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A/N: Unlike the shows writers this story is not related to a story that can be researched, pure figment of a warped mind.

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Supernatural – Ghost Town

Chapter 3 – Junctions and Cross Roads

As he was adding some ingredients to a pouch Dean looked across at Rebecca. "What's that? Gold?"

"Yeah."

"You mean you can afford to bury. What is it? Twelve lots of gold?" he replied surprised.

"No, I can't afford to, but the peridot needs to be set in gold to work best." She looked at him, shook her head and continued what she had been doing.

"What?"

"You haven't changed," she replied.

Dean looked upset. "What do you mean?"

"When we met before you never believed anything would work, until it did. You're still as sceptical after all that you've done."

"How do you know what I've done?"

"I have my sources."

"Do they include Dad?" Sam broke into the conversation.

"Sometimes."

Sam looked at Dean. "So have you seen him recently?" Sam asked?

"Not since he went missing." She looked at Sam, "but if I do I'll tell him to get in touch."

"Do you know why he disappeared?" Dean asked?

"I'm no Sylvia Brown." Seeing the disappointment on their faces she added, "sorry."

"That's alright." Sam replied. "We just don't seem to be getting any closer to finding him."

"You won't until he's ready to see you." She got up to check the pouches were finished.

"How do you know that?" Dean looked up at her. "A minute ago you said you hadn't seen him."

"Is he sending you co-ordinates?"

"Yeah." Dean and Sam answered together, looking from each other to her.

"So he knows where you are," she replied patiently.

"Yeah," Dean looked confused. Then like a light going on he replied, "so he knows where not to be."

"Right," she replied, seeing the disappointed look in Dean's eyes. Whatever had happened she wanted to give him a hug, but that wasn't an option. "You have a choice look for him or hunt out whatever he sends your way."

Sam cast an accusing look at Dean, it wasn't lost on Rebecca. "So you're already trying to go in opposite directions," she commented.

Dean glared at Sam.

"I just see the trail going cold and Dean's…"

"Used to following orders," Rebecca finished. "I'm sorry about that, guess you can blame me for that."

"How's that?" Sam asked?

"Now if I told you that you might decide not to finish this job and that would be a pity," she laughed.

Dean decided to ignore everything she was implying. Time was moving on, he reckoned that they only had an hour of daylight left and he wasn't sure what they were supposed to be doing.

"Is everything ready now?" he asked.

Rebecca looked at the clock, "yeah, time you got going."

"So what are we supposed to do with these now?" Dean asked.

"Here's a map of the town, I've marked the places and order you need to bury them."

"Order. Can't we just go from one to the next?" Sam asked.

"No, by doing it in order it should start the binding more quickly, but hopefully they won't catch on too soon," Rebecca explained. "Once you've completed the outer ring they'll guess what you're doing, so putting the last two under the town centre will be hairy."

"How hairy?" Dean asked. "Like one on one or the whole town trying to get us?"

"I'd go with the whole town," she replied.

"That should be fun!" Dean replied sarcastically. "Ok Sammy you ready?"

"It's Sam."

"Ok, Sam, are you ready?"

"Yeah."

"Are you coming?" Dean asked Rebecca.

"No, I'd just get in the way," she replied. "Besides I can't cross the town limits, which you have to before dark. Just one thing before you go," she added getting out a small bottle and handing it to Dean. "You'll need to dab some of this on my pulse points, when you find me."

Dean looked at the bottle, "Rescue Remedy?"

"Yeah, it should help."

Sam picked up the pouches and headed for the car. Something about the way they were looking at each other told him he should make himself scarce. "See you in the car Dean."

Dean looked away from Rebecca to answer Sam, "yeah, be right there." He looked back to where Rebecca was standing. "I wish I knew what had happened."

"You will," she replied. Walking to him, she grabbed his jacket and pulled him down so that she could kiss him.

He was surprised not just by the kiss but also his reaction. He held her close and kissed her back.

She pulled away, tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry."

"I wish you'd stop saying that," he replied. "I don't know what you're sorry for, it's sorta unnerving."

"You'd better go."

He snapped back to the job at hand. "Yeah, see you in the morning," he replied with as much innuendo as he could manage.

As Dean was getting into the car Sam said, "you took your time."

"Yeah, man, that was weird," he replied starting the car.

"What was weird?"

"When she kissed me."

"She kissed you. I thought you didn't like older women," Sam grinned shocked by his brother's revelation.

"I don't, but it was like something I lost came back." Dean ran his fingers through his hair.

"Well it doesn't seem to be your memory of her."

"There was something else," he tried to work out how to explain it. "I just got the feeling I wasn't really kissing her." He was still trying to puzzle that one out.

"That's hardly surprising; the one thing she did tell me is that was her thought form version."

Dean coughed, "you mean I've been kissing a thought form."

Sam nodded with a grin at the pained look on Dean's face.

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They arrived at the first spot that had been marked and Sam buried the pouch as Dean kept watch. Everything went smoothly.

"Where to now?" Dean asked, as they got back in the car.

"Straight through town to the limits," he replied.

"What's she doing East/West then South/North?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, then same again on the other roads around," Sam replied.

"Figures, where's the last."

"North-east."

"Well I think that's when the trouble will begin." Sam looked quizzically at Dean, "we're using witchcraft to fight witchcraft. If I remember rightly Rebecca has used it before, but usually the circle is cast staring in the east round clockwise to the north. She must be trying to confuse the spirits hence the backwards and forwards, but each time we place a pouch they're gonna start to work it out."

"So when we get to do the last they'll be waiting?"

Dean raised his eyebrows, "yep little brother, that's when the fun begins."

"Surprised that you'd condone witchcraft, Dad wouldn't."

"You'd be surprised," Dean replied grinning at his brother. "A wise woman once told me it's not the method but the intent that is important, hence good and bad witches. The intent here is to protect the living from evil, not to harm anything."

"So are you saying that Dad knew about this person?"

"Rebecca was the person. If she came to help she always tried a non-lethal method first, she's not keen on knives and guns. She advocates choosing the best method from any faith, creed or tenant, including witchcraft. Dad learnt some of the symbols from her and accepted her use of witchcraft."

"So the kiss did jog your memory."

Dean smiled, "seems so."

As they criss-crossed the town burying the pouches they noticed that each time they came back to the centre there were more spirits there.

Heading for the last location on the circle they could see several spirits where they needed to go.

"Ok you grab the pouch, I'll keep 'em busy," Dean instructed as he stopped the car.

They jumped out and as Sam ran to the marked site Dean fire the shotgun at two of the spirits. Sam quickly got the pouch buried as two spirits approached. As the circle was completed the spirits flickered.

"Sam move your ass, we've got to get out of here fast," shouted Dean. They turned and ran for the car.

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T.B.C.

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