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Author's Note: I am so sorry about my lax updating. I really am but thank you to everyone who's still reading this. Your awesome.
Dean was anxious. This was the first hunt they had gone since Sam had been split. Dean hadn't really wanted to hunt. Unfortunately Hunter Sam had pretty much said that if Dean didn't go with him he'd go alone and that wasn't an option.
Which was why they were slowly ascending the stairs of the Greenpoint apartments right now. Sam and Dean were going up the stairs because the elevator had stopped on the 13th floor a week ago according to the land lord. No one had been able to make the elevator work again. Which is how they got in by pretending to be electricians.
Why this was important? There was a ghost on the 13 floor and it had killed 5 people so far. They had a list of five possible ghosts but no positive one. So they were heading up to the 13th floor to hopefully find out who their Casper the unfriendly ghost was.
After the 5th floor Dean was starting to get tired and wondered how the people who lived in the building dealt with this on a daily basis. When they got to the 8th floor Dean started hated this ghost. It was bad enough the ghost was killing people it had to kill his quads? But all this was better then when they got to the 10th floor because Sam started to get antsy.
"Come on!"
"Sam unless you can get the elevator to work with your psychic powers we're going to have to climb the stairs. ." For a second it looked like Sam was going to start hitting him again. It had taken two weeks since they had last fought, before they had both gotten well enough to hunt. Fortunately Sam just huffed and continued walking up the stairs. Half way up the stairs Sam stopped. Dean was going to ask why when he saw why.
Unfortunately there was a guy in the way who looked like he wouldn't move anytime soon. He was wearing a wife beater, jeans was about 200 pounds, and covered in tattoo's. While most of his bulk was fat there was also a considerable amount of muscle as well. Sam starred him down trying to get him uncomfortable enough to go back to his apartment. Unfortunately this didn't seem to work. Sam sneered at him at then took out his gun from his back.
"Get out of the way!" Sam demanded. he's gun pointing at the guy. The guy didn't move and Dean was about to try when Sam shot the guy in the leg. He let out a cry of surprise and then collapsed since his injured leg could no longer support his body weight.
"What the hell Sam!" Then Dean leaned over the injured man to see how badly he was hurt. The leg wound was bleeding a lot and would probably need a doctor. Dean heard Sam say.
"I told him to move I gave him fair warning. He should be glad I didn't shoot him in the heart." Dean took out his cell phone and started to call 911 when Sam pressed the end button.
"What the hell!" Sam glared at Dean.
"We still have a ghost to go after."
"I'm not saying that we don't but this guy needs help you shot him!"
"Then call him an ambulance after we go after the ghost. If he can't handle a leg wound for 30 minutes then he doesn't deserve to live." Dean didn't want to leave this guy behind and Sam seemed to sense it. "Fine I'll go after the demon. You do whatever the hell you want!" without another word he continued up the stairs. Dean hesitated should he follow Sam and leave the guy, or should he call an ambulance? Dean dialed 911 and hoped that the EMT's wouldn't make their jobs harder. He told them about it without implicating Sam as quickly as he could, so he could go up and help Sam with the ghost. Dean could already hear faint thumping from above. He ran up the stairs and as he ran he could hear the thumping getting louder. Dean cursed as he ran Sam had only been there for 3 minutes how could have it already gotten so bad?
Dean finally got to the thirteenth floor. He took the gun out of the duffle bag he had around his shoulders, then just followed the thumping noises.
He found the door all the noises seemed to be coming from the inside. Dean tried to open the door only to find it locked. Dean heard grunting sounds which he worriedly identified as Sam's. Dean then kicked the door open and ran into the room.
Dean blood went cold as he saw Sam gasping for breath as the ghost tried to suffocate him. He gathered himself enough to shoot the ghost, and sighed with relief when it released Sam. Dean ran over to an unconscious Sam side to make sure he was still breathing, which thankfully he was. His eyes watched their surroundings carefully, to make sure that if the ghost tried to get in another round it wouldn't get Sam.
The ghost did. The ghost was a blonde female wearing a floor length modern blue dress. When it reappeared it managed to get a good kick into Dean's ribs before he managed to shot it again. Dean turned his attention back onto his unconscious brother. He knew that he couldn't take on the ghost and watch over his unconscious brother at the same time. He sighed because he knew he would have to wake up hunter Sam. There was no way he would be able to carry Sam down 13 flights of stairs. Dean put his hands on Sam face and said.
"Come on Sam we got to go." Sam didn't stir and Dean cursed.
"Sam! I can't exactly carry you down 13 flights of stairs! So you have to wake up before Mrs. Personality comes back.!" Dean yelled. Sam eyes flew open.
"Sam we've got to go!"
"Why?!"Sam demanded.
"Because Sam I have bruised ribs you were knocked unconscious. We're not exactly in shape to fight right now." Sam tried to stand up only to fall back to the floor. Sam looked like he was still going to argue.
"Sam! We going now!" Sam looked briefly at the floor before meeting Dean's eyes.
"Ok. But only long enough to regroup." Dean nodded and tried to get up and also failed. Then took a deep breath and got to his knees, another deep breath and he was on his feet. Sam followed his example and got to his feet also. Dean didn't know which one of them was more banged up. He didn't know who should be supporting who. Sam started moving towards the door and the ghost appeared again making the decision. Dean yelled while limping towards the door.
"Sam! Hurry Mrs. Ghost is here!" Sam looked back quickly and quickened his pace. Dean tried to go fast but got winded, he managed to get out of the apartment. The ghost followed them as they moved toward the stairs. The ghost was on their tail when Dean finally made it inside the stairwell. The ghost thankfully didn't follow them into the stairwell.
Dean then endured several increasingly less painful minutes as he made his way down the stairs. Ok the ribs probably weren't bruised as he had thought probably just hurt. Which was very good.
They came to the 10th floor. Dean swallowed as he saw the blood all over the floor from when Sam had shot that man. Dean had forgotten about the man until then. Then all his fear came rushing back. What if hunter Sam was too unstable? What if hunter Sam didn't care about human life? Was there really a part of Sam that didn't care about human life? What if hunter Sam's action hurt Sam when he came back? These fears plagued Dean as he stumbled down the 10 remaining floors.
Sam didn't offer to help even though he was now walking regularly. Where normally Dean would have to try to fend off Sam's help before eventually giving in. He wished again that Sam could be here instead of this split version of him.
Once they got out of the building and into the Impala, Dean knew he had to talk to Sam, about it being inappropriate to shot humans.
"Can we talk?"
"Let me think no."
"Sam we really have to talk."
"Let me say this slowly so you can understand. NNNOOOO!" Dean got the message and decided for now not to push it instead he drove them back to their motel.
An hour and 40 minutes later and some delivered pizza, and some fixed body parts later found them relaxing. Sam on his bed and Dean on his they were watching some show that neither of them cared about. So when Sam turned off the tv Dean didn't argue.
"So what have we got?"Sam asked.
"Well we got a pissed off female ghost that's what we got." Dean stated deadpan.
"Well no shit sherlock. "
"Well that narrows down the list. I found 5 possible ghosts. 3 male 2 female. So that narrows our scope." Dean walked over to Sam's laptop and sat down, until he remembered how possessive Sam was of it.
"Sam may I touch your laptop?" Dean asked he felt incredibly stupid asking but it was better then starting a fight.
"Ok." Dean pulled up the list of possible ghost with their photos.
"So we either got Annabelle Richards or Charlotte Benson. Judging by the photo's I'd say we're dealing with Charlotte Benson."
"What's her deal?"
"Well she died by accidental electrocution. She was a hermit who hardly ever left her apartment. As far as I can tell she wasn't well liked. I'm guessing she didn't like her neighbors."
"Why would you say that?"Sam asked.
"Well the 5 people who died were her neighbor's. 2 on either side and the 3 across from her." Dean replied.
"Looks like she wasn't a people person even when she was a person."
"Yeah."Dean said enjoying the moment. He almost sounded like Sam right now. He sounded enough like Sam that Dean could pretend he had never been split.
"We got our ghost?" said Sam with a sinister smile. Dean grimaced because hunter Sam reared his ugly face again. Also it was more then likely Sam was going to get them even more injured because of his eagerness.
The salt and burn was a very solemn and uneventful occasion. Aside from the bruises they got when Charlotte found out they were trying to burn her body and went to protect it. After wards was different story. Dean knew he had to talk to Sam about the shooting but didn't know how to get Sam to listen.
Dean was waiting for Sam to say something first, even though he knew hunter Sam was not as talkative as Sammy. When hunter Sam didn't talk, Dean tried to think about something that would break the ice. He couldn't think of anything to say as they got back in the Impala. He couldn't think of anything to say on the ride back to the motel. When they pulled into a parking lot Dean turned off the engine then cleared his throat.
"Sam we've got to talk about this."
"Talk about what?" Sam said as he opened the door and started walked toward the hotel door. Dean momentarily froze hearing Sam talking so callously, before he too got out of the car and asked.
"What? Did you just forget about the guy you shot?!" Sam turned towards him looking nonchalant.
"Oh him. Can we not talk about him he got blood on my jeans. I mean you can barely see it but -"Sam what are you talking about?! We do not shoot guys for standing in the way!" Sam raised his eyebrows.
"Maybe you don't but I do." He turned back to the motel and started walking when Dean yelled.
"Sam!" Sam turned back around looking incredibly annoyed.
"What!"
"Sam you can't do this." Sam angry glare turned icy and Dean had a feeling that he just said something really bad.
"Don't tell me what I can do." Sam turned around and walked away from their motel. That seemed to be the theme lately walk out on Dean. Which was better then the other one punch Dean.