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Chapter 37

Sam had been going through land records, police reports, property tax reports and anything else he could think of that would offer him information on the house and about what was haunting the place. He looked up when Dean laughed out loud at something on the television. Sam smiled to himself thinking that his brother hadn't had a lot to laugh about in his life and was just happy for every time he did hear laughter coming from him. Sam turned back to the screen and clicked on a couple of articles and scanned them before sitting up straighter thinking he might have found something.

"Hey, hey check this out." Sam called to his brother trying to get his attention.

Dean pushed himself from the couch and ambled over to see what Sam was so excited about.

"Wha' ya got bro?"

"Well this is not the first house build on this site. There was another house build here like fifty years ago. A couple named Cooper moved in and a year later they had a child, a little boy, Andy. When the boy was four he died." Sam explained reading the articles and paraphrasing for his brother.

"How?" Dean questioned as he glanced at the pictures in the article.

"Doesn't really say; it's listed as an accident. Four months later the wife disappears. Husband says she was so distraught over their son dying she ran away. He thinks she committed suicide. Four months after that the house burns down and the husband is found in the yard dead. Cops think he committed suicide too, shot himself in the head. The land stood undeveloped until about fifteen years ago. A developer bought it and had what was left of the burned down house cleared out and this house built. Five years ago it was updated and the Jordans moved in. He started doing some landscaping about two months ago and that's when they started having problems."

"Sounds a little fishy to me. I wonder if Jordan disturbed something when he was digging?" Dean said. "Think there's more to the wife's story than that?"

"Autopsy report says he had alcohol and uppers in his system, but neither would of killed him. Cops don't know if it was the husband who set the fire or not. There were no signs of anyone else around, but they couldn't prove anything."

"So the husband sets his house on fire and then shoots himself? Think some sort of guilt trip for what he did?" Dean asked looking down at him. "You think he could of killed his wife and covered it up? What if Jordan was digging where her body was buried?"

"Possible, maybe we could find some people in town who knew them and get some additional information tomorrow and check out where Jordan was landscaping."

"Best place to start would be the local diner and maybe what the nearest nursing home?" Dean shrugged. "Does it say who worked the cases back then?"

"Yeah, I got the cops names. I'll see if any of them are still around." Sam replied typing quickly on the laptop.

"While you do that, I'll see what I can dig up for dinner." Dean told him heading for the kitchen.

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"Check it out, Jordan's wife left some lasagna for us and salad and breadsticks. I've got it heating up with the breadsticks. It'll be ready in a bit." Dean beamed sitting out paper plates and the container of salad.

"Homemade lasagna, I'm starved." Sam replied taking a deep breath and breathing in the aroma coming from the oven.

"Wash up and I'll check it."

Sam went to the sink and washed his hands as he watched his brother play Martha Stewart. Dean grabbed pot holders and pulled the dish from the oven and sat it on a hotplate on the table. He got out the bread sticks and dumped them on a plate to go beside it. To finish it off, he places a beer at each place setting and stood back to admire his work.

"Looks good bro." Sam told him drying his hands before pulling out the chair to sit down.

Dean took his place beside his brother and picked up his beer and holding it toward Sam for him to do the same. Sam picked up his and clinked it to his brother's beer.

"To family bro." Dean said looking his brother in the eyes as he clinked his bottle to his.

"Family." Sam agreed with a gently nod and sipped his beer trying to keep the tears from his eyes. He knew how much Dean cared about those he thought of as family and would do anything for them.

"Ok, let's dig in." Dean commanded picking up a spatula to dish the lasagna out.

They ate with gusto using bites of breadsticks to wipe their plates so they could get every bite. Both sat back with a content look on their faces and finished their beers.

"That was awesome." Dean sighed as he burped loudly.

"Really Dean?" Sam scolded him.

"Hey, that's a sign of good food. Besides there's no one here but us. C'mon let's clean up and settle down in the family room, see if we have any guests come visit tonight."

"Alright." Sam said getting up and gathering his things for the trash.

Dean ran water in the glass dish and added dish detergent, letting it soak so it would clean easier. He tossed his plate and beer bottle before following Sam into the family room. Sam was gathering his notes into a neat stack, putting the names he had found on top so they could go see them in the morning. Dean settled down on the couch and Sam took a seat on the other end while Dean claimed the remote and channel surfed until he found an old movie for them to watch.

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Soft sobbing woke Sam who had dozed off and he looked over at his brother who was out for the count at the other end of the couch. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and listened closely when he heard the sob again. Getting up slowly, he headed back down the hall to the boy's bedroom and stopped in the doorway. Looking around the room he spotted a young woman standing in the shadows of the room. The temperature in the room was chilly as Sam stepped closer.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Sam asked gently stepping closer to her.

"Where's my son?" she cried out to him madly.

"Do you not remember? Your son died when he was four. What happened to you?" he asked seeing blood on the front of her shirt.

"You took my son!" she screamed at him throwing him backwards against the wall before disappearing.

"Wait!" Sam called looking around the room for the spirit but not seeing her. He pushed off the wall rubbing his head and hip and headed back to the family room to tell Dean. "Hey wake up." Sam told him kicking at his legs and stepping back.

Dean jerked awake and went for his gun, ready to fight.

"Wha' is 't?" he slurred wiping his face trying to wake up.

"I saw her." Sam said shuffling through his notes to find the information he had written down.

"Saw who?" he grumbled shaking himself to wake up.

"The wife, Cammie, I saw her in the boy's bedroom." Sam said rolling his shoulders and wincing. "She wanted her son and it looked like she had been stabbed or shot or something."

"Are you ok?" he asked when he saw Sam grimace in pain.

"It's nothing." Sam said dismissing his pain. "We need to find where her son is buried."

The air in the family room grew cold and the woman appeared across from them. She stared madly at them as things began to shake and fall in the room. Dean grabbed the sawed off raising it to fire as he stepped in front of Sam.

"No Dean don't." Sam said deciding she wouldn't hurt them and stepped around Dean toward the spirit.

Before Dean could fire or answer, he was propelled backwards, the gun he was holding was jerked from his hands and slid across the floor. Dean collided with a chair and fell over it sending both of them to the floor. He suddenly felt a tightening in his chest as he found it hard to breath and started gasping for air.

Sam saw his brother's distress and quickly turned to the spirit stepping in front of his brother. He pushed out hard as he yelled to her.

"Stop it! You'll kill him!" he commanded sending a wave of energy at her causing the spirit to break her hold on Dean and to step back looking surprisingly at Sam. "We don't want to hurt you." Sam started calming down when he heard Dean sucking in long hard breaths. "Please, we only want to help." he continued holding out his hands in peace. 'Let us help you.' Sam said in him mind, trying to project it to her soul.

"My son!" she whispered in a painful voice. "He's keeping us apart." she mumbled hanging her head.

Sam stepped closer to her being careful to move slowly and non-threateningly. He could hear Dean untangling himself from the chair and stumble to his feet.

"Sammy?" he questioned hoarsely.

"It's ok Dean, she won't hurt me." Sam tried to assure him hoping what he was saying was true.

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The spirit didn't move when Sam was finally within reach of her. He raised his arm and gently laid a hand on her ice cold arm and shut his eyes. Icy tentacles ran up his arm making him shiver uncontrollably. He wasn't sure why he did this, something popped in his mind telling him he could find answers. He opened his mind to her and let her show him what had happened. Sam saw a cute brown headed boy jumping around and playing and Cammie sitting on a blanket reading and watching him. He heard her laughter as Andy ran by chasing a butterfly. Without warning, the scene changed and Sam grimaced by the sudden onslaught of grief and pain. She was stumbling down a flight of steps to the broken body of her son. Cammie gathered him in her arms as she screamed into the night. Sam saw a figure at the top of the stairs staring down at them before turning and walking away. Before he could process these feelings, he was thrust into another scene of Cammie trying to run away from a man but was caught and thrown to the ground. He could feel the rage and anger boiling off the man, who he figured was her husband, Roger, when suddenly he began to stab her several times in the chest. Cammie tries to scream, but blood began to bubble from her mouth as the knife slashed in again. He watched the husband fold a tarp over her still alive body and drag her outside. The husband was going to plant some shrubs and a couple of trees so he had already dug up the backyard. He dropped the tarp into one of the larger holes and started to fill it in. Sam started to sway as his legs started to buckle as he felt everything she had gong through overpower him in such a rush it almost sent him spiraling into unconsciousness.

"I got ya Sammy." a soft voice whispered in his ear as strong arms when around him to help hold him up. Dean grabbed the back of his jeans with one hand and his free arm with the other, giving him extra support so he wouldn't fall. He felt Sam's body trembling under his touch and the icy coolness of his skin against his as he let him lean back against him. Sam had a death grip on the spirit's arm as he kept his link with her.

Tears leaked from Sam's eyes as the spirit started to wail in grief and sorrow. The last scene that claimed his mind was the feeling of cold, damp and earthly smells surrounding him before a scoop of dirt was thrown down on his face. He started to cough and jerk when more rained down on him trapping him in the darkness. His contact with the spirit was broken when Dean pulled him away, concerned when Sam struggled to breathe and gasped for air. He was lucky she disappeared because he was afraid he would of breaking Sam's fingers to get him to let go.

"Hey, hey! Sammy wake up, talk to me." Dean urged patting Sam's cheeks as he helped him sit on the couch. "Open your eyes bro." Dean told him as he grabbed a throw off the back of the couch and wrapped it around Sam's shoulders. He rubbed his arms briskly, trying to warm him up quicker. Sam's head rolled from side to side before he coughed hard again and wheezed in short breaths as his eye lids fluttered for a moment before opening a slit trying to focus on the face in front of him.

"That's it Sammy, a little deeper now, breath deeper." Dean encouraged still not seeing recognition in his glazed eyes yet. "Look at me, come on back now Sammy. It's over."

"Dee..." Sam mumbled trying to push away and get to Cammie, but she had disappeared again.

"Easy there tiger, sit here a minute. That took a lot out of you, you're like an ice cube." he cautioned putting a hand in the middle of his chest to keep him seated.

"Need...Help...Her." he grunted out as he got control of his mind and squinted his eyes shut again against the glaring lights. "Lights." he whined trying to cover them with a hand.

"Hold on." Dean said hurrying to switches to turn off the overhead lights and just leave on a small lamp that gave off enough light for him to see. "There, they're off. Sammy what happened?"

"I saw it; she let me see what happened." Sam said wearily leaning back against the couch and rubbing his burning eyes.

"You can do that? Crap Sammy! How'd you know how to do that?"

"I don't know, I just felt I could do it. The son fell down steps and died, I think the father pushed him." he said looking up at his brother. "Could I have some water?" he asked clearing his throat.

"Yeah, sure, stay right here. We'll talk more 'bout your ghost whispering later." Dean stressed to him before heading to the kitchen for water.

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Sam rubbed the back of his neck and moved his body around trying to find the aches and pains and massaging those he could. He pulled the throw tighter around him to ward off the chill. He felt something cold against his hand and opened his eyes to see the water bottle Dean was holding out to him.

"Thanks." Sam mumbled glad Dean had opened it for him. He brought it to his lips and let the cold liquid dripped down his throat easing the dryness as he swallowed. He took several more swallows before he answered his brother.

"Her husband killed her, stabbed her with a knife. He buried her somewhere on this property." he said looking down at the water bottle. "I'm guessing maybe where they started digging around to redo the yard. Cammie said he was keeping her from her son."

"So we may have two spirits to deal with here?" Dean mumbled as he began to mull things around in his head. "Does it say if the husband was buried around here and the son?"

"I'll see." Sam said leveling himself forward so he could get off the couch and get his laptop but Dean stopped him with a hand to his chest.

"It can wait until tomorrow, you need to rest and get warm." Dean told him still feeling a chill on his brother. "Move over."

Sam scooted down on the couch so Dean could settle beside him. He didn't resist when Dean pulled him closer and draped and arm around his shoulders letting Sam's head rest on his chest. He took another throw to drape over both of them as Sam fisted his shirt and tried to relax feeling his brother's slow breathing and matching his own to it. Between Dean's body heat and the throws, Sam could feel his body heating back up. Dean could feel Sam cuddling closer and felt his warm breath on his neck as he began to snore softly. It wasn't long before Dean dozed letting his cheek rest on Sam's head.

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Early morning light streamed through the windows of the farm house as Dean slowly started waking up trying to figure out where he was and what was laying on him. He rubbed his stiff neck as he looked down, Sam had slipped down his chest during the night and was curled up, partly in his lap still asleep. Dean ran a hand over Sam's head and tried to figure out if he could get up without waking him. Deciding he couldn't. he shook Sam's shoulder gently and he jerked awake and groaned as he tried to sit up with Dean's help.

"Time to wake up Sammy." Dean told him as he pushed Sam upward to a sitting position. "I'll go start some coffee."

"Bathroom." Sam mumbled fighting the throws so he could get up. Once he got untangled, Sam headed for the bathroom. He still felt a minor chill deep, deep down in his bones but hoped some hot coffee would help with that. After he finished in the bathroom, Sam went to find his brother by following the smell of coffee. He found Dean in the kitchen staring at the coffee pot as it filled with coffee.

"How ya feeling today?" Dean asked hearing his brother stop at the counter and sit on a stool. He didn't look up at him while he waited for an answer.

"I'm fine." Sam answered coughing and clearing his throat.

"Ummm...Right." Dean said sarcastically seeing right through the lie. "Good, coffee's ready." he continued pouring two cups and passing one to Sam to doctor to his liking.

Sam added sugar and cream and cupped the mug with both hands feeling the warmth coming off it and soaking into his hands. He sighed as he sipped the hot liquid feeling it warm his body inside out.

"After we finish our coffees you check on the husband, see if he's buried around here and we'll go see if anyone's around that might shed some light on Roger Cooper. We'll grab some food while we're out."

"Alright, I'm gonna get a quick shower." Sam said a little stronger this time as he got up to get his bag.

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Dean knocked on the door of a modest home and waited for someone to answer. They had tracked down a detective that was around when the Coopers died. Movement could be heard from behind the door before locks were opened and the door opened.

"Can I help you?" an elderly gentleman asked.

"Mr. Bridges, my partner and I are doing research for a book and was wondering if you could tell us anything you remember about an incident that happened about forty-five years ago to a family named Cooper. They lived on the outskirts of town, husband and wife and son. The son died and the mother went missing. The husband was found shot outside his burning home." Dean explained.

"Cooper, Cooper." he said slowly trying to remember the name. "That does ring a bell, why don't ya come on in and let me see if I have anything in my files."

"Thank you sir." Sam said as Mr. Bridges opened the screen door to allow them entrance.

They followed the man into a small living room and on into the kitchen and through another door that led to the garage. The brothers looked around the area seeing boxes stacked on shelves along one wall.

"When did you say this took place?" Mr. Bridges asked.

"Around forty-seven years ago." Sam replied.

"That would put the crime about '58 or '59." Mr. Bishop nodded. "Mind lending a hand and grabbing those two boxes on the top shelf there?"

"No problem." Dean said seeing a step ladder and opening it up to reach the boxes. He grabbed one and handed it down to Sam and then got the other one.

"We can look at the stuff in the kitchen. Would either of you two young men like a cup of coffee?"

"Thanks, that would be fine." Dean told him following him back to the kitchen and sitting his box on the table besides Sam's.

"Now let me see, I had only been on the force a couple of years when we got a call out the Cooper home." Mr. Bishop told them as he opened a box and thumbed through the files until he found what he wanted and pulled it out. "Very sad situation it was, seemed the boy got the basement door open and fell down the steps. The wife was beside herself. It took the EMT's thirty minutes to get her to let them take the body."

"What do you remember about the father, Roger Cooper?" Dean asked.

"Well let me tell you, don't like to speak ill of the dead, but I gotta tell ya, never liked that guy from the first time I met him. There was something about him that just didn't sit right with me."

"We know his wife disappeared a few months later. Did you ever get any leads to where she went?" Sam asked looking over the notes Mr. Bishop handed him.

"You'll never convince me that he didn't have something to do with his wife's disappearance. Just couldn't prove it. This is a small town and rumors spread quickly around here. Some say he beat her after the kid was born. He was one controlling bastard, I know that. He wouldn't let her be alone with anyone, couldn't question her without him being there. I know I saw it in her eyes, she was terrified of him. I have no proof and this is just an old man's thoughts, but I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't do something to that sweet little boy."

"And Cooper, he burned his house down and killed himself?" Sam inquired looking up from the file he was reading.

"Funny thing about that. The house was nearly gone when the fire department got there. We found him in the yard, he'd been shot but the weird thing was there were no finger prints on the weapon, not even his. And before you ask, he was not wearing gloves. Could never prove otherwise so it was written up as a suicide and the case was closed."

"Is he buried around here?" Dean asked giving Sam a knowing look. They were getting closer to the truth now.

"Him and the boy have a grave plot in the local cemetery on the east side of town. Such a pity the momma's not there too." he sighed shaking his head.

"You've been very helpful Mr. Bishop." Sam thanked him.

"Yes, thanks. Why don't we put these boxes back for you?" Dean suggested.

"That's awfully nice of you boys." he said as they put the files back in the boxes so they could be put back in the garage. "If you any more information, come on back by any time."

"We'll do that." Sam said smiling feeling sorry for him, figuring he was lonely and would enjoy their company.

"Goodbye Mr. Bishop and we appreciate the information." Dean told him shaking his hand before they left.

A/N: So it looks like the guys are hunting more than one spirit and another ability comes out in Sam. Hope I have peeked your interest for things to come. Did anyone else watch The Walking Dead premier, I gotta say Daddy W can be a scary bad ass! Wow it was bloody and shocking. Would love an early birthday present of over 300 reviews, if you've not reviewed, take a moment and leave me a few words. It would make my day! Please review. NC