look. May be, he knew people well enough. Or he doesn't need to know anything exactly, just needs to put an impulse in person's head and hope that he has some dirty secret in his past".
Hi! I am back! The updated had been somewhat sporadic but I am hoping to finish this story in two or three chapters. So, it's not much left. Thanks to those who still stick with me!