A/N: Sorry this is a day late, I've just been so busy with exams this past week that I'm only now finding time to do this...

Chapter 36: Burn

Sam hit the ground hard, rolled away from the flying bullets and out the nearest door. Slamming the door behind him he scrambled to his feet again, but remained crouched down as he rushed to put space between himself and the possessed FBI Agent. The wind in the house rushed and swirled as the bullets ceased but the doors and windows rattled.

"You can't hide from me, not in my own house," the spirit in Scully's body taunted as the hinges of the doors broke and Sam rushed for the kitchen.

Throwing open cabinets as he'd been separated from his gear, Sam frantically searched for salt. He found what was left of a box of cooking salt and fled up the stairs into the second level just as the ghost propelled Scully through the kitchen after him.

Slamming another door as he made it to a bedroom upstairs, he fished for his cell in his coat pocket and dialled his brother. He rushed into the on suite bathroom and barred the door with a linen shelf but realized that it wasn't the only entrance into the spacious washroom. Hearing Scully cackling in the bedroom and wailing on the barred door, Sam snuck out and moved down the hall once more.

"Got the right ghost?" Was Dean's greeting when the call was finally answered.

"Yes, burn it now!" Sam whispered forcefully.

"Haven't gotten that far Sammy, you'll have to wait," Dean protested.

"Hurry up!" Sam yelled and cursed himself under his breath. Moving again he descended the stairs at a run to escape the ghost once more. "It's got Scully possessed! You need to work fasters," he yelled again and then pocketed the phone.

"You can't escape, Sam Winchester," Scully said as she walked back into the kitchen. "You will die tonight."

She moved on toward the basement door but hesitated as Sam rushed for the sitting room once more. She moved slowly, laughing maniacally but as she passed into the sitting room Sam grabbed her, and struggling against both woman and ghost, he forced the table salt into Scully's mouth.

The ghost shrieked and sputtered as she ejected herself from the human form she was possessing and disappeared into the house again.

"Dana!" Sam shook the woman still in his arms. "Come on, don't be dead."

Scully choked and spat out the salt as the wind took hold of the house again. Letting her drop to her hands and knees, gasping for air, Sam reached for the shot gun and the salt in his bag. He barred the door, dropped salt lines in a rushed and frantic way, but the wind in the room stopped as the doors rattled and the shrieking continued in the rest of the house.

"You'll pay," the ghost screamed.

"We don't have much time before that wind fills the house with the gas," Sam said as he rushed back to Scully. "Can you walk."

"I think so," She answered but struggled.

Sam threw everything he could grab into the bag at his feet as the violent shaking of the doors began to disturb the salt lines.

"Get behind me," he ordered and raised the shot gun. "Come on Dean," he cursed as the doors flew open and the ghost appeared once more before them.

"Shit!" Dean cursed as he dove back into the hole where he'd left Mulder. "The ghost has Dana," he finished as he dropped to his hands and knees, clawing in the dirt to find the casket.

"What do you mean it has Dana?" Mulder asked fearfully.

"Sam wasn't exactly in a position to elaborate. We've gotta burn these bones now!" Dean stated forcefully.

Moments passed like lifetimes in their frantic digging but finally the shovels struck something hard and the lid was thrown open. Dean scampered out of the hole for his duffle, cracked the box of salt clean in half and dumped it down as Mulder came out of the hole. Then lighter fluid was sprayed everywhere as Mulder struck the matches, the whole book at once, and dropped them into the hole. There was a whoosh of light and sound as the fire ignited and Dean cursed at his phone as the call to his brother went unanswered.

"We gotta get outta here," Mulder yelled. "We have to help them."

"We can't," Dean said and motioned to the fiery grave. "We can't leave this and go back into town. We'll never get away," He reasoned.

"But Scully," Mulder protested.

"And my brother, I know!" Dean yelled and dialled the phone again.

"We really are going to die in here," Scully whispered as she clung to Sam and he fired round after round into the ghost.

"Dean will pull through," Sam said as he reloaded and fired again and then all at once the ghost screamed and burst into flames.

"Run," Sam yelled as the ghost burnt before their eyes but the fire didn't die away. "The gas!"

Stumbling as there ran, the fire spread quickly, up curtains, over rugs and papered walls, as the gas ignited and the house went up in flames. They burst out of the back of the house, Scully keeled over coughing and weak from the ordeal but just in time to hear windows explode and to see the flames lick the sky.

"We've got to go!" Sam said through coughs as he picked her up around the waist and practically carried her down the ally to where they'd left their vehicle.