Disclaimer: I do not have any links to the creators or writers of Supernatural, therefore only new characters and situations are mine.
A/N: Unlike the shows writers this story is not related to a story that can be researched, pure figment of a warped mind.
A/N: As I promised last chapter for New Year's Day I am updating now, how you enjoy and review.
Supernatural – Ghost Town
Chapter 4 – Memories
As Dean drove to the last location that Rebecca had told them to go to he seemed to lose control of the car.
Sam turned to him in amazement, "hey dude what you trying to do, get us killed."
"The frigging things got a mind of its own," Dean replied through gritted teeth as he wrestled with the steering wheel. They had half a mile to go and just fifteen minutes to get this last pouch in place and out of town, before it would be dark. Rebecca had warned them, that they couldn't stay in town over night no matter what.
As the car veered towards the edge of the road again Dean looked in the rear mirror, behind them seemed to be several cars and trucks constantly trying to run them off the road. He looked at Sam, "turn the tape over." Sam looked at him confused, "just turn the frigging tape over."
Sam did as he was told and Dean floored the pedal, Sam looked at him again. Dean glanced over, "what?"
"You have some serious issues dude," Sam replied.
"It helps me relax and concentrate," Dean replied with a confused look.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Sam replied with a smirk.
They arrived back in town to find the area they needed to get surrounded by the spirits.
"Looks like its show time," Dean turned to Sam as they grabbed a pouch each and a shotgun.
"How we going to do this?" Sam asked earnestly.
"Well," said Dean raising his eyebrows. "We've two choices hit them straight on together or try splitting them. Me, I'm with the head on approach. That way we'll be able to back each other up."
"Ok, let's do it."
They jumped out of the car and ran into the thick of where they wanted to get to, blasting the spirits on the way. Sam got to the point they'd earmarked first and started to dig a hole, several spirits tried to get him away but Dean kept them at bay. As soon as the first pouch had been buried Dean handed Sam the other pouch and he buried that.
"Time to get out of here," Dean yelled as they ran back to the car. He tried to start the car, but it stalled.
Sam looked at him, "Dean we need to get out of here, stop messing."
Dean looked at him, "I know," he replied as he tried again to no avail. He put the tape on and tried again, the car fired and he floored the pedal. "Seems you're not the only one to dislike Metallica," he grinned.
They got out of the town limits as the last rays of the sun disappeared.
"Now what?" Sam asked.
"I don't know about you, but I could do with a beer and some sleep," Dean replied. "Let's find a motel and come back in the morning, see if we can find Rebecca."
"You don't sound very hopeful."
"There was something final in that kiss," Dean was puzzled and he ran his fingers through his hair.
Sam knew that the action meant Dean was bothered, "so what's the problem."
"I don't know yet," seeing the sceptical look on Sam's face, "I'll let you know when I do."
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After grabbing a bite to eat they booked into a small Motel. Whilst getting settled Dean turned to Sam, "I checked out that town, seems it's cursed by some old residents."
"Yeah, I know, Rebecca told me," Sam replied as he looked at the information on the lap top over his brother's shoulder.
"So her story's true, but what did you find out about her?"
"Not much," Sam replied. "She worked with Dad and us sometime ago and it will come back to us."
"And that's it?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah."
"Man, you really do need to work on your interview techniques," Dean sighed. "I bet she learned more from you." Dean looked at his brother. "You were alone with her for half an hour."
"She wanted to talk about other things," Sam protested.
Dean grabbed the journal. "Well she must be in here," he replied, leafing through the pages.
After a few minutes he stopped. "She said Dad called her by several names, right?"
"Right."
"Ok, so here we've got the Witch Queen of New Orleans turned up today," Dean pointed out the entry to Sam, "I'd have been ten; then here RM to the rescue again, I was twelve; there's about twelve entries between when I was ten and seventeen; then nothing."
"What happened on the last?"
"He says this needs a two pronged attack, sent Dean with Becka into the mountains." Dean looked at his brother, "I don't remember that one, but it seems we got snowed in. Afterwards she told him to keep his family safe as she wouldn't be around for a while."
"That explains the animosity between you, so what did you do?" Sam accused.
Dean looked puzzled, "why do you think I did something?"
"Aside from teenage hormones, because a dozen times in seven years then she disappears until today. She didn't seem pleased to see you."
Dean looked uncomfortable, "what do you mean teenage hormones? We were on a job."
"That doesn't normally stop you, plus cut off by the snow. Does it say for how long?"
"Five days." Dean looked at his brother with a pained expression. "I wouldn't. I mean she's old."
"Dean you were seventeen, I know guys who were bedding their friend's mothers at that age. Let's face it you have problems keeping it in your trousers at the best of times," Sam responded grinning.
"But I wouldn't. Not with her," Dean was still uncomfortable with the idea.
"It would explain some things," Sam laughed. "Anyway we're talking ten years ago, she's probably changed."
"But what would she be, eighteen, twenty years older," Dean still looked upset.
"Why don't you sleep on it?" Sam laughed, he hadn't had this much fun at Dean's expense in forever.
Dean was annoyed about the pleasure Sam getting out of his discomfort. "It's not funny," he snapped, closing the laptop and putting the journal away.
"No, it's not funny. It's hilarious," Sam spluttered. "Dean the ladies man upset because he might have slept with an older woman in his past."
Dean still wasn't happy as he pushed past his brother to the bathroom knocking Sam onto the bed. When Dean was in the bathroom he ran some water into the sink and splashed it on his face, 'Becka' that sounded familiar but wasn't right. The names from the journal played in his head, perhaps Sam was right sleep on it.
He returned to where Sam was now in bed and got himself settled.
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As Dean lay on the bed in the morning he heard Sam get up and go out. As soon as the door closed he got up to check the journal again. There it was, the last mission Becky had been with them, the two pronged attack, he remembered some of the mission. There appeared to be two creatures so Sam and Dad took the lower mountains, while he and Becky went to a cabin higher up. They had found the creature and killed it but it had been late so they stopped in the cabin overnight. When they awoke the snow had been too deep outside to risk leaving, but what else happened.
Dean heard Sam returning so faked being asleep; he didn't want Sam to know how perturbed he was. He needed to talk to Becky to find out what happened.
"Good morning sunshine," Sam called; his hands full with breakfast.
"Do you ever sleep?" Dean replied sleepily.
"Yeah, well I don't think it was me with the nightmares last night," Sam replied. "But talking in your sleep, come on, you kept me awake." Sam grinned, "so who's Becky?"
Dean didn't feel like sharing anything just yet, "hey you keep secrets, she's mine, ok." Dean drank from the coffee Sam had brought in, "so since Rebecca told you what to do next and it's only 5:45, what's next?"
"Thought I'd let you finish your coffee before we drive back to Endee," Sam replied nonchalantly.
Dean was feeling impatient, "so what did she say?"
"That we'd find her in a Porsche 911 on the road into town, but not to leave it too late."
Dean grabbed his jacket and threw the last of his clothes into a bag. "So what are you waiting for?" he barked at Sam.
"Hold on tiger, I thought you didn't like older women," he grinned. "Especially her."
"If the idea was to rescue her, then sitting around won't help," Dean dismissed as he walked out the door.
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Driving down the road as fast as he dare, Dean looked at Sam, "so what's the problem?"
"You remembered something, haven't you?"
"Where did that thought come from?" Dean glanced at him.
Sam was concentrating on the road ahead, the car shouldn't be far now. "There's something different about your attitude this morning."
"Yeah, I just want some answers," Dean replied curtly.
"Over there," Sam pointed to a smashed up car slightly off the road.
Dean pulled the car over quickly and jumped out. "Call 911," he called back to Sam as he rushed over.
When he reached the car he could see there were two occupants both of whom seemed dead. He pulled open the driver's door and tried to check the woman for a pulse, it was faint. Sam had opened the other door and was checking the man, his pulse was stronger.
Sam glanced at Dean, "this one's got a pulse. The ambulance should be here in fifteen minutes. How's she doing?"
"Not good," he replied sadly.
"What about that stuff she told you to carry?" Sam suggested.
Dean fished in his pocket and brought out a little bottle, opening it he smelt, "I don't think the crew will like it if she smells of alcohol."
"She said to dab it on the pulse points, not make her drink it."
"Come on Becky, help me out here," Dean pleaded as he did what Sam had said, but still she didn't seem any better.
The ambulance crews arrived and took Rebecca and the mystery man away.
"So what now, big brother?" Sam asked.
"Finish the job and then check out the hospital," he replied.
"Finish the job?"
"Yeah, find those two witches and salt and burn their bones."
"But I thought it was a curse and we couldn't break a curse."
"The curse is related to the witches, who were buried in the town, if we destroy their bones it'll destroy everything related to them. Besides if they ever dig up one of those roads it'll undo the binding spell." Looking at Sam he added, "and I don't want to have to try and do that again."
They got back into the car and drove towards the town, but the buildings of the day before were now mere shells and dust making it harder for them to discover the graves.
When they had eventually dug up the bodies Dean said, "surprised they didn't burn them back then, usually did with witches," as he threw salt on the bodies. "Serves you right bitch," he mocked as he covered the bodies with lighter fuel. "No more seducing for you," he finished as he lit a torch and threw it on the bones.
"Happy now?" Sam asked as they watched the bodies' burn.
"Nope, I need some answers, let's go find Becky."
"Becky?" Sam queried. "Yesterday it was Rebecca, now you can't stop calling her Becky, so what do you remember?"
"Just her name," he lied.
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T.B.C.
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