DISCLAIMER\AUTHOR'S NOTE

Supernatural belongs to the WB. Anything you don't recognize is mine. And in the previous chapter, I sent the boys back to the hotel even though in ch 5 they had checked out. Sorry about that. My mistake. So now they're in the car. For Cassie's powers, think Drusilla, only not insane. And I got the way to destroy ghosts from From what I can tell, it's some kind of game-playing site, but I liked what they had.

Once the boys had identified the spirit, they leaned towards each other and began working out a plan. They would go to the carnival that night, confront Buckuss, and convince him to leave. If that didn't work, well...their dad had plenty of advice for getting rid of unwanted ghosts. Hopefully, they wouldn't need any of it.

"We're going to have be alert tonight, so we should use this time to get some rest," Dean stated.

"I don't sleep that well anymore. You know that," Sam responded.

"Just try, Sammy," Dean said.

"It's Sam," Sam promptly corrected. Dean rested his head against the seat. Within moments, he was sleeping peacefully. Sam however fought against the sleep. He knew what he would see and he didn't want to. However, the restless nights took their toll and he found himself slumbering. Sam was lying on his bed, eyes closed when he felt something hit his forehead. He turned his head, but felt another splat. He opened his eyes and gasped. Jessica was pinned to the ceiling, bleeding.

"Why Sam?" she asked.

"NO!" he cried. Then, she was engulfed by flames. Sam moaned, then turned in his seat. Sam struggled against the chains that held him.

"Sammy?" a girl's voice asked playfully. He strengthened his struggle, but it was useless. The chains were too tight. That didn't stop him from trying though.

"Sammy?" the girl asked again.

"No," Sam said. He watched as a young woman around his age stepped into view.

"Awww. Is little Sammy afraid?" she mocked coming closer. "Don't worry. Cassie's here," she continued with a terrible grin. With that she let her true features show and bared down. Blood trickled from his neck as the vampire's fangs cut into his skin. Sam screamed. As she drained him, Cassie placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him close. Sam closed his eyes at what he knew what was coming. Searing pain raced through his body.

"No! Dad, help me!" Sam cried, waking up. Dean made annoyed muttering sounds as he stirred. Sam jiggled the handle and Dean unlocked the door. Once he was out of the car, Sam began to retch. The older brother yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"Sammy, you okay?" Dean asked in concern. Sam coughed as he finished vomitting.

"Man, I wish Dad was here," he whispered. Dean looked out the window.

"It's night time. Let's go," he stated. Sam got back in the car and they drove to the carnival. As soon as they got there, the brothers grabbed their bag of tools and headed straight for the Hall of Mirrors. As soon as they stepped inside, the room started to shake.

"Uh-oh. That can't be good," Dean muttered, dropping the bag next to Sam.

"No kidding," Sam agreed. They watched as a murky silhoutte came to be in the mirror.

"I know what scares you," he hissed. Dean turned around was amazed to see their father.

"Dad!" he called. Sam turned to face what Dean saw. The older boy knelt down and checked for vitals.

"He's dead. If only I had gotten here sooner," he said thickly. Suddenly, John Winchester's eyes flew open and he grabbed Dean by the throat!

"You! I'm dead because of you!" he roared. For a moment, Dean froze. This was exactly what he was afraid of. Being too late to save their father and being blamed for it.

"Dean!" Sam cried and tried to pull the apparition away. Unfortunately, he discovered that it was only solid for Dean because it was his nightmare.

"Come on, Dean! Fight it!" Sam urged. Meanwhile, the Winchester patriach imposter continued to choke Dean. Without warning, it was if he had woken up.

"You're not Dad! Even if I did find him dead! He would never blame me!" he shouted, kneeing the vision. John Winchester disappeared.

"Dean! You okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, but that was way too close," Dean stated, rubbing his neck.

"Sammy," a voice called playfully. Sam froze.

"No," he said wth a shake of his head.

"Sa-a-a-a-am-m-m-m-my," the voice called again. They watched as a young woman appeared in front of them.

"No," Sam said again.

"Awww. Is little Sammy afraid?" she mocked coming closer. "Don't worry. Cassie's here," she continued with a terrible smile. Before Dean could stop her, she tackled Sam and pinned him to the ground.

"No. Not again," Sam moaned. Dean watched as Cassie turned into a vampire and tore into his neck. Sam screamed in pain.

"Sam! Come on! Fight her!" Dean encouraged. He attempted to do what Sam had, but discovered the same thing. As Cassie drank, she positioned herself so that their bodies were symmetrical.

"No," Sam moaned in fright. He lifted his hands in an attempt to stop the assault.

"Sammy," Cassie reproached. "Sammy, look at me," she continued, making him follow her fingers to his eyes. No. I can't let it happen, Sam thought fearfully. He stretched out a hand for their weapon bag. "Be in me," she intoned. Come on. Come on, Sam. Almost there. You just gotta reach a stake, he thought to himself.

"Don't move. See what I can do," she murmured. With a grunt, Sam continued to reach for the bag. There! He was in. All he had to was keep his presence of mind long enough to find a stake. He attempted to block her advance, but the arm wouldn't do as he wanted. It was immobilized. Sam nearly gave into the fright, but then he felt his fingers wrap around something wooden and pointy. Yes! He had found it. With a grunt of concentration, he brought the stake down on his attacker.

"That's the last time you'll ever hurt me," Sam snarled as Cassie screamed and disentigrated. The ghost howled in rage.

"Nice try, Buckuss. You're gonna have to do better than that to defeat the Winchesters," Sam growled, standing up.

"Impossible! No one has ever beaten my illusions!" the ghost shrieked.

"First time for everything, Artie," Dean stated. Buckuss howled and began moving towards the mirror.

"Dean, where's that X-Beam?" Sam asked nervously. The older Winchester rifled through the bag. One of Buckuss' hands came through the mirror.

"Dean, hurry up," Sam urged.

"I'm lookin' for it!" Dean shouted. More of Buckuss' ghostly body came through and he grabbed Sam by the throat, pulling him towards the mirror.

"DEAN!" Sam screamed.

"Got it!" came the report. He turned on the beam just as Sam reached the mirror. Buckuss shrieked and dissolved. Sam began to collapse.

"Sam!" Dean exclaimed, catching his brother.

"Okay. Let's agree to never cut it that close again, huh?" Sam suggested.