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Dean and Sam walked casually into the lighthouse, they still had the key, so they could come and go as they pleased.
"You know this would be a great place to get laid." Dean said conversationally going over the stairway with the EMF. SO far it wasn't humming.
"What?" Sam asked looking at his brother.
"You know, you bring a girl up here, show her the view and that's the in." Dean said smiling wistfully at the thought. If he could talk his brother into staying for one more night, maybe on the pretext that Jack needed to rest her leg, he could test his theory on something pretty from a bar. He needed to hustle up some cash before leaving anyway.
"Think with your upstairs brain Dean." Sam said rolling his eyes. They made it to the top with nothing showing up on the radar. Dean looked over his shoulder at Sam as he pushed the door to the light room open.
"You know Sammy-" Dean didn't get to finish what he was going to say because a gust of biting cold wind knocked into him as soon as he put one foot over the threshold. He was slammed backward and over the railing.
"Dean!" Sam ran to catch his brother's hand just as he went over the side. Dean hung unconscious one slip away from being a stain on the cement below.
"Dean wake up!" Sam yelled pulling Dean up with both hands. He struggled with Dean's dead weight. He heard a high pitched crack behind him and the cold was spreading to the landing.
He finally managed to hoist Dean up over the railing just as he was coming to. He pulled Dean with him down the stairs with the all encompassing cold right on their heels.
"Sam?" Dean said groggily as he was pulled.
"Dean we were wrong. Its still there and its stronger now." Sam said as he hit the ground floor landing.
"No that's not right." Dean argued. Sam rolled his eyes, even half conscious Dean couldn't admit to being wrong.
"Well how do you explain that." Sam stopped and turned Dean to the frost spreading over the lighthouse stairs. Dean's eyes widened.
"We gotta get out of here." Dean said pushing off Sam. He swiped his busted EMF from where it landed on its trip down. Just as he and Sam were about to break for the door a dark person shaped outline appeared on the steps.
"Dean." Sam grabbed Dean from behind pulling him out the door just as it reached out for him. Dean had been stuck in place, an unheard of lapse.
"Dean what the hell happened in there?" Sam demanded when t hey were safely outside and the thing didn't follow them out.
"It wasn't the girl." Dean said to himself furrowing his brows in confusion.
"That's what I said." Sam said a little too loudly. Dean snapped out of it and looked at Sam for the first time.
"C'mon this isn't making sense." Dean said heading towards the hostel.
"Dean what's going on?" Sam demanded following him inside. He looked out the window at the lighthouse. All the windows were frosted over and he could feel the anger, the malice emanating from it.
"It wasn't like that this afternoon." He thought out loud.
"Yeah something's changed and I think we changed it." Dean groused.
Dean walked to their room with Sam in tow. Jack looked up with a look of worry in her eyes.
"I felt something. What happened?" She asked them. Her throat was tight with anxiety, she usually didn't feel things that had nothing to do with fire, unless they were bad and powerful.
"You guys burnt the wrong corpse." Sam said.
"I don't know about that." Dean said pulling one of the newspapers they'd collected from the trash basket.
He scanned the local headlines till he found the one he wanted. He saw the picture and it confirmed what he'd seen with his own eyes.
"It was George in there just now." Dean said holding up the picture for them to see.
"The jumper?" Jack asked trying to get up and forgetting she was still cuffed to the bed. And not in the good way, she thought as she was jerked back onto the mattress.
"Sam." She said sharply pointing to her wrist. Sam made an apologetic sound and took the key from his pocket.
"It was him and he was pissed." Dean said. He could feel the icy rage around the man as he stepped forward towards Dean, glaring fiercely at him before Sam pulled him out of the room.
"But he didn't die until months after the sightings started." Sam said.
"His death doesn't fit the timeline." Jack added taking t he newspaper from his hand to look at a picture of the college aged guy smiling for a school picture.
"I saw him, clear as either of you." Dean insisted.
"Okay, so what now? It says in the paper that his parents had his body shipped to Washington to be buried in the family plot. We can't just leave it like that." Sam said pointing out the window at the lighthouse. Jack saw it for the first time and whistled low.
"He's an angry fucker isn't he?" She said aloud.
"Why the power boost? Why now?" Dean wondered pacing over to the table where their dad's journal was set down. He flipped through the pages searching for something.
"Damn. That means we vandalized that girl's grave for nothing then." Jack said coming to sit in the chair next to his at the table.
"Humph." Dean made a sound reading through a particular page.
"Come again?" Sam asked taking the third chair at the table.
"What if there was more than one ghost?" Dean asked looking at each of them.
"We didn't see two ghosts we saw one Dean." Sam reminded him.
"Yeah but one the things that convinced me it was Donna Mills was the handprint we found. It was smaller like a woman or a kid." Dean told him.
They thought about this. It was true the handprint Jack found with the U.V. was closer to the size of her hand than either of them.
"They did say the angry shit started after George died in there.." Jack frowned feeling like she was missing something. She wasn't buying that George offed himself, something about that scenario just didn't sit right with her.
"Maybe he'd mad that he's alone there now." Sam suggested.
"Naw, the malevolent sightings started immediately. He's always been mad he just hasn't been able to do much about it till now." Dean answered shaking his head.
"Dean. Remember the poltergeist in our old house?" Sam asked having an idea about what might be going on.
"You think I'd forget?" Dean spat out, harsher than he meant to.
"What happened there?" Jack asked before Sam could get defensive.
"The fire attracted an evil spirit and it started tormenting the family that bought it but it couldn't do any real harm because-" Sam paused.
"Because our mother wouldn't let him. She-she destroyed herself getting rid of him when he attacked me and Dean." Sam finished.
"Oh." Jack said.
"Donna was stopping him from hurting anyone and when we got rid of her he took over." Dean said closing the journal.
"Makes sense." Sam said quietly.
"Okay then we'll just purify the place. I don't feel like driving up to Washington." Dean said.
"Tomorrow's Halloween." Jack said.
"Yeah so?" Dean said.
"It'll be stronger then, especially at night and we don't have what it'll take to purify the lighthouse." Jack informed him.
"And we can't use the same spell we used on our house because the walls are solid, there's no punching through and leaving stuff behind here." Sam said.
"You know any spells we can use for something like this?" Dean asked Jack.
"I know something. But we'll need to do some shopping for the supplies I'll need to work it." Jack said tugging on a strand of her hair.
"Its past ten. All the occult stores in the area are close right now." Sam told them.
"How do you know?" Dean asked him. Sam looked sheepish.
"You don't think I didn't take precautions while I was at Stanford do you?" Sam asked.
"That's m'boy." Dean said proudly. Then to Jack, "We'll make the rounds first thing tomorrow morning. Till then you and Sammy stay here and make sure no stupid locals decide to sneak into the lighthouse."
"Where are you going?" Sam asked him a s he pulled his jacket on and headed for the door.
"I'm gonna get us some cash." Dean grinned thinking back to his earlier thoughts. He was getting half his wish, they were sticking around for another night and he was going to hustle pool at as many bars as he could hit that night.
"I hate Halloween." Sam stated as he fell back into his chair when Dean was gone.
"Really? I loved it as a kid." Jack said.
"Do you still love it?" Sam asked her.
"Yeah. Instead of free candy I get to shoot things. And that's always fun." Jack answered with a smirk.
"Plus I can dress up like a dominatrix without getting arrested." She added.
"Dominatrix?" Sam asked in amusement.
"You should see my riding crop Sammy." Jack teased seductively.
"Do I really have to tell you to think with your upstairs brain too?" Sam asked.
"Your assuming I have one." Jack said biting back a laugh.
TBC………..
AN: Aw angst. Its so pretty. Next chapter is all about prep work and having to reluctantly help hand out candy to kids on a sugar high. Till then 'blows kisses'