Chapter 15:

The front door was finally in view through the moonlight. "We're almost there Dean." He said to his brother. Dean didn't respond, and Sam didn't fail to notice how much more his brother was leaning on him, or how quiet he had become. "Dean, you with me?"

"Yeah." It was a whisper.

"Okay Dean, I'm gonna lean you on the wall here so I can get the door open, okay."

Dean simply nodded. Sam lowered him gently to the floor and watched with concern as Dean simply slumped back, eyes closed. Standing straight Sam took a deep breath, pushing back his own pain and dizziness. As he went to the door he glanced out the front window scanning for his Dad. His eyes widened in surprise when he didn't see him. "Oh God, please tell me he didn't somehow slip past us and come back in here too." He said to himself. 'No, he wouldn't do that again.' Sam smiled. He's gonna burn the bones. Thank you Dad.

"Going somewhere?"

Sam spun around to face Mr. Wells, the smile still on his face. "Yeah, and so are you." He said sarcastically.

Mr. Wells shook his head. "You boys still haven't learned the lesson of respect."

"No." A voice from Sam's side spoke up. "We know respect all right. And that man we respect is gonna burn your ass." Dean said. Dean slowly pushed himself off the wall and stood next to his brother.

"I'm growing tired of you boys." Mr. Wells said and started to raise his hand. Dean immediately jumped in front of Sam, pushing his little brother up against the front door safely behind him. Sam was about to argue what his brother had just done, but didn't get the chance. Instead he watched as Dean was sent flying across the room and bounced into a chest of drawers, landing with a thud.

"Dean!" Sam screamed and started to run to him, only to find himself pinned to the spot and Mr. Wells coming toward him.

"Well, I think that will be the last of him. Now for you young man." Mr. Wells smiled as he walked towards Sam, and smiled even bigger as he placed his hands around Sam's throat and squeezed.

'What is it with ghosts and my neck?' Sam thought as he gasped for air.

After finally finding the grave of Mr. Wells, John began frantically digging. He pushed all thoughts aside, all pain aside, and concentrated only on moving his arms as fast as they could go. He kept a constant alertness about him, waiting for the ghost to show up any moment to stop him. However, his instinct told him that his boys were probably keeping him busy. But instead of that thought slowing him down, it gave him hope and pushed him faster. If the ghost wasn't here to stop him, then that meant his boys were still alive.

After what felt like an eternity his shovel finally hit something hard. Falling to his knees he swept the dirt around until he saw the coffin. He smiled. A good old fashioned wooden, easy to break coffin. He lucked out. Coffins nowadays were definitely getting harder and harder to bust open with a shovel. He picked up his shovel and with a little muscle and one swift smack, he cracked it open, sending wood splintering. He cringed slightly at the sight of the skeleton that lay beneath. Then a smile spread across his face, "Goodbye you bastard." He said in a deep, menacing voice.

John climbed his way out of the grave and grabbed the can of salt, pouring it over the skeleton liberally. He then added a little lighter fluid and withdrew the matches. "Burn in hell, literally." He said and struck the first match. Just as he went to drop it though, he felt the chill surround his body and then something hard struck the back of his legs causing him to fall over. "Son of a bitch!" He screamed. He looked up to see Mr. Wells standing behind him, holding a rather large and thick stick.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Mr. Wells said.

John smiled and withdrew his hand quickly, spraying the ghosts with salt. "You fucked with my boys. Nobody fucks with my boys." He said as the ghost hissed. Without wasting time he grabbed his matches and struck another one, throwing it quickly into the grave. He watched in pleasure as the fire started to burn and smiled widely when he heard the ghost screaming in agony. "Rot in hell." He said as Mr. Wells faded away once and for all.

Leaving the fire to burn completely John headed back towards the house as fast as his injured legs would carry him. "I'm coming boys."

-TBC-

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