Sam called Ruby, who was staying in the same hotel as them, and they split up, searching the town for Dean until around 6:00 in the morning, when they finally gave up on looking for Dean, and just went back to the motel. He tried calling Alice a few times, but her phone was turned off. "We need to find him, anything could be happening to him," Sam was telling Ruby.

"He's fine, your brother's a big boy, even if he is a complete moron," Ruby said.
He opened the door of the motel room, and there, sitting on the bed staring at the ceiling, was Dean.
Sam closed the door quickly, stepping back out.
"Sam? Is that you?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Sam called.
"He's in there?" Ruby asked.
"Yes," Sam said quietly.
"So you want me out of here," Ruby said.
"I don't want you out of here, but yeah, you have to go," Sam said.
Ruby sighed. "Fine. Give him my love," she said sarcastically, heading off down the hall. Sam stepped into the room, glaring at Dean.
"I looked everywhere for you, Dean. How the hell did you get here?" Sam asked.
"Ran. Who were you talking to?" he asked.
"The hotel manager," Sam lied.
"Awesome. So what do we do now? I got less than four hours on the clock. I'm gonna die, Sammy," Dean said bleakly.
"No you aren't, so stop thinking like that. Me and Alice'll take care of this. We've got your back," Sam said reassuringly.
"Back?" Dean asked, looking puzzled.
"Oh come on, don't start that on me," Sam groaned. Dean stood suddenly, and fell back against the wall.
"No! You get out of my brother, you evil son of a bitch!" he shouted.
"What?" Sam asked. Dean grunted, straightening against the wall, his hands flying to his neck as he started choking. He looked possessed.
Sam ran over, pulling him away from the wall. "Hey, hey, hey, Dean. Hey, Dean. Dean. Dean," he said.
Dean finally focused on him. "Sammy I'm scared," he said very matter of factly.
"I know. Just-"
Sam cut off as his phone rang. "Alice?" he asked.
"Yeah. I talked to Luther. I know what's going on," she said.
"You what?" he asked.
"Luther Garlands ghost, I talked to him. He told me everything," Alice said.
"Whatever, Dean's completely freaking out. He ran off ranting about how our life was dangerous and sucked, and now we're back at the hotel, and he just... I don't know, he looked like he was possessed, and he was shouting at me, like he thought I was someone else." Sam looked back at Dean, who was sitting on the floor leaning against the foot of the bed, scratching his arms furiously.
"That's bad. That's really, really bad," Alice said.
"What do we do?" Sam asked.
"You call Bobby, and get him down here. He said that he worked a couple of ghost sickness cases, and he might have an idea of what to do. How fast can he get here?" Alice said.
"I don't think he can get here in time," Sam said.
"Well call him, and tell him to try. Describe what's going on to him the best that you can, and see if he has any thoughts on it," Alice said.
"Alright, will do," Sam said. Alice hung up on him, and he dialed Bobbys number immediately after.
"Howdy, Sam. What's going on? I bet you're calling to tell me you got the thing with Dean straightened out, right?" Bobby asked.
"No, actually, we're stuck on it," Sam said. "Alice wanted me to cue you in on things and see if you had any ideas.
"Okay, start talking," Bobby said.
Sam told him all about what had been going on the past day or so, leaving Ruby out, but otherwise telling him everything.
"Hmm. Where's Dean now?" Bobby asked.
"Uh, home sick," Sam told him. He'd wandered out of the hotel room while talking to Bobby, and was now sitting on the hood of the Impala.
"How're you doing for time?"
"We performed the autopsy about 1:00 a.m. Monday morning, so, uh...just under two hours. Do you have any ideas?"
"Maybe. I remember this one book I read, a long time ago, cataloging different types of ghosts and malevolent spirits. Anyway, this book lists a kind of ghost that could be our guy. It uh, infects people with fear. It's called a Buru Buru," Bobby said.
"It say how to kill it?" Sam asked.
"Same as usual. Burn the remains," Bobby said.
"Wonderful. Uh...is there a Plan B?" Sam asked.
"Well, the Buru Buru is born of fear. Hell, it is fear. And the lore says we can kill it with fear," Bobby said.
"So we have to scare a ghost to death?" Sam asked.
"Pretty much," Bobby said.
"How the hell we gonna do that?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. You've got Alice there, talk to her about it. She's scarier than my old mans underwear, and I know 'cause I used to do the laundry at our house. And let me tell you what, those things were scary."
"Okay, Bobby, thanks a ton," Sam said, ignoring the disgusting overload of information. He hung up, and got in the car to head over to the mill, dialing Deans number as he went.
"Hey," Dean said.
"Hey! So, uh, just ride out the trip, okay? You're- you're gonna be fine. We got a plan," Sam said. "What is it?" Dean asked.
"Uh, just a good plan, all right? Hang in there," Sam said. He hung up, silently saying a prayer that they could come up with a plan that would work.

"That's the worst plan I've ever heard in my life," Sam told Alice. She'd thought for a bit, and then told him her plan.
She glared at him. "Well do you have a better idea?" she demanded.
"I know I said, 'scare the ghost to death' but this?" Sam asked apprehensively.
"Hey, Dean is running out of time, and we are out of options. So if you've got a better idea, I'm all ears," Alice said.
Sam shook his head. "Fine. Let's do this."
"I want to try to talk to him first," Alice said. Sam nodded.
"Don't take too much time up, we don't have a lot," he said.
"Right," Alice said. She walked a little ways into the mill, kicking up the dust at her feet.
"Luther?" she asked, and she felt him appear immediately, in front of her. She felt awful. He trusted her. God damn it, why was she feeling so emotional lately? Must be PMS.
"Luther, remember I told you about my friend?" Alice asked him.
He nodded.
"About how he's sick?"
He nodded again.
"He's dying. He doesn't have very much longer left. If you could do something to help me make him better, would you?" she asked.
Luther considered that, and then nodded.
"Good. I explained to you about Heaven. Wouldn't you like to go there?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"But that's where Jessie is. You can see her there," Alice said.
"Frank's there too. He's mean. I don't like him. I don't want to be by him," Luther said.
"But if you don't go, my friends going to die," Alice said. "And he's more than just a friend. You know how you loved Jessie? You remember how that felt?"
"It hurt," Luther replied.
"But do you think it would have hurt if you could have been together?" Alice asked.
Luther shook his head.
"Well that's how I am with my friend. And if he dies... I don't know what I'm going to do. I'll be lost again. Lost like you," Alice said.
"But he'll go to Heaven and be happy," Luther said. "Don't you want him to be happy?"
"Yes. But I want him here with me," Alice said. "And I'm not sure if he's going to go to Heaven."
"Then you think he's going to Hell," Luther said.
"I don't know. Maybe. I don't want to find out," Alice said.
"If he goes to Hell, that means that he's bad. And he deserves to die," Luther said.
"But it's not like that Luther," Alice said.
"Only bad people go to Hell," he said with conviction.
"It's complicated, but good people can go to Hell sometimes too," Alice said.
"Then how do you know that's not where I'll go?" Luther said, obviously getting upset.
"Luther, please," she plead.
"No! I won't! I won't go!" Luther said angrily. "You don't like me that's why! You just want to get rid of me! Well I won't let you! Maybe I'll get rid of you first!" He lunged at Alice, and Alice ran out of the mill, falling to the ground as Luther jumped on her, the two of them tumbling to the ground.
"SAM!" she yelled as Luther tried to get his hands around her neck.
Sam ran in carrying a chain that was attached to the back of his car, trying to get it on Luther without touching Alice with it. Luther knocked him backwards, and Sam could see that this wasn't going to be easy.

Dean heard barking. Hellhounds? He shivered, and door rattled then broke off its hinges, the sheriff barging in.
"Sheriff?" Dean asked nervously. "What are you doing?"
"Why are you looking into Luther Garland's death?" he demanded. Dean caught sight of some scratches on his arm, identical to the ones he had.
"Hey, hey, you're- you're sick. Sheriff Britton, you're sick. You're sick, all right? Just- just like me, okay? You got to relax," Dean said, holding his hands out soothingly.
Britton took a step forward, punching Dean, who stumbled backwards. "Frank O'Brien was my friend. So he made a mistake. So I didn't bust him. So what? And you're gonna bring me down over that?! No, sir," Britton ranted, pointing his gun at Dean. Dean swatted it away, and Britton tackled him, coming out on top at first, but Dean managed to flip them, pinning his arms behind his back and leaning over him to keep him from moving.
"Get away from me!" Britton shouted, struggling violently as he started to hyperventilate.
"Al, you got to calm down!" Dean yelled.
"Get off!" He started spasming under Dean, who was fighting down his own panic only barely. Britton stilled suddenly, no longer shouting, his arms going limp.
"Al? Al? Al?!" Dean scurried away from Britton, jumping onto the bed, and scratching his arms. He took a breath, telling himself to calm down. But how was he supposed to be calm? He was going to die. Britton had just had a heart attack, and that was-
Calm.
"You're going back. It's about damn time too," Sams voice came, but it wasn't Sam, and Dean could tell. Not Sam laughed, and Dean squeezed his eyes shut, though he couldn't see anything anyway. The barking of the hellhounds got louder, howls thrown in with the barking. He opened his eyes, having sudden thought, and reached over to the nightstand drawer, opening it and pulling out a black bible. He clutched it to his chest, swallowing his panic.
"Hi, Dean," he heard a familiar voice from by his side. He looked, and saw a little girl. He realized it was what he'd been envisioning Lilith as since Alice had described her to him.
"Huh? No! No!" he said.
"Yes! It's me, Lilith," she said, throwing her arms around Dean in a hug that he flinched away from. For some reason, the innocent way that she looked and her high, squeaky little voice made it all the more terrifying.
"Oh, I missed you so much. It's time to go back now," she said.
Dean scooted away from Lilith. "You- you are not real!" he said, more to himself than to her.
"What's the matter, Dean? Don't you remember all the fun you had down there? You do remember. 4 months is like 40 years in Hell. Like doggy years. And you remember every second," she said, sickeningly sweetly.
Dean hugged the bible more tightly. "You are not real," he repeated.
"It doesn't matter. You're still gonna die. You're still gonna burn," Lilith said.
"Why me? Why'd I get infected?" Dean asked.
"Silly goose. You know why, Dean. Listen to your heart," Lilith said.
"Wha-"
"Baboom, baboom, baboom, baboom," she said, mimicking it's beating, and Dean could feel and hear his heart mimicking the rythym she was setting. He screamed, falling to the ground as she kept chanting, faster, and faster, and his head hurt, and he felt like he was-
Dying?
It all stopped suddenly. Lilith was gone, and his heart was slowing down. He was trembling on the floor, covered in sweat. He looked around, and realized that he wasn't afraid anymore. And his phone was ringing. He sat up, looking around for it, but it stopped ringing. It started again a few seconds later, and he followed the sound of the ringing, and answered it.
"Hello," he asked.
"Dean? You're alive? You're still here? What's going on, are you okay over there?" Alice asked from the other end.
"Uh... I think so. I'm not dead, and I'm not freaked out anymore," Dean said.
"Great! Good! Yeah, that's- Anyway, we're coming, right now," Alice said.
"What did you do?" Dean asked.
"We chained Luther to the back of the Implala, and road hauled him again," Alice said.
"Ouch. Wait, you road hauled a ghost with a chain?" Dean asked.
"Iron chain etched with spellwork," Alice replied.
"Hmm, that's a new one," Dean said.
"Well, we called Bobby up, and he said that one thing we might try was to scare the ghost to death. Road hauling was what he was most afraid of. It was pretty brutal, though," Alice said.
"On the upside, I'm still alive, so uh, go team!" Dean said. "Anyway, I'm in the room with Sheriff Britton," Dean said, scratching his head and turning to look at the Sheriffs body.
"What does he want?" Alice asked.
"Well, he's dead. He was infected too, apparently, and he came over here ranting. Looks like he covered up who killed Luther as a favor to Frank, since they were friends, and he was convinced that we were here to prosecute him for it. He had a heart attack," Dean said.
"Okay, then we need to get the hell out of dodge. Gather our stuff up, try and erase any evidence that we were there, and we'll be right over. I'm gonna let you go and call Bobby to let him know we're doing good here," Alice said.
"Right, see you when you get here," Dean said.
"Oh, and Dean?" Alice said.
"Yeah?" There was a short pause before she spoke again. "I love you."
"Oh. Well... I love you too," Dean said, baffled.
Alice hung up, leaving him holding the phone. He put it in his pocket, and starting gathering things up, thinking while he was doing it. He guessed that he'd always known that Alice love him, and he loved Alice, but it had always been this unspoken thing, since Alice didn't really seem to believe in sincere exchanges like that, and he always made fun of them. But it did feel kind of nice, he realized, to hear her say it.