Rain

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Summary: Kittatinny Ridge has been quiet for almost 130 years, after a devastating murder of over 14 travelers but a crazy innkeeper. But he has come back, and this time it is deeper than just a rogue spirit. Can Sam and Dean figure out what is going on?

A/n: I once again apologize. Between work and school, I've had no time whatsoever. I apologize again.

Set After: Shadow

Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to… the WB… CW… whatever it goes by now… but I am putting my own spin on the ghost story.

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"Temper, Temper"

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Dean gently placed his brother in the back of the Impala, for some reason having no problems fitting his brother's tall frame into the cramped Impala. It was almost as if Sam was helping him in a way.

For what felt like the longest time, he looked at Sam curled up in the backseat. If Dean wasn't quite sure if he was in the right state of mind, he could have sworn that Sam was shivering.

"Sammy…" he said, eyes locked on his brother. He shook him slightly, for once noticing that his skin was pretty cold.

He got no response out of his brother. "Sam…" he said again, shakinghim a bit harder.

Once again. Nothing.

Damn it.

Dean closed his eyes for a few seconds, trying to think though what he should do.

Slowly, he backed away, closing the door to the Impala lightly. Sighing he got into the driver's seat. He took another glance back at Sam. There was still no change. This could only be bad.

"So this is Sammy?" the voice asked, finally deciding to resurface.

"Shut up…" Dean said, not wanting to put up with this anymore. Why were they here anyways?

He pulled the seat belt on, and put the car into gear, slowly beginning to move. He looked in his rear view mirror.

Nothing.

He sighed as everything became silent except for the slight purr of the engine.

And then it started to rain.

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Dean pulled into the parking lot of a small Scottish Inn, the vacancy sign was flickering on and off as the wind began to pick up.

He parked the car in a spot and actually turned back to look at Sam. Sure he had been checking every now and then in the rearview mirror, but he'd just get his with a new fresh pang of worry every time.

He sighed and closed the door, locking it. Sam should be good for a few seconds.

He walked quickly into the small room that must have been a lobby. It didn't really even look like anything to differentiate it from any other room. There was a small desk, but it didn't look like it could possibly be for the hotel.

It was empty.

"Hello?" Dean called. His words echoed back.

"Are you sure its safe to leave him out there?"

Dean ignored the voice.

"Hello?" he shouted a little louder.

"I'ma comin'!" a response finally came along with a little old man. He had to be at least ninety, by Dean's guess, as he came hobbling in, clinging onto his cane for what seemed like dear life.

He sat down at the little desk and looked up at Dean. "How can I be helpin' ya?" His accent was thick, but what exactly it was, he couldn't place.

"Pennsylvania Dutch…"

"What?" Dean asked.

"How can I be helping ya?" the man asked again, obviously thinking Dean had been talking to him.

"His accent is Pennsylvania Dutch…" Okay. This voice was really beginning to creep him out. Now it was reading his mind.

Dean just rolled his eyes. "I was wondering if you have any rooms open…" he said.

"What?" the man asked.

"Do… you… have… any… rooms… open?" Dean asked, speaking slowly. He didn't want to have to put with this right now.

"Yep…" the man said. "You'll be needin' one bed then…" he said, as he began writing.

"Two…" Dean corrected immediately.

"Two, what for?" the man asked.

Dean was getting a little agitated as he looked out at the locked Impala where Sam was. "I just do…" he said angrily.

"No need tah get testy…" the man said, pulling the glasses from around his neck and fixing them on his eyes. If it wasn't that Dean just wanted to get into the hotel room and figure out what the hell was wrong with his brother, he would have laughed. The glasses made his eyes seem triple the size they actually were.

"So yulh be needin' two beds, one room… for how long?"

"A couple days, I don't know…" Dean snapped.

"Temper!"

Gah! He ran a hand through his hair. This wasn't worth the headache!

"Alrighty then…" the man said, writing down some more things that Dean couldn't make heads or tails of. "Will ya be pahyin' now o' later?" he asked, looking up at Dean.

"Later…"

"Okay, okay. Just for ya knowin', it'll be forhty-five bucks a nigh…"

"Fine!" Dean said, doing his best to keep himself from strangling the man. He took a deep breath.

The man dug around under the desk until he surfaced with a key. "Ah, here we go…" he said, handing Dean the key with a smile. "Enjoy ya stay…" he said.

"Oh I will…" Dean said, taking the key and almost running out into the rain.

He immediately looked in the back of the Impala, getting soaked, but didn't really seem to care when relief rushed over him as Sam seemed to be at least a bit more relaxed in the back of the Impala. It looked like he was sleeping.

At least he was still there.

He turned they key in the lock on the door and opened it. "Sammy… come on…" he said, trying once again to wake him, but still not getting any response from his little brother.

Needless to say, getting Sam out of the back seat was quite a bit harder than getting him into it, but Dean managed and lightly put Sam over his shoulder in a fireman's carry before getting under the cover from the rain.

He pulled the key out of the pocket. Room 9. How wonderful.

He quickly made it all the way to the end of the row of rooms and unlocked the door. He walked in out from the dampness of the outside air, right inside, where it could easily be just as damp and miserable.

He turned the light on with his elbow.

As the lights turned on the room wasn't as horrible as he expected it to be. It had two beds and a television set, and what looked like a small door leading to a bathroom.

But it was cramped.

He set Sam down on the nearest bed. He hadn't gotten to wet in his run from the car. Dean peeled his jacket off, and set it down on the edge of the other bed.

His eyes didn't move from Sam. There was something up with this.

"Yeah, I agree!"

"Who the hell are you?" Dean snapped. This voice was really getting the better of him.

But this time, Dean didn't get a response back. God, he was turning schizophrenic. Hearing voices was never good. Ever.

He slowly walked over to the door and locked it. After making sure that both locks were secure, he closed the curtains on the small window. A heavy sigh escaped him as his eyes once again landed on Sam.

Somehow, the kid could still make him worry. As much as he knew that Sam hated it, a lot of times Dean did feel sorta fatherly towards him. He forced a chuckle and shook his head as he turned out most of the lights and headed over towards the small bathroom.

He took one last glance at Sam, who still hadn't really moved much at all before closing the door, pushing the nagging worrisome feeling to the back of his head.

He quickly stripped out of the damp clothes and turned on the water for the shower.

"Well thank god for small favors…" he said to himself as he ran his hand under the hot water.

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The shower felt amazing. It was warm, and in a lot of ways relaxing. Yet Dean still couldn't get the nagging worry out of the back of his mind. He shook it off and grabbed one of the towels. He ran it through his hair a few times to get the excess water out of it before wrapping it around himself.

He opened the door, letting the steam escape from the room. He took a deep breath of the cooler air and his eyes immediately traveled to where Sam was. Or where Sam was supposed to be.

He felt himself tense up when he noticed that Sam wasn't there.

"Damn it…" he snapped before he spotted Sam curled up under the covers of the bed furthest from the door.

He sighed in relief.

"Sure, so whenever I'm not around you actually decide to move," he said with a small chuckle.

Upon closer inspection of his little brother, Dean realized that he was fast asleep.

The small nagging worry seemed to dissipate slightly, but not by much.

He slowly headed back over to the bathroom and slipped his boxers back on.

With one last glance at Sam, just to double check he was fine, he outturned the bathroom lights and headed towards the other bed, crawling into it.

When Sam got his ass up he had a lot of explaining to do.

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A/n: I hope you liked it. Hopefully it wont be quite so long. I had to literally force myself to write this.

I apologize for Dean being so horrendously out of character. I'll make up for it, I promise!

Thank yous to my reviewers: pizzapixie, ashlyns, pmsdevil01, WinchestersGirl, rozzy07.