A/N: To Kathy (guest) who has been leaving reviews. When they are left as a guest it takes two to three days for them to show up in FF. I am getting them in my email and know they will show up soon on FF. Thank you for each one. NC


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Part II

Sam rolled over in bed and shivered coming partly awake and wondering why Dean would turn the air condition down so low. He tried to find more blankets opening his eyes in slits to see two figures at the foot of his bed.

"Holy crap!" Sam cried out pushing himself up in the bed. "Dean!" he called to his brother throwing a pillow at him.

"What?" Dean slurred as he started waking up and noticed how cold it was in the room. "Trying to freeze us Sammy?"

"We have company, wake up."

"What?" he asked rolling over to look where Sam was looking. "Guess spirits can't tell time," he grumbled. "Can I at least put some clothes on? It's freezing in here."

"No joke," Sam agreed. "Thank you for coming, give us a minute to get dressed and we'll talk."

"As you wish," Father Nicholas said moving back from the bed.

Sam got up and snagged clothes from his duffle. "I'll start some coffee while you change first."

"Good, gonna need some caffeine to get going this early." Dean got up shivering from the cold as he pulled out his own clothes and disappeared into the bathroom first.

Sam moved to the small coffee pot and hit start since he had set it up the night before. He looked at the time and saw it was almost five. He couldn't suppress the yawn that came out as he looked over at the two spirits waiting patiently for them. He picked up his clothes when Dean stepped from the bathroom and took his place.

Dean dropped his sleep clothes on his duffle and moved to the coffee pot waiting on it to finish brewing. He poured a cup and took a seat at the table. After blowing across the coffee, he took a tentative sip hoping it would help wake him up and warm him up.

A few minutes later, Sam joined them and poured his own coffee, adding creamer and sugar. He took a seat by his brother before speaking.

"We know both of you were killed by people who wanted you out of the way because of what you were doing to help the community here," Sam started. "We want to help you resolve these issues so you can find peace and move on."

"How do you plan on doing that?" Cooper asked. "And how do we know it will work?"

"With your help. If we can catch the leader and his henchmen in illegal acts, they will be arrested and put in prison. The drug dealers the same thing. We take them out of the equation, and everyone wins," Sam explained. "Being spirits you can go places we can't and find where they're keeping stashed drugs, money, guns, and anything else that will put them away."

"It would be easier to kill them," Cooper said his anger spiking as his eyes flashed darkly.

"He is telling the truth," Dean shrugged.

"You're not helping," Sam mumbled to him. "The more you kill, the more attention you draw to the community. If we can get them put away it will send a message to others and maybe you scare them straight. Word would get around to others to leave this community alone."

The spirits looked at each other as they thought about what Sam had said.

"The police report said you thought someone in the school was selling to the high school kids. Did you ever figure out who it was?"

"I was getting close before I was killed," Cooper said. "I know now it was a guidance counselor, but he left a week after I was killed."

"Do you think anyone else took his place?"

"Not that I have seen. I've been back and watched the dealers stay off school property, but they are close by."

"Will you help us take them down?"

"We will."

"If you can find stash houses or wherever they have stuff and let us know about it, then we'll take them down and call in a tip to the locals to make the arrest. The more evidence we can get, the easier it will be to convict them."

"And you can scare the shit out of anyone you want to get your point across to stay out of your community," Dean added getting a bitch look from Sam.

"You two could team up and take both parties out," Sam offered.

"We will let you know what we find," Father Nicholas replied before they both disappeared from the room.

"Man! I was going to tell them to come at a decent hour," Dean fussed rubbing his hands up and down his arms for warmth. "Let's go get some breakfast so I can warm up."

"Yeah, it's like a freezer in here," Sam agreed.

"Why don't we check out where this Savage Skull gang hangs out and check around the school for dealers. Who knows we might catch them doing something?"

"Is that a good idea? This car's pretty noticeable and if we want to take them by surprise might be better to not let ourselves be seen."

"You're probably right; we'll see what the two Caspers can bring back and go from there."

"I wouldn't let them hear you calling them that. They might get offended."

"Right. Do you think this will work? If we can get both these groups arrested and out of the neighborhoods that they will move on?"

"I have no idea, but it's about the only option we have. The only thing I found in my research to kill them is to shoot them with glass bullets or stab with a stake made from a wild rose tree."

"You're kidding? Who's ever heard of glass bullets? And where would we find a wild rose tree?"

"Let's hope this plan works and we don't have to find out."

spn

Dean opened the door to their motel room and walked inside to suddenly stop and get bumped by Sam who didn't notice his faltering steps. Sam automatically went for his weapon until he saw two spirits waiting for them in their room. They were sitting at the table and turned to look their way. The room was cold, and they kept their coats on as they stepped into the room.

"Damnit, it'd be nice if you gave us a little warning," Dean complained as he got his composure and stomped on into the room tossing the motel room key on the dresser.

"We have what I think you need," Father Nicholas said ignoring Dean's jab.

"What did you find out?" Sam asked moving into the room and sitting on the bed to face them.

Dean grumbled under his breath and took a seat on his bed to listen to what they had to say.

"The Savage Skulls are planning to buy weapons tonight from some out of town dealer. I know the place and time and they had a meth lab outside of town in an old trailer. They are also extorting business owners for protection money. If they don't pay, their place is trashed or worse."

"This is good," Sam said.

"Looks like we have a date with a weapon's dealer tonight," Dean added rubbing his hands together.

"I found out where the drugs are coming from and where the dealers are cutting it to make more profit," Cooper said.

"So, if we can shut down their operations and hijack the next shipment coming in," Dean surmised. "We'll have to get the locals involved to make the arrests but be sure there is plenty of evidence to convict them."

"I can show you where the drugs are being processed," Cooper offered.

"That's a start," Dean agreed. "We can take it out now and deal with the other things tonight."

"I'll get the weapon's bag," Sam said.

They got up from the beds, Sam grabbing their weapon's bag and Dean the room key. The spirits disappeared as they went out the door. Dean grunted when he saw them in the backseat of the Impala waiting on them. He didn't say anything as they got in the car and cranked her up and turned on the heat. He pulled to the exit and looked in the rearview mirror to the spirits in the back.

"Which way?" Dean asked, waiting for directions.

"Turn left and head across town. There's some empty buildings over there and they're using a couple of them as a base of operations."

"There better be a place where I can leave my Baby where she won't be messed with."

"We can park a couple of blocks away and hide it and walk in," Cooper offered. "Take a left at the next light."

"There better be," he mumbled under his breath. He did not want to come back and find her stripped or gone. Dean followed Cooper's directions and pulled into a gas station that was closed. Cooper disappeared from the back and after a few moments, one of the garage doors opened onto an empty bay. Dean pulled into the bay and parked as the door closed behind them.

"Will this do?" Cooper asked.

"I guess," Dean replied. "Let's arm up Sammy and go kick some ass."

The brothers made sure they had extra clips for their guns along with knives hidden in their clothes. They followed Cooper and Father Nicholas down alleyways and behind buildings staying off the main road as they moved toward a building at the end of the block. Dean and Sam slunk deeper into the shadows when they saw guards in front of it.

Dean picked up a rock and tossed it out from them hitting a metal can and attracting their attention. The two guards talked between them before moving closer to the alley to look down it. They stepped into the shadowed alley and slowly made their way down with their guns drawn and ready to use. After they walked past where the brothers were hiding, they stepped behind them and knocked them out with the butts of their guns. They used zip ties to bind their hands behind their backs before tossing them into a dumpster and locking it. The guns were dropped into a barrel for now so they couldn't be used against them.

They moved toward the door that was being guarded and motioned for Cooper to check it out before they went in. He came back out and nodded it was clear. Dean went in first panning his gun in both directions as Sam stepped in behind him. They could hear noises coming from another room and hugged the wall making their way around boxes, discarded broken furniture, and fifty-gallon metal drums.

A guard was slouched in a chair looking at a magazine and looking bored. He never sensed Dean as he moved up behind him and locked an arm around his neck, squeezing until his body went limp. Sam helped him drag the body between them back behind some crates. He was zip tied, gagged and disarmed before being stuffed in a corner and a tarp thrown over his body. They went back to the door and jerked back as Cooper stepped through it.

"There are four in there guarding the ones who are cutting and bagging the drugs," he whispered.

"We can take one each and you two can have the other two," Father Nicholas told them. He didn't wait for an answer before disappearing through the door along with Cooper.

"Crap!" Dean hissed when he heard cries from inside the room. He ran through the door and saw two guys swinging guns around yelling as their colleagues were thrown back against the wall, falling unconscious to the floor. Dean tackled one guy to the floor and with a couple of hard punches knocked him out.

Sam didn't hesitate as he rammed into the last guy, bowling him over and kicked the gun from his hand. He gathered a hand full of shirt and lifted him off the floor to punch him hard in the face, breaking his nose and splitting his lip. He flipped him over and jerked his hands behind his back and used a zip tie to secure him. He looked over at Dean to be sure he was okay and saw he had his man down too.

The young women working the tables huddled together in fright not sure what to do. They only had their bras and panties on with clear plastic aprons covering their bodies.

"It's okay, we're the FBI," Sam told them, trying to assure them they were safe.

"I'll call Detective Lee and let him know what we found," Dean told Sam as he stepped from the room and pulled his cell from his jacket. He walked around the area checking for any other bad guys but didn't find any. When he came back in, Sam had the girls putting on their clothes and moving them out of the room. Dean checked out a table sitting in a corner that had stacks of money rubber banded together. There was a money counting machine sitting on it and loose bills in plastic containers beside it. He glanced behind him before pocketing a stack thinking they deserved it and it would never be missed. He joined Sam and nodded they should leave.

"The police are on their way, you're safe now. Just stay here, they will help you," Sam told the young women before following Dean back out of the building.

"I told the detective what to expect and we wanted no credit, it was all his," Dean told him.

"Did he accept it?"

"We'll see. I let him know we would be contacting him again tonight if he wants to have his men ready."

"Good, then it should be done." Sam glanced back but didn't see Cooper or Father Nicholas and wondered if they would be waiting for them in the car. He jogged to keep up with Dean who was walking fast to get back to the Impala and out of there before the locals got there. "Wonder where Cooper and the Father went?"

"Don't know, but we need to make ourselves scarce, so we don't have to answer unwanted questions." Dean opened the side door and went around to open the garage door so he could back the Impala out.

Sam closed the door behind them and hurried to get in the car so they could leave the area. Dean drove away from the area and headed back to the motel. He could hear sirens in the distance making their way to the area they just left. He looked in the side mirror to be sure no one was following them and sighed with relief. All he could think about was they had one more bad guy to take down and he hoped this case would be over. He would much rather deal with monsters than humans any day. Monsters he knew, but humans…They could be crazy and unpredictable.

"We'll pack and be ready to leave once we take care of this last group of scumbags," Dean told him. "You good with that?"

"Yeah, I guess. Hopefully Cooper and the Father will see things are okay and will move on. I wonder where they are right now?"

The spirits moved silently through the abandoned buildings toward a car parked nearby waiting on the dealer who was supposed to pick up the merchandise. The dealers had no way of knowing that he had been arrested and was in the process of being charged with drug trafficking, murder of Cooper, and whatever else the locals could come up with. Detective Lee was already testing the guns found at the scene to see if they matched any unsolved murders and wondered why the FBI guys wouldn't want to take credit for the bust.

spn

Two guys stepped from the car and looked around as one pulled out his cell to make a call. Their boss was still in the car watching when suddenly both men were thrown into the car with a sickening crunch. He clambered out of the back with gun drawn looking around frantically for the attackers when Cooper appeared in front of him. He shot him several times and cried out in shock when the bullets went through him not causing any damage. Before he could turn to run, Cooper grabbed him by the throat and pounded him into the side of the car. His icy cold hand cut deeply into the man's neck sending chilling waves of pain into his body and freezing his heart.

"I want you to go back and tell your boss never to send anyone to this town with drugs again," he growled into his ear as the man gasped and choked. "I will not let your illegal drugs be a death sentence to the people that live here. If he does not heed my warning…Tell him I will come for him next. You know it's hard to kill someone who is already dead." He laughed as he tossed the man to the ground watching him scramble on all fours to get away from him.

Father Nicholas had taken the bags of drugs from the car and watched the frightened man trying to get in the car and drive away. "Think he got the message?"

"He's going back empty handed, no drugs, no money and with a story that is going to be unbelievable. I doubt he lives long enough to be of any concern."

"How do we get rid of the drugs?"

"Let's take them where they will never be found," Cooper said picking up one of the bags.

The spirits disappeared in the blink of an eye, along with the drugs. Where they were going no one would be following unless they were dead, and the dead had no use for drugs.

spn

Night was approaching and Dean and Sam prepared for the next battle. They had packed, cleaned their weapons and replenished their supply of zip ties. Even if they were facing off with bad men, they were human and didn't want to kill unless it was the only option. If they left enough evidence like earlier, there would be no way any of the gang would be walking away free. Once they were off the streets, the town would be a safer place to live.

Dean looked up when he felt the temperature of the room drop suddenly and saw Cooper and Father Nicholas standing in the middle of the room. They looked at the two brothers with interest as Dean put the last piece on his gun in place and slammed the clip home. He pulled the slide back, chambering a round before slipping it into the small of his back.

Sam stepped from the bathroom and startled as the coldness hit him, making him shiver for a moment. He let his eyes land on the ghosts and to his brother, feeling the tension in the room.

"Are we ready to do this?" Dean asked no one in particular as he shouldered his duffle and picked up the weapon's bag.

"Yeah," Sam replied grabbing his bags and following his brother to the car. As expected, the two spirits were already waiting on them in the back. He could sense the eagerness and tension coming from them, hoping it wasn't a bad sign.

"Okay Father, it's your turn. Where do we go?" Dean asked as he cranked the Impala, letting her roar to life under his hands.

"Some of the gang members are meeting the seller in an abandoned building about twenty minutes from here. Take a right at the exit and head out of town. I will tell you where to turn my son."

Dean stiffened when he called him his son but didn't say anything. He followed the priest's directions and drove through the emptying streets away from the congestion of the business part of town. He pulled his jacket tighter around his body from the chill the two spirits were emitting in the tight space of the Impala. He had the heat going to keep the windows clear and one cracked to allow fresh air inside.

"Is there a safe place for my Baby?" Dean asked breaking the silence in the car.

"It can be left behind a building and we can walk the last block to the warehouse," Father Nicholas said.

"Good. Are we almost there?"

"A few more miles."

Dean huffed and pinched his lips together into a thin line and concentrated on the road ahead of him. Most of the area was in the dark except for a few streetlights here and there to cast a dim, pale glow out onto the road. He pulled into a parking lot and followed it around the side of an empty building and parked in the dark, small lot behind it. Dean shut the engine down before turning to his brother to talk to him.

"Be careful, they play for keeps," Dean told him in a serious tone.

Sam stilled for a moment and looked at his brother's shadowed face, "I will, you too."

They got out and armed themselves only with what they needed that would hurt or kill humans. Both knew they didn't need to burden themselves with supernatural items so they could move quickly and quietly. The spirits had disappeared from the car without a word.

Dean took the lead and headed along the back of the building, staying well in the shadows as he moved closer to their target. He passed behind several more buildings until stopping and peeking out around the corner to a warehouse. It was dark and deeply shadowed but as he let his eyes roam back and forth, he picked up movement deep into the shadows at the side of the building.

"Side of building," Dean mumbled to Sam before fading into the darkness and letting Sam take his place.

Sam watched from his hiding place and squinted when he could barely make out a shape moving toward a darker shadow. He could just make out a struggle for a moment and then nothing. A soft whistle let him know his brother had taken care of the guard. Sam moved quickly to join his brother and they went to the door on the side of the warehouse.

Dim light shown toward the middle of the large room as the brothers worked their way around the stacked boxes and barrels toward it. Sam clamped his large hand over the mouth of a gang member to silence him as he choked him unconscious. He bound his hands behind his back and gagged him before looping a tie to a pipe and around his ankles. He looked up as Dean drug another gang member deeper into the shadows and did the same. They proceeded closer to the light and saw gang members standing around their leader and a couple of other men showing off crates of guns.

The brothers froze when suddenly gang members went flying backwards leaving their leader standing alone. The gun sellers pulled guns and looked around for the attackers as they backed away. They each took one and disarmed them and with some well-placed punches had them on the floor knocked out.

The leader of the gang pulled a gun and fired at Sam and Dean. Sam felt an invisible push as fire erupted in his arm before he stumbled backwards. Dean was thrown to the floor but felt the bullet whiz by his head as he whooshed out the air in his lungs. He was stunned for a moment but was up with gun drawn ready to fire back when the leader of the gang arched his back and tried to cry out but couldn't.

Sammy," Dean grunted as he wobbled to his feet.

"I'm fine," Sam hissed clamping a hand over his arm that was still holding his gun. Blood ran between his fingers, but he could tell it wasn't serious and looked toward where the leader was shaking and trying to speak.

"Let me see," Dean insisted knowing that tone and knew Sam was playing down his injury. He jerked a bandana out and tied it around his arm to help stop the bleeding. "What's happening to him?" he asked.

"I think he's being possessed," Sam said in wonder as he continued to study the leader.

Dean looked around at the others as a couple moaned and tried to get up. He shook off his dizziness and moved to the guys using his gun butt to knock them back out. He looked around and saw what looked like a walk-in freezer sitting in a corner.

"Sammy, help me get these guys in there," Dean ordered as he grabbed the legs of one of the downed guys and drug him to the door. He opened it up and saw it would suit their needs. They tossed the gang members and gun dealers into the freezer and locked the door.

"There are still others at the house," Father Nicholas said in the leader's voice. He pulled out a cell and sent a text to one of the members he needed help to bring everyone to the meet.

"Good idea Father. Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"He is the one who shot me."

"We need to be ready for the others," Dean told Sam as they moved to the door they would be coming through.

"I will let you know when they get here," Cooper offered before disappearing.

"How's the arm?"

"It's fine, just a scratch. You?"

"I felt the bullet just miss my head," Dean replied. "I don't know who knocked me down, but they saved my life."

"We'll have to thank them when this is over. If I wasn't pushed aside, I would have been shot in the chest."

"Too bad we couldn't have a little extra help like this on other cases."

"They're almost here," Cooper said as he appeared behind them making both brothers jump and draw down on him. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"It's fine," Dean grumbled thinking a bell around his neck would be a good idea. He turned back to the door and motioned Sam to the other side of the door while Father Nicholas moved the leader to stand in the middle of room to wait on the other gang members.

They didn't have long to wait as lights from cars shone in the door. Dean and Sam could hear car doors slamming and guns being cocked before members stepped into the room. They looked around but didn't notice Dean and Sam hiding behind crates and boxes and stopped waiting for their leader to speak.

"Put your guns down," Father Nicholas told them in a loud, stern voice.

The gang members looked at each other confused by his words and not sure what to do. They mumbled among themselves for a moment until a voice boomed behind them.

"I'd do as he says," Dean ordered waving his gun at the gang members to drop their weapons.

Several quickly pointed their guns at Dean until Sam stepped out and cleared his throat to show Dean wasn't alone. He motioned with his gun for them to drop their weapons. He fired once when one of the gang members decided to take his chances and hit him in the shoulder knocking him to the ground.

When the other members saw they meant business, they dropped their weapons and put up their hands. The possessed gang leader lead them to the freezer and unlocked the door ushering them inside. It was a tight fit, but the last one was shoved in and the door was locked behind them.

"Too bad it's not working, we could cool them off," Dean surmised.

"Now, one more thing," Father Nicholas said as he pulled out the cell again. He stood in the light and hit record and began to make a confession of the crimes he had done. He told about shooting Father Nicholas to get him out of the way so they could recruit the young kids in the community. He confessed to the meth labs that were running in the town, about extorting money from business owners for protection and anything else Father Nicolas found in the leader's mind. Once he was finished, Father Nicholas pulled out of the leader, letting him fall onto his hands and knees gasping for air. He gripped the leader's head between his hands and pressed hard making him scream out in agony for several moments before he let go and stepped away. The leader collapsed to the floor and twitched and jerked as his eyes rolled upward and his face when slack and he started to drool. Father Nicholas taped the cell to the leader's chest and stood up. "He won't be bothering or hurting anyone again."

Dean and Sam looked at each other but didn't speak about what he did.

"I'll call Lee and let him know he can come and clean up the trash," Dean told them.

"Thank you for what you did for me and my brother," Sam said. "Well, so, now that things have been taken care of," Sam started. "Will you two be able to move on?" He looked at the two spirits as they stood side by side looking at Sam.

"The locals will be here shortly," Dean told them. "We better get out of here 'fore they get here."

"Thank you for helping us and helping our community and the people that live there. We will move on, but we will be watching over our flock," Father Nicholas told them.

"You have made a difference and thank you too," Cooper told them.

The spirits stepped back and they began to glow brighter and brighter, making the brothers cover their eyes and when they looked back, they were gone. Dean and Sam wiped their eyes and waited for a moment for the spots to disappear before stepping from the building and heading back to the Impala.

Dean pulled out and headed away from the town toward Sioux Falls. He made Sam let him look at his arm when they stopped for gas. The bullet had grazed his bicep, leaving a raw gash that he wrapped for now. He was going to stop in a few hours and get a motel room so they could rest, and he could doctor Sam's arm better. He looked over at Sam who was scribbling in his journal by the light of a small flashlight and wondered what he was writing. He would never ask because that was a private thing for both of them. He turned back to the road and turned on the radio to find a station to his liking and settled back as the car sped down the interstate.

The End


A/N: Hope you enjoyed the letter and hunt. Thank you for taking this journey with me. I do like reviews. NC