Chapter Thirty-eight.

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"So. How do you guys know about all this ghost stuff?" Kat asked us. This was like the eighteenth question she'd asked us since we split from Dean. And I still wasn't too happy about that. I groaned and rolled my eyes at her persistence.

"Because it's our job," I groaned at her while glaring at the back of Sam's head while he led us all towards the door. This is almost verbatim what I just told Sam. I even bet that he rolled his eyes at my comment too.

Sam didn't answer either, he just kept leading us on, and I am sure he was trying to ignore what I'd just said. I shot my eyes from the back of Sam's head, to Kat's as she scoffed. "Why would anyone want a job like that?" My eyes instantly narrowed at her skull, and I found myself wishing her hair to start on fire. Why do we want a job like this? We don't, but we do it so that idiot kids like you don't go getting themselves killed by whispering ghosts in haunted asylums! I had to physically fight the urge to launch myself at her and yell in her face. Do you see what fighting with Sam has done to me? I'm not the sweet Becca you met anymore! This is getting out of hand.

There was a laugh that came from the front of the line, and I listened as Sam told Kat, "We had a crappy guidance counselor." Okay, so that was a little funny. If I hadn't been so upset with him, I would have laughed and not just smirked with pride.

"And Dean? He's your boss?" Kat pressed on.

"Basically," I sighed while Sam spun and looked down at her, angrily and told her, "No." That's when our eyes met and I could feel the tension building.

Kat eyed both of us, not knowing what to say next. "So, which is it?" she questioned.

"Dean's oldest," I snarled while continuing my stare down with Sam. "He calls the shots when Dad isn't around. Always has. Always will. That's just how it goes." I was definitely telling Sam this as well as Kat and Gavin. "Basically," I eyed Kat with an evil sneer, "it's orders."

Oh, that was a hot button for Sam, for sure. "Some of us stopped following orders, and learned how to grow up and make their own decisions instead of always doing what they were told, like some child."

"Child? You think I'm a child. Why? Because I believed Dad when he said that he knew what was best? I was a good daughter, and a good sister. I didn't leave my family."

Scoffing, Sam's eyes flashed a hard humor in my direction. "Oh really? A good daughter and sister? Like getting drunk in sororities? Flaunting your body just to get a few extra bucks during a pool game? Acting like a whore? Dean may let you get away with that crap, but you're my sister too, Becca, and –"

I stepped right up to Sam and pressed my chest against his as I put every ounce of anger and frustration into my eyes and voice. "I'm warning you Sam –"

"What, Becca?" he chuckled, matching my look. "It's not like you'd do anything. Dean hasn't given you permission to," he growled as some sort of challenge.

I watched his eyes, and saw that slow glimmer of victory begin to seep into them. That glimmer pushed me over the edge, and I shoved him back with as much force as I could – causing him to stumble. Sam reinforced his stance and instantly pinned me to the wall between Kat and Gavin, his arm under my chin. I could tell just by the way his eyes were slits that he wanted to hurt me. "That's right, Sam," I spit out at him as I tried not to show my fear of his arm on my neck. "Go ahead and hit me. Choke me out. Let me fall to the ground so I'm out of your hair. That's what you want, right? You do it, and then you can go ahead and tell Dean and Dad just what you did."

Kat and Gavin were tugging at Sam's body, trying to pull him off of me. His hold on me wasn't too tight, and I knew that he wouldn't hurt me, because it was me, and because Sam wouldn't do that to a girl. Hell, let's be honest, he probably couldn't even do this to anyone. He was just holding me back, but it had been how many years – and we'd never fought like this. So I knew that he wouldn't do it, but I feared that he really wanted to do it. Our glares deepened, and at that moment I knew that every ounce of anger I had for him after that phone call made sense.

"You guys," Kat begged as Sam continued to hold me against the wall. "Please stop." Sam and I never blinked as we looked at each other, and time seemed to stand still until he dropped his arm and then grabbed my arm and shoved me ahead of the line. I spun quickly and went to move back over to him, to punch him in his face, when Kat put her hands on my chest, and tried to hold me back. I say tried because if I had really wanted to, I could have moved her out of my way no problem. "Just, just help us find the doors," she urged, trying to do anything she could to get us separated.

"Yeah," I nodded. "We've gotta get you guys out of here and get back to Dean." I didn't want to turn my back on Sam, but I allowed Kat to place a hand on my shoulder as though she were some sort of guide as we ventured down the hall.

I managed to eventually shake Kat's hand off my shoulder, and she handled it pretty well. The tension was as thick as the walls around us. It was as though the gods answered some sort of prayer that I'd been making though, because the door finally appeared, and I quickly half-jogged over to it. The sooner I get Kat and Gavin out of here I can go back in there and find Dean. Whether or not Sam joins us really is not really any of my concern at this point. I exhaled as I placed my hands on the handle and moved to open the door. And it didn't. I tugged on the door again, trying to both push and pull, hoping to move it just even a smidge. And it didn't... again. That's when I got intense with it and started to practically bounce in the air along with the movements I was trying and failing to get the door to do. I gave up as the other three finally stopped a few feet away from me, and I turned to face them with my tongue stuck in a cheek. "All right, so we've got a problem," I told them. Kat shook her head, not understanding, and I demonstrated by pulling on the door once more.

"Then break it down," Gavin demanded.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Okay, yeah, go for it. You throw yourself against the metal barrier. I'd rather not pop a shoulder, but hey, you're the big bad tough guy – let me know how it works out for ya," I sarcastically replied.

Gavin turned to Sam, "Then there's got to be a window," he suggested.

Kat shook her head. "They're barred, Gavin."

"Then how are we supposed to get out?"

"I don't think we are," I told him honestly as I looked up to Sam to gauge his response to not being able to make sure that they were out of here and safe.

Sam's voice pulled Kat and Gavin from looking at me, to looking up at him. "There's something in here. It doesn't want us to leave," he explained.

"Those patients…" Kat trailed off, seeming worried.

"No," Sam and I told her at the same time. "It's something else," he finished with a lowered brow while eyeing me with annoyance. "We're gonna have to try and find some other way out of here. All right, I'm gonna go back see if there's something we passed –"

I cut him off, sidestepping around Kat, "And what does that mean for me?"

Sam looked down at me and sighed. "You stay with them and find, I don't know, a window without any bars or something. We need to get them out of here," he ordered as he wandered away while pointing down the hall. I didn't even get a chance to argue with him before he disappeared. I just huffed and spun around, stomping away from Kat and Gavin to try and find any other door around us.

My search ended up being a total and complete failure, so instead of throwing Gavin through the door like I wanted to, I was squatting down towards the floor, my back resting on the wall behind me while I played with my flashlight. I was looking ahead, and sticking my tongue behind my lip as Gavin continued to complain and whine and insist that there was some way through the metal barriers. He had already told me that I wasn't trying hard enough; and that if this was my supposed "job", that I wasn't very good at it. Hence me wanting to bash his skull against the wall. He was pacing in front of me, while Kat leaned against the wall beside me, standing to her full height. "What if you like, pick the lock?" Gavin questioned.

"Gavin, listen to me," I sighed while I stopped playing with my flashlight. "We cannot just 'pick the lock' because whatever wants us in here isn't going to just let us out. So, sit down, shut up, and wait for Sam to come back like the rest of us are."

He rolled his eyes at me and just continued to pace and complain. I did my best to shut him out, but was about to snap all over him when I heard feet scuffling in the distance. Standing up immediately, I put myself between Gavin, Kat, and the sound, ready to be some sort of protection for them. I won't lie, part of me relaxed a little bit when I saw it was Sam, and the other part of me was angry just to see his stupid head. "All right, I've looked everywhere. There's no other way out," he told us as he ran a hand through his hair.

"So what the hell are we gonna do?" Gavin immediately asked him; clearly upset at the information he had just been given.

"Well, for starters, we're not gonna panic," Sam told him with a skeptical look, and then looked over to me, as if questioning what was going on.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head in response, showing him that he shouldn't even bother to try and understand. Gavin flipped though, and was practically right in Sam's face yelling, "Why the hell not!" as someone's phone started to ring.

I threw my hands up and held Gavin back as Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket and answered it. "Whoa, who do you think you are?!" I yelled at Gavin who was so angry his nostrils were flaring. "You don't get to yell at him, I do. Watch yourself kid, we're doing what we can to get you out of here, so let us do our job!"

Holding back Gavin and trying to get him to step down from me was a lot harder than I thought – because I actually thought that this kid wouldn't really fight me getting in his face. I was wrong, and he kept trying to shove past me to get to Sam; probably to get in his face. Sam's voice caused me to stop trying to stand against him though. "All right, Becca can't pull a trigger because of her cast, so can either or you handle a shotgun?"

"Wait, what? What are you talking about? Who was on the phone?" I threw at him.

"That was Dean. The thing is goin' after him, and I'm gonna go help," Sam explained with a hard sigh.

Um, nooooooo. That's now how this works. "I'm going with you," I told him instantly.

Sam stopped and re-gripped the shotgun he was ready to hand out. "No, you're not. You're staying here, and making sure nothing gets them," he indicated to Kat and Gavin.

"Says who?" I snarled.

"Says me. Oldest is in charge, remember? So be a good soldier, and stay with them. Which one of you can handle this?" Sam held the gun in the air, showing Kat and Gavin.

Kat quickly snatched forward and brought the gun to her chest, shocking us all. "My dad took me skeet shooting a couple 'a times," she admitted shyly.

Shaking my head I turned back to face Sam. "Knock it off. This is more important than your stupid dislike of me right now. That's my brother this thing is going after, and I'm not letting you go down there alone to save him. Now, I'm coming with you. Unless you got a really good reason I shouldn't." It wasn't just anger in my voice – it was fear. Fear that Dean was seriously in trouble, especially if he had to call Sam for help.

"I can handle it, Becca. Dean didn't say to bring you, so you're staying here. Someone has to make sure that they don't get attacked, and right now the only person to do that is you," he explained, sending a realization into my mind. I hadn't even considered that if we both left, both of them would have been left here alone. I was more focused on the fact that my family was in possible danger. "Set her up with the rock salt and I'll be back," he bit before shoving a ton of rounds into my chest and then quickly turning and running around the corner.

There is legit steam coming off of me right now. He did not just tell me to 'be a good soldier' and then leave me here, with a bunch of teens who can't read warning signs. Forget them maybe not being protected. She had a shotgun, right? "Is… Is this loaded?" Kat voiced from behind me.

Hanging my head, I turned to face her. "Yeah. It's got rock salt rounds in it. The salt won't kill a spirit – but it will help repel it; buy more time if we need it. So, if you see something, anything, you shoot, got it? I'm not going to be able to do it for you, so you need to be on your game. Especially since you're the one watching my back right now." I handed her a bunch of the rounds and she nodded, listening to my instructions, and then stuck the leftover rounds into her pockets.

Gavin was back to pacing the hallway, and this time Kat and I were reversed in our stances. She was now crouched down, and I was checking my phone, and about ready to shove myself off of the wall and bolt down the hall after Sam. I didn't like this, not at all. I didn't like that Dean was somewhere, with some thing after him; I didn't like that Sam was the one who was there to help him; and I didn't like that I stayed back here just to make sure that these two idiots didn't get ghost killed.

"Hey, Gavin?" Kat sighed. I looked from my phone which told me Sam had been gone for officially 27 minutes now, and hoped that Kat was about to tell Gavin to sit the hell down and stay still because he was pissing her off. Wait, or is that me he's pissing off?

I had to push myself flat up against the wall as Gavin came and crouched down beside her, as if what they were going to talk about was some huge secret or something. "Yeah?" he whispered.

"If we make it out of here alive… we are so breaking up," she announced, not even bothering to keep it at a low volume.

I stifled a laugh – no I didn't. I straight laughed, causing Gavin to glare at me and then push himself off the ground. He started to pick up his pacing again when there was a noise around the corner. I knocked my leg against Kat's, and she rose to stand right beside me, the gun positioned, aimed, and ready to shoot. "Okay, something's coming. You ready to shoot?" I asked her with sincere hope that she was completely ready to save my life in necessary. I kept my eyes at the corner of the wall, waiting, with just as much anticipation as she was, for whatever was about to round it and come our way. A head suddenly appeared, and I ducked the minute that the crack of the gun rang through the corridor.

"Damn it! Damn it, don't shoot! It's me!" was shouted from around the corner that Kat had just shot at.

"Dean!" I yelled, picking myself up off the floor and pushing Kat out of my way as she apologized.

I crashed right into him as he came from around the corner. "Son of a –" he had to physically catch me before I fell to his feet. "What are they still doing here? Becca, where's Sam?"

Furrowing my brows I looked up at him as he steadied me. 'Where's Sam?' Sam should have been right behind him. I stepped around him, and looked around the corner as Gavin told him, "He went to the basement. You called him."

"I didn't call anybody," Dean argued.

I came back to stand next to Dean, not understanding. "His phone rang and he said it was you. Then he told me to stay here and babysit. I knew I should have gone with him!"

"No, you were right to stay with them," Dean responded. "You said he went to the basement?" Gavin, Kat, and I all nodded our heads in a positive response. "All right," Dean began to grab extra weapons and passed them out. He grabbed a gun, and almost put it in my hand until he thought twice and then handed me a thing of salt.

I stared at the container in my hand, and then up to him. "Seriously? I get salt. What am I supposed to do with this? Season them to death? I'd have to get like, in the spirit for this to even work," I whined.

Dean gave me his 'get over it' look, and turned to Kat and Gavin, ignoring me as I practiced throwing salt at a spirit. I made sure keep the lip closed, don't worry. I'm not just a condiment waster. "You two need to watch yourselves," he instructed them. "And you," he poked me, "need to watch out for me. Ready?"

Tossing my flashlight over to Gavin, I nodded to Dean and we started for the basement. Waiting until we were far enough that I couldn't hear Gavin and Kat talking, I made sure they couldn't hear me either. "You think he's okay?" I asked Dean, trying not to let my worry show through in my voice.

"That's what we're gonna find out. You gonna be able to handle this?" Dean raised as we picked up our pace.

I had to actually think about it. Was I going to be able to handle Sam getting hurt? We'd been fighting nonstop lately, and I didn't even like the idea of being in the same room with him; but he was my brother. That wasn't going to change. I didn't like the idea of something hurting him, and the last thing I'd thought being that he was an overgrown jackass who deserved a punch in the face. "Yeah. I'll be okay," I decided.

We didn't talk much more as we continued our rush to the basement. Our main goal was just to make sure that we got to Sam before anything bad happened. Practically tripping over my feet on the last set of stairs, Dean called out Sam's name, waiting for a response, and then went to go through a door, but stopped in the middle of the archway. His hand was held out, signaling for me to stay back, as he jumped and raised his shotgun with his opposite hand. "Man," he growled, "answer me when I'm calling you! You alright?" he questioned as he stepped farther into the room, but indicated for me to hang back.

I didn't question this command like I had Sam's. I waited, and listened, holding my salt can at the ready. "Yeah," Sam assured Dean. "I'm fine.

"You know it wasn't me who called your cell, right?" Dean continued, his voice getting farther away as he walked further into the room.

"Yeah, I know. I think something lured me down here."

I found myself sighing out of relief. If Sam knew that something lured him down here, he was on guard then. He was okay. "I think I know who. Dr. Ellicott. That's what the spirits have been trying to tell us. You haven't seen him, have you?"

Sam didn't answer right away, and my right brow rose in question. "No," he finally announced. "How do you know it was him?"

""Cause I found his log book," Dean explained. "Apparently he was experimenting on his patients, awful stuff. Makes lobotomies look like a couple 'a aspirin."

"But Becca said that it was the patients who rioted," Sam argued.

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "They were rioting against Dr. Ellicott. Dr. Feelgood was working on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger then they would be cured of it. Instead it only made them worse and worse and angrier and angrier. So I'm thinking, what if his spirit is doing the same thing? To the cop? To the kids in the seventies, making them so angry they become homicidal… Come on, we gotta find his bones and torch 'em, and then get back to Becca."

A chill ran down my spine. '…made them angrier and angrier… so angry that they become homicidal...' Sam was already angry – with me. Dean needed to get him out of there, right now. Something deep down inside told me that we needed to hurry.

"How? The police never found his body," Sam insisted.

The footsteps that had started coming towards the door, quickly stopped. "The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere where he'd work on his patients. So, if I was a patient I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on it myself."

And cue the second spine chill. Dean actually thought about what he would do in this sort of situation? Creep. What a freak. "I don't know," Sam told him, "it sounds kinda…"

"Crazy?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah. Exactly," Dean answered.

I peaked my head around the door frame when I heard a second door open, and their footsteps faded away. They were standing in another room, and Sam's back was too me as Dean stood ahead of him. I made sure to move as quietly as I possibly could, so that Sam wouldn't know I was down here. I mean, Dean made the point of not only keeping me back, but also saying that they would have to go back and find me – he didn't want Sam to know, and I was going to do my best to make sure that he didn't. Dean was slowly looking around the room, while Sam stood there, not really doing anything. Because he's a lazy bum, apparently.

"I told you, I looked everywhere," Sam sighed. "I didn't find a hidden room." I scrunched up my face. Sam didn't tell Dean that he had looked everywhere for a hidden room – he told me and the people upstairs that he'd looked everywhere for a way out. There was never talk about a hidden room.

"Well, that's why they call it hidden…" Dean responded with his normal come back attitude. He stood still for a minute, and I saw his head cock to the side as if listening for something. "You hear that?" he questioned.

Straining to listen to what Dean heard, I couldn't. I couldn't hear anything, so I had to assume that it was in the room with him. "What?" Sam voiced my thoughts.

Dean continued to look around, and I saw through a space between Sam and the door frame that he was crouching down and inspecting something directly in front of him. "There's a door here," he announced.

A wave of relief washed over me. If there was a door there, that means that we were that much closer to getting rid of Ellicott's body. "Dean," Sam suddenly spoke, and I watched as he raised his hands up in front of him. "Step back from the door," he ordered. I didn't understand. I couldn't see what he was holding, but the way that Dean turned and eyed Sam's chest and then his face, made me panic.

"Sam, put the gun down," Dean said as he slowly began to rise to his fully height, his hands out in front of him as a form of protection.

My breath caught in my throat and I felt my eyes go round in fear. Sam was threatening to shoot Dean. He was really going to pull the trigger on our brother, the guy who hadn't done anything wrong. If anyone deserved to have that gun pointing at them, it was most definitely me. I stepped closer to the door, and caught Dean's eyes just on the side of Sam's neck. The connection had been so fast that I doubt Sam even saw it, but Dean didn't want me to attack Sam. He wanted me to stay quiet. And even though every fiber in my being was telling me to ignore him, I wouldn't. "Is that an order?" Sam hissed.

"Nah," Dean joked, making me angry that he couldn't take this as seriously as I felt he should have. "It's more of a friendly request."

A quick fwish sounded as Sam's arms raised and his sleeves rubbed against the sides of his coat. My heart was pounding in my chest. All I had to do was jump forward and I could have tackled him. But he could have pulled the trigger in reflex – shooting Dean. "'Cause I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders; I'm not Becca, Dean. I'll tell you no."

I swallowed. This wasn't good. All this anger he had for me was pointed to Dean, and I didn't know how to stop it. I knew that if I called out, Dean would flip. He'd rather have him at the end of that barrel than me, that was for sure. And it wasn't that I was scared about Sam pointing the gun at me, okay, that actually really terrified me. But I didn't have a real way to fight him back. I had a container of salt, and I couldn't pull a trigger to stop him if I needed to. "I knew it. Ellicott did something to you."

"For once in your life, just shut your mouth!" Sam instantly snapped, causing me to jump.

"What are you gonna do, Sam?" Dean spit quickly. "Gun's filled with rock salt. It's not gonna kill me."

My entire body tensed, and I felt myself gasp and my chest tightened as the hammer pushed the bullet forward through the barrel of the gun. Dean flew backwards, smashing through whatever door he'd found earlier and I saw him land on the floor. "Dean!" I yelled as Dean yelled, "Sam!"

Sam spun to face me, the gun pointed at my chest. I felt panic rise and my chest was heaving rapidly as a sly smile spread across my brother's face. "Becca," he spoke. "You aren't even smart enough to be a good soldier and listen to the orders I gave you. Well, since you want to be like Dean so much –"

"No," Dean called from where he laid gasping for breath on the floor in the hidden room. "Sam, you leave her alone. You point that gun back at me!"

Sam complied, but with the meanest look I've ever seen on his face. The gun was pointed back at Dean, and Sam snarled, "More orders! Don't you ever get tired of –"

Dean quickly cut him off as I looked around the floor at my feet. I need something, anything to help me right now. "We gotta burn Ellicott's bones!" Dean yelled out. "This will all be over then, and Sam will back to normal." Dean was choking out his words, and I felt my chest rising with anger and fear again.

"I am normal," Sam argued. "I'm just telling the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here?" Sam was looking back and forth between Dean and me now, waving the gun around, and completely freaking me out. "'Cause you and Becca are following Dad's orders again, like the good little soldiers that the two of you suddenly are? Dean, you always were, but you," Sam spun and pointed the gun to me while focusing his anger on my form once again, "you are the thing that gets me. You never just went along. I mean you went along, but you had your own mind. You didn't always just go along without any questions. Who's approval are you guys trying to get?"

"This isn't you talking, Sam," Dean called out, once again trying to draw Sam's attention to him.

Sam fell for it, again, as I saw an old, broken, folded wheelchair. My brows furrowed. What that work? Could that work, there was no way in hell that it would work. I double checked to see Sam standing over Dean. "That's the difference between you and me. I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic, like you two are."

"So what are you gonna do, huh? Are you gonna kill me?" I froze and looked back at Dean. Why would he even consider saying that? We should not be putting these thoughts into our brother's head – especially when he was going super psycho at the moment.

"You know what, I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago," Sam bit quickly.

"Well, then here. Let me make it easier for you," I watched in horror as Dean held out his gun for Sam to take. "Come on. Take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt." Sam didn't move. I didn't move. Dean didn't move. Everything was frozen, and I heard my heart in my ears. "Take it!" Dean screamed, and Sam finally grasped it and pointed it at Dean's face. I closed the distance between me and the wheelchair, pulling at it as hard as I could to get it to come free from the debris it was pinned behind. "You hate me that much? You think you could kill your own brother? Then go ahead. Pull the trigger –"

"Dean!" I yelled, trying to tell him to stop. "No. Sam, you don't listen to him. Don't you even think about pulling that trigger, Sam –"

"But you pull that trigger, and you stop with me. You leave Becca alone, you understand me?" I felt a tear slip down my cheek as I finally managed to get one of the leg pieces to break off of the wheel chair – you know, where the foot like rests, but that rod that's connected to the chair itself? That is the part that broke. "Do it!" Dean screamed.

I came up behind Sam as I heard the click of the hammer hitting an empty barrel. My body slumped in relief. Then I heard the click again, and again. That's when it hit me. Sam was really trying to kill Dean. He wanted him dead. Red filled my sight, and I gripped the leg piece as tight as I could in my left hand, bringing my arms back and then throwing them forward. Sam's body fell immediately from the contact, and I dropped my weapon, breathing heavily. I felt so much anger seep out of my system and I looked over Sam's crumpled form to Dean who was lying in shock. "Feel better?" Dean questioned.

Continuing to breathe heavily, I nodded my head. "So much better," I told him before stepping over Sam's body and going to Dean, helping him up.

Dean struggled against the force of pain that was drawing him down, and he moved us to stand over Sam. "Man, and he really thought I was going to give him a loaded pistol. Can you believe this guy? Sorry, Sammy." Dean began to force us turn around to face back into the hidden room. I helped him farther into the room, and he tightened his grip on my shoulder, indicating to a closed cupboard. "Hey, get me over there," he groaned. I did as he instructed, and he opened the door, revealing a still decomposing corpse.

I gagged and just about dropped Dean's body. "Oh, dude, that is totally ripe. Close the door, close the door!"

"You got that salt I gave you?"

I looked over my shoulder, and groaned. "Stay here, I left it in the other room when I had to find some way to save your life."

I dropped his arm from around my shoulders and wandered past Sam's still crumpled body, picking up the container of salt while Dean yelled, "It wasn't even loaded!"

Coming back into the room, I stood beside him and opened my salt container, dumping a ton of it onto the body. I think this thing is still juicy. Dean covered it in gasoline, and just as he reached into a pocket for his lighter, something smashed into our backs and knocked us to the ground.

I tried to sit up, and then came face to face with a ghost, and from what I could tell, it was the ghost of the ripe body I'd just salted. Looking out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dean not moving. Great. Way to freaking pass out when I'm about to become a ghost's midnight treat. Trying to push myself away from the spirit, the spirit came closer, speeding to my side, and grabbed my face. Bright lights were coming out of his hands on my cheeks, and he told me, "Don't be afraid. I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better." 'Don't be afraid'. Don't be afraid!? Because this is normal! Of course I'm afraid! Look at what that thing just did to my brother, to both my brothers! It turned one into a murdering monster, and knocked the other one out while he sat there with salt literally in his wounds! I searched around me and my eyes finally landed on Dean's bag, and I knew he always kept extra lighters inside of it. Reaching past the ghost as much as I could, I pulled the bag closer to me. The hands on my face continued to light up, and I felt small tingles of energy passing on my face. It was like he was slowly shocking me. My casted fingers reached the tip of the bag when I heard Dean groaning from my left. He picked himself up slowly and his back was too me as he started to word his complaints. When he finally looked over his shoulder to check on me, I'd just reached the lighter and cried out in frustration when I couldn't get it to hold right with my cast.

My head felt like it was going to explode with the currents this Ellicott freak was sending through it, and I felt my eyes start to droop. Before they fully closed and my vision went completely blurry, the hands left my face, and I saw something rise up in flames before going black.

There were light slaps on the side of my face, and I squinted my eyes, swiping my hands in the air at whatever was looming over me. "Ow! Damn it, Becca!" I heard Dean moan as my right arm, and cast, smacked into something.

"Dean?" I opened my eyes fully and pushed myself into a sitting position. "Did we get him?"

Dean sighed and fell into a sitting position beside me. "Yeah, Bec. We got him."

"Good."

There was a groan from outside of the hidden room and Sam was picking himself up off the ground and looked at us as though he didn't even know where he was.

"You're not going to try and kill us, are ya?" Dean immediately asked him.

Rubbing the back of his head, and pulling his hand forward, as if checking for blood, Sam repeated the motion a few more times. "No," he answered, seeming confused.

Dean stood up, and helped me up before we walked back over to Sam, and Dean helped him up as well. "Good," he clapped Sam on the shoulder. "Because that would be awkward."

I was avoiding Sam, even though I wasn't as angry with him before. I wasn't kidding when I'd told Dean that smacking him with the chair felt better. It freaking felt better. I was however, trying to make sure that I was okay after Dr. Freaky Pants went all wizard hands on my head. I felt a little more accepting of things, but was that because of the energy he shoved into my skull, or was that because I beat Sam to unconsciousness. Whatever. Not going to dwell. Going to breathe deeply and make myself one with my serenity. Ha, yeah right. Dean and Sam were walking over to where I was leaning on the Impala. I had waved a good bye to Kat, but Gavin was still angry because as we found them and walked them out of the place, he'd told me that he knew I hadn't done my job right, and that apparently I couldn't open a door since Dean walked right through it. Jackass. Whatever.

"I'm sorry, man. I said some awful things back there," Sam was saying to Dean as they stopped in front of me. "To both of you," Sam looked down at me and a small, yet sad, smile graced his features. Great. Make me feel bad.

"You remember all that?" Dean asked, surprised while grabbing the keys out of his pocket and spinning them around on his finger.

Sam nodded, and then looked at Dean. "Yeah. It's like I couldn't control it. But I didn't mean it, any of it," he directed at me once again.

I didn't know what to think. I was angry, yeah, but somehow not as angry. Does that make sense? Could thing actually be okay between us? "You really didn't mean any of that?" I posed to him, not believing any of it.

Stepping back, being taken off guard at my tone, Sam shook his head. "No, of course not! Do we need to talk about this?"

Dean threw his hands up and stepped between us. "No. I'm not really in the sharing and caring kinda mood, and I don't wanna hear your twin heart to heart right now either. Save it for the morning. I just wanna get some sleep," he stated before unlocking his door and climbing into the car, followed by Sam and me.