So can you do one where Sam and Dean investigate a haunted house and the create takes Dean and he goes a little stir crazy? Sorry if I'm not making sense
I love this idea! This one is kinda creepier then the other chapters, I just wanted to warn you. I REALLY hope you like it!
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"This is going to be a nasty one." Dean sighed knowingly, gripping his hold tightly on the steering wheel. He kept his eyes straight ahead yet his mind was on the case, thinking about how they were going to solve this one.
Sam had discovered the case located a few states over. Some guy had gone to the police two days ago, completely hysterical while he confessed to a manslaughter he had committed twenty years ago. Apparently, the guy when in his teens had taken his sister out to explore some abandoned house that was next door to them when his sister fell through the floorboards, the wood too weak to hold much weight. As a "joke", he had left his little sister there, screaming and alone, and unknown to him, she was having a severe panic attack that only made her get worse. The brother came back a few hours later, only to discover that she was dead, died by a heart attack at being left alone.
Well good riddance to that sick asshole was what Dean had thought to himself darkly. The only reason the man had even confessed to the murder was when he said that people who went inside the house would disappear, only to be found dead of the same condition as his sister: heart attack.
"I'm with you on that one." Sam sighed in agreement, disgust in his tone as he held a flashlight in one hand while holding their map. "We're a few miles away, we should get there soon." Sam continued. Neither brother was looking forward to burning a young girl's bones, but she had killed four people that they knew about. She had to be stopped.
Dean pulled the Impala out by the back of the house, cutting the engine. Sam leaned forward, giving the house a quick glance. A sigh escaped him, a feeling of dread starting to take hold of him.
Dean pushed the door open with ease as Sam followed his brother's lead, both brother's opening the trunk of the car to gather weapons and their EMF meter. Tucking their hand guns into their pockets, they grabbed the salt guns with their free hands. Heading towards the worn down house, they walked up the porch, side by side.
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The house was what you would expect being haunted by a ghost: Creepy.
Unfortunately, the house was big enough that it would be a while before they found out where they body was and the man who let the girl die here wasn't being helpful enough to answer any question; not since he killed himself only a few hours ago.
Yeah, this case was a mess.
"I see nothing. Anything on the EMF?' Sam looked over Dean's shoulder at Dean's homemade Walkman/EMF. No noise or glimmer of light showed that they still had a while to go before the found the bones. Dean shook his head.
Sam cursed under his breath, turning to look over the rest of the room with his flashlight, his handgun held tightly in his hands. "So wanna catch a movie after this?" Sam asked, his focus on any anomaly.
"Yes." Dean said in eagerness. Sam smiled in the dark, his brother's enthusiasm never failing to make him grin. "How about the movie that's basically an R rated Mario Kart with feminism?"
"Do you even need to ask twice?" Dean called back as he continued to the dining room slowly, his footsteps hardly making a creak, a talent that he had since he was five.
"You're getting the popcorn this time, I can't keep up with your butter obsession." Sam drawled, grinning that the thought of the last time they went and Dean had more butter than popcorn ion their meal.
"In your dreams-" Dean was suddenly cut off. No grunt of pain, no call for help.
His voice just stopped.
"Dean?"
Sam raced to the other room faster than he had thought possible. "Dean?!" Sam shouted, a horrible sinking feeling in his gut. Sam shouted his brother's name throughout the rooms until his voice broke painfully. Where was his brother? How could he just disappear? Was there a booby-trap in the room? The others who went missing...No one had ever found their bodies…were they killed instantly?
Sam's breathing stopped at the thought. No…no that couldn't be it. Sam would know if Dean was dead. He would feel it.
No, Dean was alive, and Sam was going to find him. Even if it meant being sent to the same place as Dean, he was going to find him.
Reaching for his phone Sam flipped it out and dialed his brother number, praying that they were lucky enough for wherever Dean was to have signal. Please answer please be okay please Dean I need to know you're okay please-
"Sammy?"
It was static-y and was breaking up but Dean was alive and that was all that mattered.
"Oh thank God Dean." Sam sighed, almost falling to the floor in relief. "Are you okay? Do you know where you are?"
"Not anywhere good." Dean answered, his voice tense like he was trying to keep from freaking out. "It's dark but I can tell dirty here…maybe the basement…Sammy I can't stay here-please you've got to get me out of here please-" Dean's voice was getting shakier. It was unlike Dean to be like this. Of course this wasn't good but it felt like Dean was panicking more than Sam would have thought-
Oh
Of course.
She died afraid.
She would want her victims to feel the same.
"Dean? Hey come on buddy, talk to me." Sam calmed his voice down, knowing that if he acted as worried as he felt, he would only make Dean's panic worse. "Are you hurt?"
Dean's breathing was heavy and difficult. He could only feel fear and pain. He couldn't do this he couldn't-
But Sam was talking to him, was worried for him, and when it came to his baby brother, he would do anything he had to do to make his Sammy feel safe.
"Dean." Sam' voice cracked, his heart breaking at the knowledge that Dean, his brother, was suffering…and he wasn't there with him. His hold on his cell was slippery with sweat, his strong composure failing. He started walking across the other rooms, opening every door and checking every hallway for a sign of where Dean be. "Just hold on Dean, it's going to be okay. Believe me, I'm going to find you."
And Dean believed him. Or course he believed his Sammy, with all his heart. But that didn't stop the fear from clutching at his heart and make his chest feel like it was being crushed.
"Just-distract me-anything, please Sammy." Dean was whispering now, the fear part of the ghost's death starting to take over, making Sam feel even more useless. Dean's breathing became irregular, desperate inhales of breath that wasn't coming in his lungs.
"What-what do you want me to say?" Sam .was ready to do whatever he had to as long as it helped the most important person in his life. He would do it. For Dean.
"Anything, I don't care, please Sammy-I feel like I'm losing it."
"It's the ghost." Sam answered, his voice shaking. "She's making you feel what she felt when she died."
There was a short silence on the other end of the phone, showing that Dean was thinking about what Sam had said. "That-kinda makes me feel better…Can-can you talk to me…please?"
Anything you need, Dean, I will do it for you, I promise.
It was hard to think of something to get Dean's mind off of this, but Sam would do anything to help. Dean would have done the same for him, and Sam was no different. "Why don't you wear dad's jacket anymore?" Sam blurted out the first thing that came to mind, needing to do whatever he needed to as long as he saved Dean. It was something that Sam had wondered bu never really asked Dean for the reason.
There was a short silence, Dean was so quiet Sam had to strain his ears to hear his brother's breathing. It was a random question, he understood that, but he always wondered why Dean stopped. "I-I stopped wearing it because…" Dean exhaled softly. Sam could tell without seeing him that Dean was closing his eyes tightly shut, getting his bearings back and calming his voice down. Dean was the bravest person Sam had ever known; this ghost was causing him pain and for that, she would have to be burned.
"Yes?" Sam prompted gently, clutching the cell in his shaking hands as he continued his way across the house, finally making his way to the basement.
"I-I wore the jacket-at first-because dad was my hero…he always was, I wanted to be exactly like him…but…after a while, I realized that as much as I loved dad-I still do-I don't want to be him anymore…"
"Who do you want to be Dean?" Sam prompted, freezing his steps momentarily.
"…I want to be me."
Sam would have cried if he had enough energy to do so.
He was lost without the foundation that is his brother. He needed to find Dean and nothing was going to stop him.
He needed to get Dean back. He was going to find him, that he had no doubt, it was whether or not he would get there before Dean broke was the problem. This ghost was making its victim feel insane and in panic, it would be enough to make anyone feel like they were losing it.
But when it came to his brother, if anyone could beat that ghost sickness, it was Dean. "Can you hear anything? Can-can you hear footsteps, my voice, anything?"
"I hear footsteps! Sammy, I hear it!" Their connection was breaking, sending Sam's nevre3s on a frenzy. He had to fund Dean now.
Relief formed throughout Sam's whole body as he sped up his process down into the basement. Dean was close, he could feel in in his gut. He couldn't explain how he knew Dean was here. It was just like something was calling him there. "Dean I'm close! Do you still hear me?"
"You're closer-" and here the connection broke, making it impossible for the past victims to be able to call for help with no signal past the house.
Sam stopped in his tracks, hearing Dean's actual voice close by. Shining his light ahead of him, he saw a huge, gaping dark hole in the middle of the wooden floor.
"Dean!"
Sam rushed over to the edge of the hole, looking down with his light and chocked back a cry of relief to see Dean. He was holding his ankle delicately and was purposefully looking away from the bodies that were surrounding him.
"Sammy." Dean breathed a sigh of release.
Sam reached down, careful of Dean's injuries as he grabbed his arm, gripping the edge of the splintered floorboards as support, using his other hand to pull his brother up.
It was difficult, but working together, Dean was free.
Sam pulled his brother against his body tightly, not caring that he was sobbing in relief at his brother's presence. Dean, weak and pale and ready to pass out, wrapped his arms around Sam with all of his strength. They were okay, they were safe, they are together, it's okay, he's here he's here they're together like they should be he's here.
"Stop scaring me like that." Sam gave a watery laugh, burying his head against Dean's dust-covered shoulder.
Dean moved his head over to plant a kiss to Sam's temple. "Had to let you be the hero for once." Dean joked back, knowing that they needed this banter or they would both just end up sobbing.
"Jerk." Sam scoffed, reaching over to place a gentle kiss on his brother's cheek before moving his hand to grip the back of Dean's head, his fingers carding through Dean's hair in a soothing and steady manner.
"Bitch." Dean laughed, stroking Sam's tear-stained cheek in the same soothing method.
They didn't move from that position for a while.
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Smelling like soot and decomposing bodies from quickly lighting a match inside the house, Dean breathed a sigh of relief that they were barely able to get away after they made the phone call to the fire department. The bodies were be burned but the brothers had no doubt that the police would be able to identify the bodies as the missing persons, giving closure to the families. It wasn't much, but it was the best a hunter could do.
Sam carefully wraps his brother's sprained wrist and ankle in fresh bandages from the first aid kit. "Finished." Sam exhales, hooking his arm across Dean's back, his fingers cupping the back of his brother's head possessively and pulled him close to his own body, pressing a kiss against Dean's hair lovingly. Dean sighs in peace, needing this contact so much.
"We are never doing a case involving tight spaces again, agreed?"
Dean nods in agreement, plopping on their bed and scooting his body towards the side, leaning room for Sam to lie down as well, lightly rested his bandaged arm around his baby brother when Sam lies down next to him. Sam shifts over and pushes himself against Dean, arms around his brother's waist, pulling him close, chest on chest. Dean pulls Sam tightly against his torso, letting Sam's cheek rest on Dean's collarbone. Their breathing in sync, the brother's fall into a peaceful sleep, hearts beating as one.
Thank you for reading! The next chapter is when the boys celebrate Christmas because I need all the cheesy Christmas scenes. I hope you have a wonderful rest of the day!