Chapter 39

I tapped on the car window and Dean opened it.
"Don't say it!" he warned.

"I'm not saying anything," I returned evenly.

"Dean let's just go," Sam said. "She's long gone by now."

I shrugged as Dean hopped out of the car and pulled open the back door and placed me in the seat. He got back in and slammed the car shut and drove in angry silence.

"Okay, so what are our options?" Sam asked.

"I don't know," Dean said. "We can kill her."

"Killing her may not be a good idea," Sam observed.

"Oh?" Dean scoffed. "It'd sure make me feel better."
"Still won't solve the problem," Sam said. "We don't have the hand. And knowing her it's probably half way to wherever by now."

"We still got people dying Sam," Dean tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"Well," Sam shrugged. "That's the problem."

"What do you mean?" Dean demanded.

"Turns out that all the victims have spilled their families' blood," Sam said.

"What?" Dean made a sharp turn. The house was just ahead.

Dean parked the car where it wouldn't be seen and jumped out. He held the door open for me and we entered the house.

"I'm waiting Sammy," Dean said as he pulled off the jacket and started undoing his shirt. "You gonna change?" Dean asked me.

"I'll do it upstairs," I told him.

"I've an idea but I need to check it first," Sam said.

"Okay," Dean walked up the stairs.

"Sam?" I studied him for a moment.

"He's seriously pissed," Sam exhaled.

"So are you," I pointed out.

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "But he might actually kill her."
"So what are you going to do?" I pressed him.

"Well," Sam searched the table until he found what he wanted. "I'll be damned."

"Sam?" I turned my head sideways.

"Well, that makes sense," he whistled.

"What makes sense?" Dean asked as he returned.

"This," Sam turned to him. "Turns out that our ghost was hanged by his own brother."

"So the ghost's targeting anyone who's spilled family blood," Dean pursed his lips. "So these people ain't exactly innocent."

"Well not in the case of the Warren brothers, who probably did murder their father," Sam agreed. "But in Sheila's case, it was a car accident. She didn't deliberately set out to kill her cousin."

"Yeah," Dean shrugged. "But we know that ghosts don't see things that way. Everything's black and white to them, there's no gray."

"You don't have the hand," I said. "What are you going to do?"

Sam thought for a moment. "There's a way to get the ghost to leave."

"Yeah?" Dean scoffed. "Good luck with that one."

"We're going to have to wait though," Sam said.

"This thing might be done Sammy," Dean remarked. "We don't got another 37 years to wait for this thing to strike. Well, at least I don't."

"I may not have that either," Sam pointed out.

"You'll be old," Dean shrugged. "Hey, you'd be the perfect age for Gert then."
"Bite your tongue," Sam snapped.

Dean chuckled.

I left them and headed upstairs to change my clothes.

I entered the room and found Sammael waiting by the mirror.

"Sammael?" I asked quietly. "What's wrong?"

"They just put in the car and drove off with you," she said.
"Yes," I nodded. "They will do that."

"You're accustomed to them," she said.

"You know this," I shook my head.

"Did John do the same thing?" she turned to me.

"Yeah" I shrugged. "Pretty much."

"That explains it," she nodded. "They're so used to you being a part of their lives."

"I helped raise them Sammael," I knelt before her. "I was more involved with their lives than I've ever been with any other human."

"I guess that's what concerns me," Sammael smiled sadly.

"What?" I frowned.

"You're as attached to them as they are to you," she sighed.

"Is that a problem?" I wondered.

"No," she shook her head. "It's just that it makes me realize how much I miss you."

I smiled and hugged her. "I miss you too. But we're together now and that's what's important. Besides, if we weren't you wouldn't have had such fun earlier."

"True," Sammael agreed.

"Bella's on her way here," Micah appeared in the room with Azrael.

"Why?" I was stunned. "I thought that she would be on her way."

"She was," Azrael told us. "But she saw that ship."

I felt my eyebrows rise at that piece of information. "Just how screwed up is this little girl?"

"Very screwed up," Micah sighed. He stopped and listened. "They're arguing."

"Again?" Sammael and I said in unison.
"Yep," Micah nodded.

I sighed and walked down the steps where I saw Sam with the folder in his hand glaring at Dean.

"Relax!" Dean said angrily. "Oh yeah, I'll relax." Dean continued pacing. "I can't believe she got another one over on us."

"You," Sam pointed out.

Dean turned to face him. "What?"
"I, I," Sam stammered. "Mean she got one over on you. Not us."

Dean stared at his brother completely stunned. "Thank you Sam! Very helpful!" he said sarcastically.

Sam looked back at Dean and remained silent. They were interrupted by a frantic knock on the door.

"Hello," Bella's voice sounded. "Could you open up?"

Dean looked at Sam and they both quickly walked to the door and threw it open.

"Just let me explain," she told them.

I quickly masked my presence.

They let her in the house and I perched out of the way. Bella glanced around but said nothing as she took a seat.

"I sold it," she said. "I had a buyer all lined as soon as I knew it existed."

Dean walked around her and aimed his fingers at her head and imitated shooting her.

"So the whole reason for us going to the charity ball was…" Sam asked.

"I needed a cover and you were convenient," she told them.

"Look you sold it to a buyer," Sam said. "Just go buy it back."

She wore a wry expression. "It's half-way across the ocean. I can't get it back in time," she replied.
"In time for what?" Dean demanded loudly.

She remained silent.

"What's going on with you Bella?" Sam demanded. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I saw the ship," she admitted.

"You what?" Dean said with surprise. He and Sam exchanged glances.

"Oh wow, you know, I knew you were an immoral thief, even a con artist bitch," Dean scoffed. "But just when I thought that my opinion of you couldn't get any lower."

"What are you talking about?" Bella demanded.

"We figured out the spirit's motive," Sam explained. He went to the folder and found a photograph and showed it to her. "This is the captain of our ship," he paused, "the one who hung our ghost boy."

"So?" Bella was confused.

"So they were brothers," Sam said quietly as he threw the photograph on the table. "Very Cain and Abel," he paused, "so now our spirit he's going after a very specific kind of target, people who've split their own family's blood. You see first there was Sheila who killed her cousin in a car accident and then the Warren brothers who murdered their father for their inheritance and now you."

"My God," Bella said quietly.

"So who was it Bella," Dean leaned over her. "Hmm, who'd you kill? Was it Daddy? Little sis maybe?" he suggested.

"It's none of your business," Bella responded.

"Well, right," Dean nodded. "Well have a nice life. You know, whatever's left of it," he slapped her back.

Sam stared at his brother in shock. Dean picked up his jacket. "Sam, let's go."

Bella appeared scared and stunned that he wasn't going to help her. I was amazed that Dean was actually going to let her die. I must confess that I was a bit impressed as well.

She stood. "You can't just leave me here!"

"Watch us," Dean told her.

"Please!" Bella pleaded.

Sam looked down at his feet.

"I need your help," Bella insisted.

"Our help?" Dean mocked. "Well how could a couple of serial killers, possibly help you."

She had called them that? I was surprised at her stupidity but then she was always quite sure of herself.

"Okay, it was a bit harsh, I admit it," She continued pleading. "But it doesn't warrant a death sentence."

"That's not why you're gonna die," Sam told her gently. "What'd you do Bella?" he asked.

"You wouldn't understand," she shook her head. "No one did."

They stared at her in silence.

"Never mind," she said hoarsely. "I'll just do what I've always done. I'll deal with it myself." She turned and headed for the door.

"You do realize that you sold the only thing that could save your life," Dean said pointedly.

"I'm aware," she said as she faced him.

"Well," Sam sighed heavily. "Maybe not the only thing."

Dean looked at him. I arched an eyebrow as well.
"What?" she demanded.

"We'll need to get to the cemetery," Sam said. "Let's go."

"Fine," Dean shrugged.
They grabbed their coats and Bella proceeded out the door. "Kelsey?" Dean called.

"I'm right here," I came out of the shadows.

"We'll see you later," he said.

"Okay," I nodded.

He closed the door behind him and I waited until I heard the car leave.

"We're not staying here are we?" Sammael demanded.

"Of course not," I told her.

Micah and Azrael waited for us outside of the house and we traveled to the old cemetery.

Sam made the altar to summon the spirit. Sammael frowned for a moment.

"I thought that they cremated the ghost's body?" she whispered.

"His brother wasn't," I pointed out.

"Oh," she nodded.

We waited for what would happen next.

Bella and Dean stood to one side.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" she asked.

"Almost definitely not," Dean answered.

The wind picked and clouds raced it bringing with them rain. Sam pulled the zipper of his jacket higher, while Dean glanced around with the shotgun at the ready.

"Sammy! Better start reading," Dean instructed.

Sam began reading from the book in Latin. The wind picked up and Bella began pulling away from Dean. He reached for her and said, "Stay close!"

The ghost materialized and Bella screamed to Dean, "Behind you!"

He grabbed Dean and sent him flying into an obelisk while the shotgun went off as Dean hit the ground. The ghost placed his hand on Bella's cheek and she began to spew water from her mouth as she drowned. Dean ran over to her and grabbed her.

"Sammy, read faster!" he yelled.

Sam finished the incantation and the clouds cleared and with it the rain stopped. They looked up at the moon. The ghost turned around and faced his brother.

"You hanged me!" he said.

"I'm sorry," the brother replied.

"Your own brother!" the ghost continued angrily.

"I'm so sorry," was the response.

The ghost reached for his brother's spirit and both became water and vanished. Sam and Dean stared at the empty space for a moment.

"They actually saved her," Sammael whispered.

"Yes," I agreed.

"Hmm," she murmured.

They stood and left the cemetery. I stayed perched on one of the headstones.

"Shouldn't you be getting back?" Sammael asked.

I nodded and hopped off the headstone. We walked together out of the cemetery and returned to the house.

The front door swung open.

"Kelsey!" Dean called.

"Right here," I answered.

"We got rid of the spirit," Sam announced.

"I see," I nodded.

Dean frowned at me. "You were there," he said.

"Yep," I nodded.

Sam chuckled. "All right, that's over with. Let's get some sleep."

"Yeah, we're hitting the road early," Dean agreed.

I watched them as they climbed the stairs and listened as they settled into sleep. I sighed and turned to Sammael who had appeared in the room.

"You think that Bella has learned her lesson?" Sammael asked.

"I doubt it," I replied.

"Me too," Sammael nodded. "Me too."

We sat in the chairs and waited for the sunrise.