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Chapter 7

Sam blinked opened his eyes. He forced himself to focus, he was still in the gift shop. He slowly rose to his feet, holding his hand to his head. He felt dried blood that cracked along his face. A moan came from the corner of the room. Michelle rolled over on her side. Suddenly she saw Sam coming at her with a security rope stand.

She shielded her head with her hands. " Wait! Don't hurt me. What's going on? Who are…"

"Where is my brother!" Sam said in an livid voice. He had a firm grip on the security stand, ready to swing.

"Please..I don't know. I don't know what's going on."

She curled up, putting her head between her knees. She started to shake uncontrollably, tears running down her cheeks. Sam slowly loosened his grip on the stand and lowered it.

" So you really don't know anything?"

She looked up at Sam. " No, I just remember Carlos getting shot and then I guess I fainted."

"Well that actually happened three weeks ago."

Michelle shot him a confused look. "Three weeks ago? I have been in this house for three weeks because I don't remember leaving."

"That's because you were possessed by a spirit."

"Possessed…. what are you talking about?"

"I'll explain it more later but we have to go now."

Sam held out his hand in attempt to help her up off the floor. She accepted the help and took his hand.

"My name is Sam."

"I'm Michelle." She then noticed the wound on Sam's head.

"Are you okay? Your bleeding."

"I'll be alright, but we have to go find my brother, Dean."

Michelle linked her arm with Sam's as they walked out into the hall. Sam looked back to take another look at the picture in the gift shop. The gun was gone.

"C'mon we have to hurry."

It was starting get cold. A chill ran down Sam's spine. They had to find Dean before it was to late.

"Dean?….Dean were are you?" Sam whispered.

Sam suddenly heard a faint voice in the distance.

"What was that?" Michelle whispered.

"You heard it too?"

"Of course I heard it!" Michelle said, raising her tone a little.

"Shhh!" Sam said waving up his hand to quiet her.

Sam crept into the foyer while trying to avoid stepping on the creaky floorboards. Michelle was behind him, clinging tightly to his arm. They both came to a room where candles were lit around a table. The table had a symbol drawn in the middle of it. Sam recognized the symbol from their dad's journal.

"It's a symbol for sacrifice…..its an altar I think." Sam said taking a deep breath.

"Sacrifice?" Michelle said.

Sam looked at a small wooden box next to the symbol. He lifted the lid and took out a sterling silver bracelet with a diamond encrusted heart on the end of the chain.

"That's my bracelet, Carlos gave it two me for our 1 year anniversary." Michelle said as she took the bracelet from Sam's hand She looked at it carefully, tears forming in her eyes

Sam put his hand back in the box. He took out a MSJHS Warriors football pin and small bronze charm on a black string.

"That's Carlos' football pin." Michelle pointed out.

"This is Dean's necklace." Sam said while untangling the string.

Sam rummaged his hand through the box one last time. He took out to what he thought was a piece of paper. He looked at it, his mouth dropping in disbelief as he shook his head.

"What is it?" Michelle asked.

Sam stared at the photo, containing Jessica and himself. He had usually kept it in his wallet.

"The past." Sam said quickly putting the photo into his pocket.

"Why don't you tell her the truth Sam."

Sam and Michelle spun around. Dean was standing in the door way, cleaning his gun that his father had given him with a blue cloth. He then put it back in his pocket.

"Dean are you okay?"

"Tell her the truth Samuel…tell her what really happened to your precious Jessica." Dean said with a smirk.

Sam noticed that Dean wasn't acting himself. His skin was slightly pale and his eyes seemed black. If anything it wasn't his brother.

Sam thought for a moment, "D-did you just call me Samuel?"

Dean looked up at him and gave him a counterfeit smile.

"Oh alright you caught me. So I'm not your cocky ass brother, who would want to be?"

"William!"

Sam turned his head to the left corner of the room. A ghost of an old woman was standing there with a grimacing look on her face, it almost seemed that the look was permanent. Her hair was a dark gray and she wore a high-waist dress from the 1800's.

"That's enough William, we wouldn't want to scare the poor children."

"Lady I'm already there." Michelle said with fear in her eyes. She gripped Sam's forearm again. Sam stood in front of her.

"What's going on….what do you do to Dean?" Sam said with an infuriated tone.

"Oh don't worry he's fine, but I have never been in a more uncomfortable body. Tell your brother to cut down on the junk food, kids today I swear."

A spirit emerged himself from Dean's body. Dean sank to the floor, his eyes closed. A tall man in a black suit with glasses was now standing over him.

"Dean!" Sam cried out as he rushed over to aid his brother. Sam saw Dean's gun rise out of his pocket and pointed right at him. He stopped in fear.

"And just what do you think your doing young man?" William said in a domineering tone.

William levitated the gun towards himself. "Looks like your brother took good care of my gun."

"Why are you doing this?" Michelle screamed, tears began to stream down her face.

"Now now sweetie, calm down." Sarah said.

Michelle grabbed chair and threw it against the more recent gun case. She grabbed one with a knife on the end of it and held it up with her trembling hands.

"Now what are you going to do with that?" William said.

The gun flew out of her hands and the knife was now held up to her throat. William walked over to Michelle and pressed the gun closer to her neck. She shrieked in pain.

"No not yet William, we have to wait until the moon is clearly visible. I just can't wait to have my Annie back."

Annie…that name sounds so familiar. Sam thought.

"Your daughter?" Sam questioned. He noticed the salt gun and two rounds of rock salt on the table behind a vase. He slowly inched his way over to the table, trying to make conversation with the ghosts so they wouldn't notice.

"Yes, its such a hassle that we have to sacrifice four human forms just to have our Annie back. You see, Annie died when she was just a baby. She's not with us now because she has been separated from us. She was able to move on to the afterlife, we could not." Sarah said.

"Yeah unfinished business can be a bitch." William huffed.

Sarah moved closer to the altar. " But now that we have the remaining three sacrifices we will be making the quota of ghosts in the house. By making that quota we can choose any ghost from the afterlife to come stay with us, and we will finally see her once again."

Sam was now at the table. He put his arm out behind the vase in order to grab the gun, but when he grabbed it he accidently knocked over the vase, causing it to shatter with a loud crash.

Startled, William and Sarah both looked in Sam's direction. He was loading the salt gun when William whipped the gun that was held at Michelle's throat over to Sam. He dropped the salt gun onto the floor, it had slid over next to Dean's unconscious body. Michelle screamed as she saw Sam dropped to his knees, holding his throat. Blood began to run down his neck, soaking his shirt.

"Hey!"

Willam and Sarah turned around.

"Surprise ass-holes." Dean said as he shot two rounds of rock salt in the direction of the opaque figures. The salt would temporarily repel them for now.

Dean ran over to Sam, who was gasping for air. His shirt was now soaked with blood and he couldn't talk.

This is just like my nightmare….I have to save Dean. Sam thought.

Dean tried to pull Sam's hand away from his throat as blood spewed onto the carpet. Sam tried to say something . Dean ignored him the first time, he was trying to stop the bleeding by ripping a piece of his T-shirt and holding it around Sam's throat.

"What is it Sammy?" Dean said, trying to suppress his tears.

Sam raised his trembling hand, pointing behind Dean. Dean turned around. A rifle with a knife attached to the end of it came flying towards him. Michelle saw the knife coming at Dean. She ran over and pushed him out of the way, causing the knife to penetrate her through her chest.

Dean lifted himself off the floor turning to see what had happened. He saw Michelle with the rifle sticking out of her chest. He ran over and pulled it out. He shook her a couple of times, trying to get her to open her eyes, but it was too late. She was gone.

" She died trying to save me." Dean sighed.

Suddenly he heard a gun barrel being loaded and cocked. A shot rang out , a bullet pierced Dean in his right arm. He screamed out in pain.

I got to get Sam out of here……we have to get out of here. Dean thought.