A/N: We are on the downward slope now heading toward the end. Thank you to all that have been with me since the beginning. I hope you are enjoying then one shots and the creatures I have used. The brothers are back together for this hunt. Thank you to any guests who have left reviews that I can't personally thank. Reviews would make my day. NC


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It had been late when the brothers got back to the motel after finishing the hunt they were on. Both were moving slowly and limping from their supernatural encounter and planned on sleeping in that morning before getting up to head out.

Dean was snoring loudly since his nose was swollen from being smashed into a wall. Sam was on his stomach with his head smushed into a pillow breathing heavily through his mouth. He jerked when a buzzing broke through his dream and woke him enough to raise his head to see what it was.

"Answer your phone," he grunted at his brother.

Dean grunted and smacked his lip but didn't wake as he settled back down.

"Dude," he grumbled in irritation when Dean didn't get his cell. He huffed madly and rolled over enough to reach the cell without falling out of his bed. "H'llo," he mumbled into the cell.

"Sam, thought I dialed Dean; Jody Mills, did I wake you?" Jody asked greeting him.

"Hey Jody. Yeah, you did…" Sam yawned half listening to her. "He's still sleeping, late night."

"Sorry about the call. I may have a case for you guys if you want to call me back when you're up."

"Sure Jody, no problem, I'll do that," Sam mumbled hanging up and rolling back over let the cell slip under the blanket and settle against his side. He curled up and drifted back to sleep, thinking a couple more hours wouldn't hurt.

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"Hey! Get up, we need to head out," Dean told his brother, slapping his leg. "You seen my cell? I was sure I left it on the nightstand."

"I'm up," Sam mumbled, rolling his head to look at his brother and not really hearing what he was saying. He moved around a little and wince with the soreness of his body still.

Dean looked around the nightstand and bed but didn't find his cell. He looked at the chairs and saw Sam's jacket hanging on one. He strolled to the chair and patted the pockets looking for his cell. After finding it, Dean pulled it out and pulled up Sam's contacts to speed dial his cell.

Sam didn't want to get up yet, and he prolonged forcing himself from his bed. He suddenly jumped and looked around in surprise, like he had been shocked, when something began to vibrate and buzz under his lower back. Sam reached his hand under the covers and felt around and pulled Dean's cell out, still vibrating.

After Dean dialed his number, he looked around and listened waiting for it to start buzzing. He looked to his brother when he almost jumped from his bed and frowned when Sam pulled his cell from under his covers. He couldn't understand why his brother was sleeping with his cell.

"What the hell Sammy? Are you taking naked pics of yourself with my cell?" Dean questioned in an irritated voice.

"What?...I don't…That's…" Sam sputtered madly as he tossed Dean his cell and rolled his eyes at him.

Dean batted the cell to his bed and used the sheet to wipe it down like it was dirty. "May have to sterilize it before I use it again," he mumbled in disgust. "Next time you wanna get you rocks off use your own damn cell bro."

"Really dude! That's gross! Get your mind out of the gutter," Sam fussed getting ill at his brother's raw humor.

"You're not naked under there are you? 'Cause if you are…"

"Screw you jerk!" he growled pushing the covers back to sit up on the side of the bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as Dean examined his cell with a critical eye, holding it between two fingers.

When he was sure it was clean, Dean pulled up the call history and looked at the last contact made. "Hey bitch, what did Jody want?"

Sam was starting to stand and stopped in mid upward motion. His mind wasn't quite woken up and he froze as he pulled up memory. "She may have a case for us. One of us needs to call her." He stood the rest of the way up and stretched before moving toward the bathroom.

"You could have told me that sooner."

"I'm not awake yet," Sam retorted closing the door to the bathroom.

Dean hit redial and waited for Jody to answer.

"Dean, thanks for calling me back," Jody said.

"Hey Jody, no problem, would've called sooner, but Sammy had a lapse of memory and we slept in."

"That's alright, you deserve to sleep in sometimes."

"So, what's this about a possible case?"

"I've got a high school friend that lives about five hours from Sioux Falls, in Waterloo, Iowa, and she called me yesterday. It seems something is attacking her daughter in their home. They called the police, but nothing was found in the house. No one can explain what is happening to her. The cops investigated her and her husband for possible child abuse, but nothing came of it. They're terrified for their daughter. Think you can go by and check it out?"

"Of course, Jody, why don't you text me the name and address and we'll be leaving shortly," Dean told her.

"Thanks Dean, I owe you."

"You're family Jody, you know we'll do what we can to help."

"Well, next time you're back this way, come by and I'll fix you a homecooked meal."

"I will take you up on that. You know I can't ever pass up a homecooked meal."

"I'll send you the information and I'll call Carrie to let her know you'll be coming by to help."

"Bye Jody."

Sam stepped from the bathroom as Dean was hanging up his cell. "Was that Jody?"

"Yeah, we're going to see one of Jody's friends from high school. Something is attacking her daughter and the cops can't find anything. We're about six hours from where she lives, better get started."

"Alright, I'll get my things together." Sam gathered his clothes and stuffed them in his duffle and looked around to be sure he got everything.

"Give me a sec," Dean said. He headed into the bathroom and closed the door to do his routine so they could leave. He was out fifteen minutes later and snagged his duffle and weapon's bag before heading for the door. "Let's go."

Dean unlocked the trunk to deposit their bags and went around to the driver's door and unlocked it. He reached over and did the same to the passenger side so Sam could drop into the seat. They got comfortable and Dean cranked up his Baby to head west toward Waterloo, Iowa, and possibly their next case.

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It was almost dusk when Dean drove into Waterloo, Iowa. They worked their way through the town to a housing development on the other side and drove slowly down the streets until they found the address Jody had sent them. He pulled to a stop in the driveway and shut off the car. They got out and walked up the walkway to the porch. Sam ran the bell and waited for it to be answered. They could hear movement on the other side of the door and saw the curtain twitch like someone was looking out.

"Hello," Dean said when a middle-aged man opened the door. "We're friends of Jody Mills. I'm Dean and my brother Sam. She asked us to come by and see if we could help."

"Good, hello, come on in," he greeted them seeming a little flustered and scared. "My wife and daughter are in the family room." He led them from the entryway and through a doorway into the family room where a woman and young girl of around fourteen sat on a couch. "Honey, Jody's friends are here."

"Hello, I'm Carrie, my daughter Sadie, and you've met my husband Randy," Carrie introduced them as she stood to shake Dean's hand and then Sam.

"Dean, and my brother Sam," Dean nodded shaking Carrie's hand.

"Carrie," Sam said. "Hi Sadie," he spoke softly to the daughter.

"Have a seat," Randy said taking a seat by his daughter who was sandwiched between her parents.

"Thank you for coming. I didn't know what else to do or who to call about what is happening to Sadie. We contacted the police, but they thought we were crazy or imaging things."

"Can you tell us when this started and what has been happening?" Sam asked looking at Sadie who had her eyes downcast as she sat stiffly between her parents.

"It started about a month ago," Carrie started. "It wasn't anything big at first, funny noises in the house at all times of the day or night. We'd get woke up in the middle of the night with banging and couldn't find where it was coming from. Then, things started getting moved around or hidden in the house. We never saw it happen or anything, but none of us did it. Last week Randy had silverware thrown at him and me a coffee cup. I know this sounds crazy and hard to believe…"

"No, it doesn't, Sammy and me have seen things like this before. You're not crazy and we believe you," Dean said honestly.

"This week it got worse," Randy added, worry in his voice. "Sadie, honey show them," he encouraged his daughter, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"It's okay Sadie, you can show us," Sam said softly, giving her a gently smile.

Dean and Sam watched as Sadie leaned forward and pulled up one of the sleeves of her shirt. They frowned when she pulled a large pad loose from her arm and showed them a bite mark on her arm. She pressed the pad back in place and then leaned back to raise up her shirt to show her stomach. Scratched into her stomach was the word, 'Mine'.

"Okay, I need you to pack your bags and leave the house. Go on a vacation or visit family until we get this taken care of," Dean told them leaving no room for objections. "Sadie needs to get out of this house."

"Alright, we can do that," Randy nodded looking to Carrie as they nodded in agreement. "I'll call work on the way out and let them know I've had a family emergency."

"There's food in the fridge and freezer in the garage, help yourself while we're gone. You can use the guest bedroom and our bedroom to sleep."

"Alright, thanks."

"You say this started up about a month ago. Did anything strange happen or change around here? Or nearby?" Sam asked noticing Sadie's guilty facial expression.

Dean looked to Sam and silently communicated to him when he saw it too.

"Hey Sadie, why don't you show me where the bedrooms are and where things are in the kitchen, while my brother talks to your parents?" Sam asked holding out his hand.

Sadie looked to her parents, hesitating until they nodded it was okay. She got up and took Sam's hand and led him out of the room and down a hall.

Dean watched them go and waited until they were out of ear shot and turned back to Carrie and Randy.

"What's going on?" Carrie asked looking suspiciously at Dean.

"I think Sadie knows something she's not telling us because she doesn't want to get in trouble with you. Sammy's good with kids and he'll find out what she's hiding."

"Will taking Sadie away will keep her safe?" Randy asked.

"It should. Wherever you go, buy some containers of salt and put a line at the windows and door to Sadie's room. That will keep any unwanted spirits out."

"Spirits? You mean a ghost is haunting our house?"

"Maybe, that's what we going to find out."

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"This is the guest bedroom," Sadie said softly when she stopped at a doorway.

Sam looked into the room and saw a queen size bed and other bedroom furniture. "This is nice."

"The bathroom is over there," she pointed. "My Mom and Dad's bedroom is down at the end and it has its own bathroom."

"Thank you for helping me Sadie."

"You're welcome."

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen, I'll be fifteen in four months."

"Wow, so you're in high school."

"Yeah."

"Sadie, did something happen about a month ago that you haven't told your Mom and Dad?" Sam questioned her.

Sadie stopped walking and kicked at the floor with her sneaker as she rolled the hem of her shirt.

"It's okay, I won't say anything. You're not in any trouble sweetie."

"Mom let me invite a few friends over for a sleepover…" she started his voice low.

"What happened?"

"One of my friends brought a Ouija board…And…We tried to use it," she whispered. "I didn't think it worked."

"It's okay Sadie. Why don't you show me the kitchen," Sam suggested when he saw her getting upset. Now it was starting to make sense. They were fooling around with magic that they knew nothing about. There's no telling what was unleased in this house.

Sadie showed him the kitchen and where the pots and pans were, the freezer in the laundry room and where the coffee and filters were for the coffee pot. Her parents and Dean joined them in the kitchen to get Sadie so they could pack.

After they headed for the bedrooms, Dean turned to Sam to find out what he knew.

"What'd you find out?"

"Sadie and some of her friends were messing around with a Ouija board before all this started."

"Well, that's just freaking great!" Dean growled throwing up his arms in disgust. "When will these kids ever learn to not mess with things they know nothing about?"

"I agree," Sam huffed. "After they leave, I guess we need to do some research on this place and see if there might any deaths around here or in this house. Pretty sure we're dealing with a spirit here, but don't remember them getting that violent to attack Sadie like that."

"Agree. Main thing is to get Sadie to safety and take care of the problem," Dean agreed. He looked in the fridge and pulled out a water offering it to Sam and tossing it his way before turning back to get his own.

The brothers were sitting at the bar in the kitchen when Carrie, Randy, and Sadie came back with bags over their shoulders. They looked at the brothers with haunted and scared eyes, not sure what to say.

"Here's our cell numbers if you need anything," Carrie said. She pushed a folded paper toward them, and they couldn't help but see the trembling in her hand. "I put clean towels in the bathrooms and there's more in the linen closet."

"It'll be okay. We'll call you when it's done."

"Go have a good time and try to relax."

"Thank you," Carrie said putting an arm around her daughter.

"Thanks," Randy added before guiding his wife and daughter toward the door to the garage.

The brothers watched them go and sat there until they heard the garage door open and close before getting up to get their bags to get started. Sam showed Dean where the bedrooms were and let him have the master, happy with the guest bedroom. He brought his laptop back to the kitchen and set it on the bar to use. Dean decided to check the house out looking for any signs of the spirit.

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After wandering through the house and checking out the garage and deck, Dean joined Sam at the bar to see what he found.

"You find anything helpful?" Dean asked.

"No, the whole area is clean. Nothing has happened here that would warrant a spirit haunting the place," Sam started. "But I did a little more research and I don't think we're dealing with our usual spirit."

"I'm not going to like what you found, am I?"

"Nope, I think we're dealing with a Poltergeist. It all fits, the loud noises, things moving, being thrown, the attacks on Sadie with the biting and the words carved into her stomach. It must have been summoned when they were fooling around with the Ouija board."

"Shit! Not what I wanted to hear. So, how do we stop it?"

"I don't know for sure. They're usually invisible and they like to torment people."

"Maybe we should give Bobby a call."

"Maybe we should call Missouri. She did help with the one that was in our old home a few years back."

"True, but we don't have another spirit to cancel it out this time. Guess we're going to have to figure something else out."

"Dean, what if it doesn't like us staying here?" Sam whispered looking around the room suspiciously.

"We salt the doors and windows of the bedrooms to keep it out."

"You think that will work?"

"I don't know. I say we fix something to eat and take it one step at a time." Dean got up and went to the fridge to see what he could find for dinner. He pulled out some leftover lasagna, salad and found some rolls in the freezer.

While he fixed dinner for them, Sam continued to research Poltergeist hoping to find something useful. He was going to call Missouri the next day to get the ingredients for the gris-gris bags they would need to use and see if she had any other information that might be handy.

Sam looked up as Dean sat plates and silverware at the bar and looked at him with a steady gaze. It took Sam a second to realize he wanted Sam to move his laptop out of the way so he could put out the plates and serve dinner.

"Sorry," Sam apologized pushing his laptop aside. The smells of the food had his mouth watering and his stomach grumbling.

"Okay, lasagna for me," Dean said happily. "And rabbit food for you," he continued his voice going monotone.

"You know it wouldn't hurt to eat better. It can't always be meat at every meal."

"And why not. Might as well enjoy life while I can. It's my body."

"Suit yourself," Sam shrugged. He put salad on his plate with a small amount of lasagna and a roll. He had taken a bite of salad and was chewing when Dean growled out loudly making him choke.

"Sonovabitch! It's vegetarian! What's the fun of that?"

Sam was coughing and trying to clear his throat and to not laugh at his brother's facial expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Dean quizzed slapping him on the back hard.

"N'ing," Sam gasped out as he wheezed out a breath and was finally able to breathe again.

"Guess can't let it go to waste, if there's not meat in this house, I'm going to the store in the morning," Dean continued to grumble as he ate the lasagna and even took a few bites of salad.

Sam got up to take his dirty dishes to the sink and start some water to wash them when he was hit in the back with something. He turned around to complain to his brother and saw him standing nearby with his gun drawn, ready to dodge anything thrown.

"You okay?" he asked Sam not taking his eyes off the rest of the room. They both heard strange noises in the other room and what sounded like something scratching at the walls.

"Yeah, I'm good," Sam replied picking up a pepper shaker from the floor. "Don't think he wants us here Dean," Sam said. He was staring at the sliding glass door that had suddenly frosted over and 'GET OUT' was printed on it.

Dean turned to look when Sam poked him and pointed to the glass door.

"Check to see if there's any salt in the cabinet. We're staying in the master bedroom tonight and will deal with this tomorrow."

Sam turned and opened cabinets until he found two containers of salt and a bag of rock salt.

"Got it."

"Stick the dishes in the sink and let them soak."

"Alright," Sam said. He quickly did what Dean wanted and they both moved toward the hallway to the bedrooms. "I'll get my bag and meet you in the master bedroom."

"Be careful, I don't think it likes to play around," Dean cautioned him opening a container of salt and backing down the hall toward the master suite. It had a king size bed, bathroom and television, all they would need to hold up until the morning. He went in pouring salt across the doorway and hurried to do the two windows across the room. He looked up to see Sam in the hall starting to step over the salt line but was suddenly thrown backwards. "Sammy!" Dean yelled running to the door. He saw Sam on the floor clawing at his throat as his face started turning red. "Close your eyes!" Dean demanded. He threw the remaining salt he had over Sam and suddenly he was gasping for air. Dean grabbed him and got him into the bedroom, being sure the salt line remained intact. He pushed Sam toward the bed and took the rock salt to add an additional line at the door before closing it and putting a line on the inside of the room too. "You alright Sammy?"

"Yeah," Sam whispered hoarsely as he rubbed his throat and coughed.

"I'll get you some water." Dean returned from the bathroom with a cup of water and handed it to Sam.

"Thanks," he rasped out taking the cup and sipping on the water, wincing as his throat hurt when he swallowed.

"We should be okay in here until morning."

"Good."

"Guess we can watch some tv," Dean said. He looked around for the control and turned it on as he dropped on the other side of the bed. He flipped through the channels until he found a rerun of Dr. Sexy, MD, and settled down to watch it.

Sam rolled his eyes at his choice and rummaged around for sleep clothes deciding on a shower, hoping it would take some of the tension out of his body. His mind was still working on a way to stop the Poltergeist after what he had read about them. They weren't like the usual ghosts or spirits the brothers had dealt with over the years. They were much meaner and nastier and harder to get rid of.

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The water felt good as he stepped into the shower stall, pleased to see the shower head was high enough he didn't have to bend down to wet his hair. He let it run as hot as he could take it, feeling the tension being beat from his shoulders. He sighed with relief and stood a few minutes longer before washing up and shutting the water off. He grabbed a towel and dried before putting on sleep clothes and running the towel through his wet hair. Sam hung the towel on a rack and used his fingers to comb his hair before heading back into the bedroom.

Dean gave him a sleepy glance before his eyes rolled back to the television screen. He was almost asleep until something was thrown in the hallway outside the bedroom door.

"Hope it doesn't plan on doing that all night or it's going to get annoying," Dean grumbled.

"Hope it doesn't wreck the house before we can get it out of here."

"Those things can be replaced. Sadie on the other hand can't, so I think they'll be okay."

"That's very profound of you Dean."

"I have my moments, what can I say."

Sam pulled the covers back and got in bed, trying to decide if he could sleep or if he wanted to watch television. His body was relaxed, and Dean had the sound down low so it wouldn't bother him. He looked over when Dean grunted as he got off the bed to head for the bathroom, grabbing sleep pants along the way. He settled down watching as someone was rushed into the ER from a car accident and wondered why Dean liked this show so much. He didn't hear or see Dean come back into the room and get back into bed.

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"Hey bro, wake up. We need to see what damage was done last night and come up with a plan," Dean called to Sam as he jostled him awake.

"I'm up," Sam grumbled smacking at his hand as he rolled over not wanting to wake up yet.

"Nope, not falling for that," Dean told him pulling the warm covers from his brother's body.

"Dude!" Sam complained when he felt the cool air rush over his body.

"I'm going to start some breakfast, if I have to come back…."

"I hear you, jerk…" Sam sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as Dean headed for the door.

"Bitch…" he called back as he opened the door and looked both ways before stepping into the hall.

Sam looked at the clock and saw it was later than they usually slept so he really couldn't fuss at Dean. He decided to give Bobby a head's up and see if he could find anything to help them. He got up and found his cell and speed dialed him.

"H'lo," a gruff voice answered.

"Hey Bobby," Sam replied warmly.

"Sam, son, good to hear from you. How are you and your brother doing?"

"We're okay. I'm hoping you can help us on a case Jody gave us."

"Sure Sam, what's the problem?"

"We're dealing with a Poltergeist that has latched onto a couple's fourteen-year-old daughter. It's attacked her twice now and we need a way to get rid of it."

"That's a tough one. I'll have to do some reading and get back with you."

"Thanks Bobby. I'll be waiting to hear from you." Sam hung up the cell and looked around for his jeans and boots. He dressed and headed for the kitchen, stepping over a broken picture frames laying in the hall. He found books knocked off the shelves, pillows tossed about and a broken vase in the family room. "Crap!" Sam exclaimed when he saw the kitchen.

"Grab a broom and start sweeping," Dean said. "That bastard emptied half the cabinets."

Sam looked around at the flour, sugar, and assorted food items scattered all over the floor, counters and appliances. He figured the Poltergeist was mad for Sadie being taken away and was destroying the place. He looked at the floor and saw words drawn in the flour, 'Leave or Die'.

"Did you see this?"

"Yep, doesn't look like we're wanted here, that's for sure."

"I called Bobby to see if he could find anything to help."

"Good, the sooner we get rid of this thing the better."

"You know if we had something that could produce a positive energy output it might cancel the thing out. Like what happened at our old house with Mom."

Dean looked at him when he mentioned their mother and frowned for a moment as the memory came back. He pushed it down and kept a neutral expression.

"Like how?" Dean asked.

"I'm hoping maybe a spell of some kind. I don't think we can get our hands on an EMP."

"And that is?"

"Electro Magnetic Pulse weapon. You know, you've seen them on movies. One is set off and it knocks out all the power in a specific area."

Dean thought for a moment as he wiped off the counter. "Yeah, seen that and don't think the government would think kindly of us stealing one of those."

"So, I'm hoping we can find a spell that will work similar that we can use."

"There's someone else we can ask," Dean stated looking up at Sam.

"Who?"

"Crowley. Think about it, his mother is a witch."

"Do we have to?"

"We may not have a choice if Bobby doesn't come through."

"Crap," Sam huffed in distaste of having to ask the King of Hell for anything.

They cleaned the kitchen and Dean fixed breakfast; glad the Poltergeist didn't toss the food in there all over the place. He scrambled some eggs, fried bacon and Sam made toast. They ate in silence, both going over everything in their heads. The dishes were rinsed and put in the dishwasher to be cleaned when it was full. Sam decided to throw a load of clothes in to wash to have something to do. He kept his cell on him, hoping Bobby would get back to them soon.

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Three hours had past and Sam had finished the laundry, Dean was throwing some lunch together and still Bobby hadn't called.

"Do we have what we need to summon Crowley?" Sam asked making Dean pause to look at him. "Bobby's not got back to us and I really don't want to deal with this thing any longer than we have to. It could really get dangerous for us."

"Yeah, probably in the back of the Impala. You wanna do this now?" he asked looking at the deli meat in his hand and the bread in the other.

"Yeah, I have a bad feeling about this one."

"Alright, I'll go get the stuff then." Dean put the meat back in the fridge and dropped the bread on the counter. He wiped his hands on his jean's bottom and headed for the front door.

"I'll put the sigil in the garage," Sam called to him as he left. He found some chalk in a drawer and went into the garage to begin drawing the sigil needed for the summoning.

Dean came back in ten minutes later carrying a bag with what they would need. He got out the brass bowl and Sam started sorting through the ingredients and handed them to Dean one at a time. Dean set the candles around the sigil, lighting them, and put the bowl in the middle before adding what Sam handed him one by one. He pulled his knife out and cut his finger to let his blood drip into the bowl. He pulled out a match and lit it as he recited "Et ad congregandum…eos coram me," and threw in the match.

Smoke bellowed up from it and blinded the brother for a moment before it began to disperse. Sam and Dean looked around the garage to see if Crowley would show. Doing the summoning didn't mean he would come.

"Well, boys, why the bat signal?" Crowley asked looking at them with a smug expression.

"Believe me if we had any other choice…" Dean growled.

"Squirrel, I'm hurt."

"Can it, Crowley," Sam butted in. "Do you know of any spell that would expel a poltergeist?"

"Why? One bothering you?" he asked.

"No, but there is one haunting a fourteen-year-old girl that lives in this house. We need to get rid of it," Sam explained.

"And why do you think I would know how to do that Moose?"

"Your mother is a witch Crowley. If anyone would know, you would."

Before Crowley could answer a screwdriver flew through the air and barely missed Dean who jumped to the side. Sam ducked when a hammer grazed his arm as he threw himself to the side. They went on the defensive watching for any more flying object until Crowley spoke a few words in Latin and snapped his fingers.

"What did you do?" Dean asked.

"It won't stay quiet for long. I will see what I can find," Crowley told them before disappearing from the garage.

"Let's clean up Sammy and get some lunch," Dean told him blowing out the candles and looking for a trashcan to dumb the ash from the bowl.

Sam found a bucket and rag and went to get some water to wash the sigil from the floor. He finished cleaning the floor while Dean took the things inside. He was making sandwiches when Sam strolled back into the kitchen.

"Wash your hands," Dean told him as he cut a sandwich in half and put it on a paper plate.

Sam went to the sink and washed his hands before taking a seat at the bar. Dean sat a plate and drink in front of Sam and moved to sit beside him. A cell started ringing and Sam snatched it up to answer it.

"Hello," Sam answered.

"Sam," Bobby greeted him. "Bad news, I've not found anything yet that can help you."

"I was afraid of that. We've got another contact that's looking into it for us."

"I hope they have better look than me. I'll keep looking and if I find anything, I'll call you back."

"Thanks Bobby," Sam hung up and shook his head at Dean that Bobby didn't find anything of use.

"Let's hope Crowley come through then," Dean huffed munching on a pickle.

"I did find a ritual to cleanse a home like Missouri did our old house. We don't have all the ingredients, so I figured we'd wait to see if Crowley comes through before going to pick up what we need."

"Well, we can't do anything else but wait, I guess."

Sam got up to clean the kitchen and wandered into the family room and over to a bookcase to check out the books. Dean had turned on the flat screen and was watching some talk show. He settled into a comfortable chair to read while they waited.

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The brothers looked at each other when the doorbell rang. Sam got up and went to the door. He opened it and found a box sitting on the porch but there was no one around. He picked it up and took it inside to show Dean.

"Open it," Dean said turning off the television.

Sam pulled his knife out and cut the tape to pull the flaps open. Inside he found a folded paper and jars of unknown substances, luckily, they were labeled. Sam opened the paper and looked at a spell.

"Crowley came through," Sam told Dean happily.

"Let's do this then," Dean said rubbing his hands together. "Did he send everything we need?"

"Yes, there's a few things we have that we will need and some blood from one of us."

"Guess we need to get it ready and wait for the Poltergeist to come back."

Sam read through the spell twice and looked at the jars in the box. He moved to the dining room and took out a black cloth with sigils drawn on it and spread it out before putting the bowl in the middle. Dean stood to the side and watched as Sam noted the ingredients and dumped them into the bowl. He double checked he was doing it right before continuing. The last thing needed was blood and took his knife to cut his palm and let his blood drip over the ingredients. He wrapped a bandanna around his hand when he was done. All they needed now was to drop a match into the bowl and hoped Crowley didn't screw them and the spell worked.

"I'll get the salt and make a circle," Dean told him seeing Sam had this. He wanted to try and give them some protection while they waited for the Poltergeist to return. He thought it would not be happy about being stopped by Crowley.

Dean had finished the salt circle and was standing in it with Sam looking around the room. The brothers didn't know where the Poltergeist might attack from and tried to keep their heads turning, trying to watch all angles.

It was nearly an hour later when the attack started. Sam was stretching and rolling his shoulders, when suddenly a book flew from across the room, striking him in the chest. He stumbled slightly and grunted in pain. Dean moved to defend him with his body.

"Light the thing!" he yelled as he batted another book away.

"I'm trying!" Sam replied as he struck a match only to have it be blown away before it could go in the bowl. He tried again trying to shield the match with his body but still didn't get it in the bowl.

Neither noticed the salt line being blown away until Dean went stumbling backwards to land on the couch and fall behind it.

"Dean!" Sam yelled as he frantically tried to get a match lit. An invisible force suddenly grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall behind him with such force it left an imprint in the sheetrock. Sam began to claw at his neck as his airway was cut off. He struggled and gasped for a breath that he couldn't get. His face began to redden from the pressure, and he was on the verge of passing out.

Dean combat crawled around the couch and saw Sam in distress but couldn't see the Poltergeist attacking him. He dug into his jean's pocket and pulled out his lighter. He flicked the flint trying to light it and smiled when it finally caught. With a quick flip, Dean sent the lighter into the bowl catching the ingredients on fire. A blinding, golden light spewed upward from the bowl and an intense wave of power blasted outward shaking the house and knocking Dean backward and unconscious.

The wave washed over Sam and suddenly the pressure around his neck was gone. He blacked out and crumbled to the floor trying to pull much needed air into his starved lungs.

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Dean began to move ten minutes later as he rubbed his ears and tried to ease to a sitting position. He slumped back over and winced trying to stop the ringing in his ears so he could hear again. He blinked rapidly and memory came back of what just happened. His first thought was his brother and if he was okay. Dean tried again to sit up and used the couch for leverage. He started to shake his head but found that caused a pounding pain inside his head. He rubbed his temples and moved his jaw around trying to get his ears to pop.

"Sammy?" Dean called, not sure he was saying it loud enough or not. He steadied himself up on wobbly legs and staggered across the room to his brother's prone body. "Hey man, you okay?"

Dean carefully turned Sam over and saw the beginning of bruising around his neck. He checked his pulse and breathing noticing how raspy it sounded. He ran his finger into his hair checking for injury and grunted when his fingers came back wet and red. He moved his head enough and parted his hair to see a small gash on the back of it, but nothing serious. Dean continued to move his hands down his limbs and body looking for other injuries but didn't find any.

"Sammy, hey wake up," Dean told him tapping his cheeks. When that didn't work, he hurried into the kitchen and wet a dish towel and grabbed a clean one for the gash on his head. He pressed the smaller one to the back of his head and wiped Sam's face with the wet one.

Sam groaned and tried to push away the wetness from his face as he tried to get his eyes open. He saw a blurry figure leaning over him and tried to push away. A warm hand cupped his face and was talking to him, but he couldn't make out what was being said. He couldn't hear because of the loud roaring in his ears, but once his vision cleared, he saw it was Dean beside him. He raised a hand to his head feeling the large knot on the back of his head.

"Can you hear me?" Dean asked again cupping Sam's face so he would look at him. He pointed to his ears and asked again, only to get a slight no shake from Sam.

"Gone?" Sam managed to force out trying to focus on Dean. He was relieved when he shook his head yes. He hurt all over and his head was pounding. Sam tried to complain when Dean eased him up and half drug him to the couch and laid him on it. Sam watched his brother through slit eyelids as he went back to the kitchen to wet the towel again with cold water. He came back and laid it across his neck where it was bruising.

Sam tried to swallow and winced at the pain it caused. He couldn't keep his eyes open but could feel Dean do things around him. He felt his heavy head being lifted and something wet wiping his scalp and a slight burning before something was pressed to the gash. His hearing was still not right as what noises he heard sounded distance and hollow. Sam jerked slightly when something was pushed between his lips. He felt the coldness of ice chips and let them melt in his mouth and sooth his raw throat. He opened his lips slightly and felt the spoon again. Sam relaxed completely and drifted away.

Dean watched his brother for signs of choking as he fed him some ice chips knowing it would help his throat. He had cleaned and put a pad over the small gash on the back of his head and was going to let him lay on the couch and rest. When he saw his breathing even out and his pulse slow, Dean pulled a throw from a chair nearby and cover Sam's body. He had taken some pain meds but was afraid to give Sam any for fear he might choke on then. Dean decided Sam could take some once he woke up and was more alert.

Once he saw his brother was okay, Dean assessed his own body for injury. He was sore and one wrist hurt, but it didn't seem like anything major at least. He gathered the bowl and cloth from the floor and sat them on an end table out of the way. At least the house didn't get destroyed, he thought going to the laundry room for a broom and dustpan. He would try to clean some of the mess up while Sam slept. It seemed the spell worked, but he would give it a couple of days to be sure before contacting the family and letting them come home.

Dean looked around when a cell started ringing and found Sam's jacket to dig it out.

"H'llo," Dean answered louder than needed.

"Dean, is everything alright?" Bobby asked since he didn't get Sam and Dean sounded weird.

"Speak up, Bobby is that you?"

"Yeah, you don't have to yell."

"Sorry, hearing is off. Look, we got rid of Poltergeist. Neither of us are hurt bad, just can't stop the ringing in my ears. I'll call you back later when I can talk an hear."

"Alright son, glad to hear it," Bobby yelled before hanging up.

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Dean swept the salt up from the floor and threw it away. He picked up the books and decided that was enough for now. He dropped into the recliner and raised the footrest easing back and getting comfortable. The pain meds were trying to kick in and he let himself relax hoping that when he woke some of his aches would be gone. The brothers slept for several hours before Sam started stirring on the couch.

Sam opened his eyes and blinked a few times to clear his vision so he could see. He saw Dean asleep in the recliner and that he was stretched out on the couch. He tried to clear his throat and felt the wet cloth covering his neck. His throat still hurt from the attack, but his head was easing off. Sam slowly pulled his body to a sitting position, pausing when everything started spinning. He reached for a bottle of water nearby and saw the pain meds sitting beside it. He fumbled with the bottle for a moment before getting it open and shaking out a couple. After sipping some water, Sam slipped the pills into his mouth and sipped more water to wash them down.

"D…" Sam tried to say and stopped from the hurt. Instead he used his foot to shake his brother's leg to wake him.

"S'mmy," Dean slurred as he started moving, waking up. He let the footrest down and wiped his face before moving to sit beside Sam. "You okay?"

Sam nodded yes and put a hand to this throat, "H'rts."

"Don't try to talk, it'll just make it worse. Why don't I see if there's some soup in the cabinets and fix us something to eat? Think you can maybe handle soup?"

Sam thought a moment and could tell he was hungry and nodded yes again, thinking soup would be a good idea and easy on his throat. He was careful as he got up, feeling the need to pee. His ears were still ringing slightly but getting better. He used the wall for support and made his way to the half bathroom off the kitchen.

Dean found some chicken noodle soup and a pot to cook it in. He got it on cooking and watched Sam carefully as he came from the bathroom to be sure he was stable.

"I'll have it ready in a minute," Dean told him slowly, trying to control the volume of his voice. He could tell he was sounding to loud, but if Sam was having the same problem as him, he probably wouldn't notice.

Sam nodded his understanding and leaned his head into his hand hoping some food would make him feel better. Dean placed some crackers by his elbow and a minute later sat a bowl of soup and spoon in front of him. He nodded his thanks and opened the crackers to crumble a couple into the soup. He let it cool for a moment before spooning a small amount and tasting it. It hurt slightly but was good and he ate some more. Dean made a quick sandwich and joined him.

"I figure we'll give it a couple of days and if everything seems okay, we'll let Carrie know they can come back. Does that sound okay to you?"

"Yes," Sam rasped out.

"I gotta say, it turned out better than I expected. Not too much broken, but they will have to repair that Samsquash hole in the wall you made," Dean teased.

Sam gave him a bitch face and the finger before going back to eating his soup.

"Wanna head for Bobby's once we're done here?"

"Yes."

"Alright, we have a plan," Dean said. Another hunt finished and another one out there waiting for them.

The End