The two brothers trudged up the rickety stairs which led to an old door that creaked when Dean slowly pushed it open. The attic of the hospital was dusty and dark with long lengths of timber criss-crossing beneath the ceiling, still sturdy after so many years. The room was empty save for a young woman with wild hair kneeling in the corner. Dean and Sam exchanged looks- was she the ghost?
"Umm, ma'am?" Dean questioned the still figure, rigid with her back to the boys. Dean lifted his shotgun and paced several steps forward. "Could you turn around ma'am? I just wanna see if you're a ghost," Dean muttered as he quickly placed his hand on the woman's shoulder.
"Ahh," Dean yelled in surprise as he lost his balance and fell backwards, the shotgun going off with a loud thunder that shook the rafters. The woman had turned her head with startling speed to stare at Dean with wild eyes, and a face all but burnt off. Her features dripped from the bone as if made of wax that had been molded cruelly.
"Dean," Sam called as he ran to Dean's side, quickly helping him to his feet. The ghost now stood in front of the two boys, staring, her arms straight at her sides.
"You shouldn't have come here," she whispered scathingly.
"Well we can't just let you kill people, can we?" Dean smirked. "We wouldn't be fulfilling our civil duty."
"Too bad. And now you'll have to die," the ghost replied as she turned to stare out the window at the moonless night.
"You see I have a bit of a problem with that. I don't really feel like dying today, how bout you Sammy?" Dean mocked as he turned smiling towards his brother.
"No, can't say that's on the top of my list of things to do today," Sam replied smartly.
"Good, well we're decided. So I guess that means that you'll just have to die," Dean growled as he brought the shotgun up and fired.
The shell left a large hole in the stomach of the ghost but still she stood and now faintly smiled.
"Yah, well I didn't really expect that to work," Dean mumbled.
"Now, it's my turn!" she screamed and with a wave of her arm the whole room was on fire. The flames leapt all around Dean and Sam as they frantically searched for a way out.
"Well this sucks!" Sam shouted as he repeatedly fought back flames with his coat.
"Yeah, thanks for the update!" Dean infuriatingly grunted, while slapping at his sleeve that had momentarily caught fire.
"Look, the only way we're gonna get out is the fire escape," Sam yelled pointing across the room to the ladder descending from the window behind the flaming, cackling ghost.
"Yeah okay, but first we gotta get past that psycho," Dean agreed looking with some trepidation at the fire baring their path.
"We're gonna have to make a run for it, or we'll be stuck," Sam said as he tensed, readying himself to dash through the flames.
"Alright on 3, 1…2…3! Go!" Dean screamed as he sprinted after Sam towards the window and their escape. Just as they reached the window, the ghost realizing that they were about to escape, reached to grab Sam in her fiery embrace.
"Don't touch my brother, bitch!" Dean roared as he flung himself into the ghost, at the same time as he pushed Sam through the window to safety. Sam hurtled feet first through the window and landed harshly on the platform of the fire escape. Crying out in pain from what was most certainly a broken leg, Sam turned just in time to see the ghost throw his brother with an explosion of fire, headfirst out the window and plummet to the ground.
"NOOO! DEAN! Sam screamed as tears from pain both physical and emotional streamed down his cheeks.
Dean's body lay sprawled on the ground at an ungodly angle…. there was no way he could be alive.
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