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Chapter Four

The knife came closer, biting into Dean's pale flesh. Stars burst into his eyes and pain erupted everywhere. He held in a scream, biting his lip until a steady flow of blood trickled down his chin.

"You lied to me Dean!" A voice yelled, and then it all stopped as he plunged into darkness.

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Sam made his way slowly through the long grass, ever nearing the building. Praying Dean was ok he fingered the rifle in his hands.

The door was well oiled, almost making no noise when he slid it open and crept into the room.

Keeping a sharp eye he made his way systematically along the hallways, checking the doors, always hoping to see Dean's face grinning back to him, fearing finding a lifeless body.

Still finding nothing was worse. It reminded him that there something had Dean and his brother was still hurt. For all he knew his protector was being tortured to death at this very second and what was he doing? Standing in empty warehouse without any real reason to be there. Sighing he turned and made his way out of the room, ignoring all the noises that started as he moved towards the door.

He never heard the moan. He never heard the sound of a knife cutting through rope, through flesh. The only thing that would have snapped him to reality would be a scream.

But pride kept one from coming.

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The figure cringed when the man paused at the door, double checking the room, as though he knew his brother was here.

It turned back to the body on the floor below it. Blood pouring from the wounds around its wrists and face.

"You lied." It whispered to the being. "But don't worry, I can't kill you here, they know."

The figure trembled slightly.

"I'll take you somewhere so far away they won't find you until it's too late." The figure smiled. Lifting the now limp body into its arms and vanishing, sending and glare to the eleven men who waited behind her.

She smiled. Remember each time she had met them.

She let Dean dote upon her. Let him take her to dinner. She smiled as he kissed her forehead.

He made it clear it was to be a one night stand, but she didn't mind. She was just searching for the truth. Because she was sick of being lied to. Sick of people concealing facts, she hated the newspapers for lying to the public, hated men who cheated on their wives and denied it every day.

Liars would die.

"What's up?" He asked, sensing her anger and sadness.

"Dean…" She whispered, coming closer. "Promise me one thing?" She asked.

He nodded slightly, "what is it?"

"Answer this with the truth?"

Once again he nodded, bewildered and slightly drunk.

"What is it that you and your father do? Why are you here?"

"We hunt ghosts." He said, smiling slightly, his voice slurred by the influence of beer.

Her eyes narrowed, this was disgraceful, even the liars usually tried to hide it, but hunting ghosts? She was insulted, the next time she saw him she'd take him away, save the world from his evil, from his lies.

She dropped the body to the ground unceremoniously. "Don't worry baby, your brother can join you…then he can see your evil gone from the world…" She paused, bending down to check the body's pulse.

She shrugged. "Guess he's too late."

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