2 weeks later – somewhere in the middle of nowhere… far from Lawrence…..

Sam waited. His brother just sat there. "Dean? Some zombie just attacks your brain or something?" Dean looked at him.

"No, I was just thinking – "

"About what? This job?" Sam asked, but he knew better.

"Yeah this job" dean replied. Liar. He berated himself. Sam nodded. He was thinking about Emma, a call had come through from the hospital – Emma had had a relapse from her broken ribs that had punctured an organ, and was now in a coma.

"Dean, if we had nothing to do we could of gone back to the hospital to see her –"Dean looked at him.

"Not much good since she is in a coma, besides, if she knew we were there she would absolutely go nuts at it, for worrying over her"

"Dean are you ever going to tell her how you feel? I mean this was an issue before but now –"Sam shrugged.

"What are you mother hen giving advice? I'm not putting myself out there to be trampled on"

"If you don't risk it, you'll never know"

"well as I said before Dr Ruth – she's in a coma, fat chance of that helping me any, now lets do this job and get it over with" Dean said bringing the Impala to life.

"Alright – then we'll call the hospital and see if there's any change" Sam agreed.

"Fine Father Moses"

"You know being sarcastic and changing my character every 5 minutes isn't helping any" dean turned to him and smiled.

"Well it's either that or –"A massive bump. The impala had run over something. Dean slammed the brakes and put the handbrake on. They both got out to check out what they had "run over".

Dean took his gun out, while Sam carried the torch and lit the "bump" – it was a body. Dean tapped it with his foot to make sure it was dead.

"What you don't think that after what happened to it and being run over by the car – it would be dead?" Sam asked.

"Supernatural things have multiple lives Sammy" was all that Dean replied before crouching down and turning the body over. They both grimaced. It happened to be a she. A dead woman. "Crap" dean looked at Sam.

"Any ID on her?"

"No, where are we, close to a town or something?" Sam quickly checked a map.

"Well guessing where we're sitting, there's a cemetery over that way, somewhere in Maryland – Baltimore?" Sam pointed.

"Well we can't leave her here, look at the marks on her body – like something crushed her" Sam knelt down and had a look.

"Crushed to death?"

"Looks like it" dean stood up and grabbed his mobile.

"What are you doing?"

"Calling the cops?" Sam stood up and confronted him.

"Dean you do realise the implications of that, we'd have to use fake id's, they'll have your number and they'll ask questions" dean sighed. Sam was right. He closed his phone. Damn, Sam was right, what was wrong with him?

"Ok so what do we do, bury her, give her a grave and a memorial?" dean asked.

"No, what if she has family that would mourn her loss, - let's move her over to the side of the road and hope that someone from that town sees her"

They moved the body over – far enough so that she wouldn't get run over again. Then getting into the car, they drove into the nearest town.

It was late, so the best they could do was check into a motel then start digging around come morning.

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Settling down in the café booth, they ordered breakfast.

"We're going to have to start asking questions Dean, there was something off about that woman last night"

"Yeah, -"the waitress came over to them. Dean gave her his famous smile. "Morning! We've been hearing rumours of something roaming the cemetery or town?" the waitress's eyes shot wide open.

"The Tale of Black Agnes has been the rumour around here for years" she told them.

"And people have been dying even though they know of the rumour?" Sam asked her.

"Yeah, I guess it's the adrenaline rush that something won't happen to them" she replied then moved off. Sam looked at Dean.

"Well that's stupid, a supernatural myth and no one pays attention to it"

"We have to figure out how to stop it, if we can't stop the people then we have to stop the legend" dean told him, glancing at his phone. Sam caught the move. He was waiting for the call from the hospital. Glancing back up at Sam he continued. "There are various myths to this legend – incest, the statue casting the evil eye over the person standing underneath it, initiations into a gang/college etc" he leant back. "Could be any number of things"

Sam took a sip of his coffee. "Right so how do we stop it?"

Dean spread his hands. "Don't know Sammy"

"You know Sammy was a 12 year old geeky kid, I'm Sam now" he sighed. Dean smiled at him.

"Sorry Sam, Sammy, out of habit, so we going to the library? And look up that statue of Aggie if I remember correctly – some general or something is buried underneath her" he asked. Sam nodded. He didn't mind being called Sammy – sometimes but not all the time.

"The general was damned, yeah I remember that legend from my college days" Sam joined in. munching on his breakfast. "But I don't remember seeing anything that will stop the myth from happening"

Dean sighed. "Well, let's go dig around and see" they paid the check and went around to the library.

Sam went into the mythical isle and started looking through the books. "Bingo" he raced over to Dean.

"So what's new boy scout" dean asked.

"Amusing – read this" Sam plonked the book in front of him. "You're not feeling well?" he asked. Dean glanced at him.

"Haven't been sleeping well" he read the page that Sam had pointed out to him.

"The legend of Black Agnes is peculiar to Baltimore, Maryland, and it sprang up around a sculpture that started out as a grave marker in Loudon Park Cemetery. The evocative statue of a seated, mournful figure of indeterminate gender was christened Black Aggie, and fraternity/sorority initiations sprang up around it. In an effort to thwart those rituals, Black Aggie was moved to Druid Hill Park.

In 1967 the statue was dispatched to the Smithsonian Institution. She now resides at the federal courts building in Washington, D.C.
The statue did once mark a final resting place in Baltimore. The person buried under Aggie was Felix Agnes (1839-1925), a Union Civil War general. Kids were determined to believe Aggie was the representation of the person in the grave, and further that the dead person had died a heartbroken woman, hence her need to wreak vengeance from the other side. Aggie's eyes were said to burn bright red at midnight, permanently blinding anyone foolish enough to look into them. Lying in her arms was said to be fatal"

"Ok, but if the statue has been moved to Washington, then what is in the cemetery for it to still continue?" Dean asked.

"Lets check it out" Sam suggested. Closing the book, they got up and left the library making their way to the cemetery.

"Well if there's no legend happening here, I'd say we'd have some sick puppy wannabe Black Agnes who's doing all this" Dean commented.

"Could be, if it is, we'll stop them" they reached the place where the statue had been, and oddly enough from memory – the statue that they saw was the same one that had been relocated.

Walking around in front of it, they studied it; Sam ran his hand over it. "It's not cold"

"What do you mean it's not cold, it should be, and it's a cold day" dean told him.

"No I meant it's not cold as in the stuff that they use for statues, this is a replica, a damn good one but a replica" Sam replied.

"It's a damn good one" dean repeated. Sam leant against the statue. "Dude" dean told him. "I don't need anything killing your butt, so lean off that statue now" Sam smiled and stood up away from it.

"So if this is plastic – someone is behind it –"

"Or – the spirit doesn't care which statue she lives in – metal or otherwise" dean continued.

"This will be a first, a spirit that isn't picky, so what do we do"

"Wait till dark, grab what we need from the trunk and kill it"

"Wham bam thankyou maam" Sam murmured. Dean looked at him.

"I didn't hear you say that"

"Well that does apply to you in most cases dude" Sam answered and walked off back to the impala.

"Name one thing" dean asked following him.

"What we do"

"Well what do you expect? To break out a conversation with the bitches we kill or maybe have a counselling session?"

"all i'm saying dean, is I don't mind that phrase applying to the jobs we do, but when it comes to you, the real you – I hoped you'd be different" they reached the car.

"I can afford to be me when we're off a job or with –"he broke off and looked away. Sam looked at him.

"Say it"

"With her" Sam looked down then back at him.

"Call the hospital now and see how she is, then we can do this job and move on" Sam advised him. Dean hesitated. "Dean!" his brother looked at him. "No regrets just do it"

Dean took out his phone and dialled the hospital number.

"Lawrence main"

"Hi there, I'm calling about my sister – Emma Winchester, she was submitted a few weeks ago and want to know how she's doing"

"Hold on a second, I'll put you through to her doctor" hold music beeped through his phone. He watched Sam get stuff from the trunk while he waited.

"Mr Winchester, this is Emma's doctor – you're calling to see how she is?"

"Yeah, is she still – "

"in a coma, no – by some miracle she pulled through, she's now sleeping soundly, we expect her wake up any minute, can I give her a message?"

"Yeah, tell her that Sam and dean send their love"

"Will do, thankyou for calling"

"Bye" he hung up and turned to Sam. "She's out of the coma" Sam broke into a smile.

"That's great! So she's getting better"

"Yup, that's what he said" dean replied walking around to the trunk of the car. "Once we finish here, we'll head back to Lawrence"

"Okay" Sam agreed. He wanted to see Emma too.

They found out it was indeed a demon that had found a home in the statue, so they did the only two things feasible. They broke the statue and used rock salt to destroy the demon.

"Well that's that until some intelligent dude decides to put yet another statue here" dean announced.

"Yea, hopefully we wont be around to see it, as far as cemeteries go, I don't like this one" sam replied.

"I agree, no homey feel to it at all"

they went back to the car and got back out on to the highway. Dean's phone beeped. He looked at it.

"SMS, from dad" he read it. "crap"

"what, what does it say?"

"co ordinates, looks like we wont be heading back to Lawrence" dean slammed the wheel of the car.

"we could just say no"

"and while we indulge ourselves in Emma's charms, some one might die, she'll never forgive us for it sam"

"No I guess not, ok I guess Lawrence will have to wait"

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……………. Hope you enjoyed that one.

More to come!