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Ghost Hollow

Chapter 10 – In Sync

As night fell, Dean stood up and stretched. Sam had been sleeping for 7 hours now and didn't look like he was going to wake up anytime soon. Dean realized he was starving, but there was no way he was going to leave his brother tonight. Pulling out the phone book, he found the number of a local pizza delivery place. After placing the call, he went back to look at the pictures on the wall. His gaze resting on the recent picture of Brett. Shirley had said that he had been acting funny for the past couple of weeks. That meant that time was running out for Sam.

Dean ran his hand through his hair as he began to study the map in front of him. The location that Sam had marked wasn't too far from where he had found Sam this morning. But it was still a big area to search. It could take them most of the week to find out where she was buried. Dean didn't know if he could protect Sam much longer, especially if the ghost continued to lure his brother to that damn hollow.

As if on cue, his brother sat up in the bed yelling "NO!...I won't make that choice!"

Dean moved quickly over to his brother. "Sammy…Sam, what choice are you talking about?"

Sam's eyes slowly began to focus on the face of his older brother. A look of confusion replacing the look of fear that had been in his eyes a few seconds before. "Dean? Where am I?"

Dean sighed, he had hoped that maybe if Sam wasn't fully awake he could press him for an answer. "We are at the motel Sam…you kind of had a little accident earlier this morning."

"I what? Dean what's going on…argh!" Sam reached back to feel the wound on the back of his head. He also noticed that his shoulder was sore as well as the fact that his rib seemed to be worse than he remembered.

"Well, you went on one of your little midnight strolls again last night." Dean watched closely, but Sam didn't seem to be in any more pain. Deciding to take the plunge, Dean continued.

"Look Sam, I'm going to tell you a story…I don't want you to tell me anything, just keep quiet and listen until I'm finished ok?" Dean saw the apprehension building in his brother's eyes.

"Sure Dean, but is this a long story…cause if it is, I need to visit the little boys room first." Sam wasn't sure that he wanted to hear what Dean had to say. His brother had obviously figured out why Sam kept having these black outs. He jumped as he heard a voice on the other side of the door.

"I mean it Sammy…no thinking about anything right now except getting your ass out here!" Dean knew that Sam had wanted time to try to figure out what Dean was going to tell him. He figured that whatever the curse or spell was that had taken hold of Sam, it wouldn't allow him to speak to his brother about what happened and in fact may even be blocking the information from Sam's memory. But if Dean told him what he knew so far, maybe it would help.

Dean smiled as he heard a knock on the door. "Hurry up Sam, pizza's here and you need to eat something."

Sam sighed as he left the bathroom and headed over to the small table. He lowered himself down into the chair and began to look around. He noticed that the map he had been working on the day before was now taped to the wall next to the information they had gathered on each of the victims and Marie Gonzales. "Looks like you've been busy Dean…"

"Shhh" Dean placed his finger in front of his lips, giving Sam his best don't mess with me because I'm the older brother look.

"But Dean I.."

"Zip it!" Dean pretended to pull a zipper across his lips.

"But…"

"Zip"

"De.."

"Zp" Dean continued to pretend to pull a zipper across his lips while daring Sam to disobey him.

Sam shook his head rolling his eyes, sometimes his brother could be so dramatic. Sam grabbed a piece of pizza and settled back to hear what Dean had to say.

Dean took his own piece of pizza and downed it before he began to talk. "Sam the reason I don't want you to talk is because I think that you have been placed under some kind of spell or curse that causes you pain whenever you try to remember or tell me anything that you have experienced at Ghost Hollow." Dean watched closely, Sam seemed to be paying attention, but remained silent and apparently wasn't having problems with any pain.

"Now, I've notice you can do research and I can tell you what happened and apparently you don't have a problem. So I'm going to tell you what I know so far. But the minute you start to feel any pain, you need to tell me…Ok? Dean watched as a slow smile spread over Sam's face.

"Ok, I listen, you talk…got it!"

"Smart Ass!" Dean replied as he quickly filled Sam in on everything that he knew had happened since they had come to Ghost Hollow, including Sam's visits to Ghost Hollow and the end results. He then explained his theory that Sam was being called because he couldn't be with his one true love, Jessica. As Dean was talking, Sam began to remember and fill in the blanks that were missing from Dean's story…at least most of them. He still had a feeling that they were missing something important, but he once more concentrated on what Dean was telling him.

"So, I think the first thing we need to do Sam is search the area of the old homestead and hope that we can find her grave. If we can find her bones, this will be over. The bad news is, it was only a couple of weeks after Brett started making his visits to Ghost Hollow that he died. So, I'm thinking we don't have a whole lot of time to solve this problem."

Dean sat back and looked at Sam. He could see that his brother was processing what he was told and didn't appear to be in any distress. "How's your head Sam?" Dean asked as he continued to watch his brother for any signs of pain.

"Well actually Dean, it does kind of hurt…"

"Ah shit Sam, I'm sorry…I really thought that maybe…ok, don't worry about it. We'll figure out something else!" Dean stopped as he heard a slight giggle from his brother.

Sam saw the look on Dean's face as realization hit. "Sammy…I'm so going to kill you damn it!"

"Well you only asked if my head hurt Dean and I told you the truth…I have a pretty bad headache right now, along with pain in my shoulder and ribs…but then what did you expect?" Sam laughed out loud, but quickly groaned as his rib reminded him that he had recently injured it.

"Serves you right Sam…" But Dean couldn't help the smile that curved his lips. He hadn't realized how much he had missed his brother's laugh or quirky humor the last couple of days.

"You know Dean, you really did a good job of putting all these pieces together…I'm sorry I can't be more help…" Sam sighed as he looked away, feeling himself being a burden to his brother once more.

"Stop it Sam…I mean it. You're the one who figured out the area that we need to search. I just took the information that you gathered and added it to what was happening. Now, all we need to do is figure out where she is buried and then smoke her ass!"

Sam heard his brother, but something else was demanding his attention. He shook his head trying to concentrate again on his brother, but his attention was being drawn to look out the window in the direction of Ghost Hollow. "That's nice Dean, but I think I'll take a walk to clear my head…" Sam rose from the table and headed for the door.

Dean had noticed the blank look that had come over his brother's eyes. It was almost scary to see, Sam seemed to be functioning normally…but Dean could tell that his brother was in some kind of trance. "Sammy?" Dean tried to get his brother's attention, but Sam continued to walk towards the door as if he hadn't heard Dean.

"I don't think so little brother, your sleep walking tours are over until we can figure out a way to get rid of that ghost!" Dean quickly got up and stood in front of Sam, grabbing him by the shoulders he gave his brother a gentle shake, mindful of the bruises and injuries on his brothers body.

Sam blinked and looked around, confusion once again in his eyes as he looked at Dean. "Ah, let me guess…it happened again didn't it?" Sam reached for his head as the pain began to build.

Dean grabbed Sam as his knees began to buckle. "Ok Sam, it's intervention time. I want you to sit on the bed over here and take these pain pills that the doctor gave you. They will knock you out and help you sleep until morning."

Sam sat on the bed, his head hanging down and his hands fisting in his hair as if he could yank the pain from his mind. He didn't even notice that Dean had left and returned with some white pills and a bottle of water. Sam looked up at his brother, the tears falling down his cheeks as he tried to explain what he needed. "No, Dean…I have to go, you have to let me go" Sam began to struggle to his feet, but luckily Dean was able to keep him from rising.

"Sam, you have to take these pills…trust me ok?" Dean handed the pills to Sam again and watched as Sam swallowed them dry. "That's my boy, now you need to lay down for me. It shouldn't take long for the pain to go away…I promise!"

Sam's body began to shudder from the pain, he wasn't sure how much more he could take. As he let his brother help him lay down on the bed, Sam's head began to spin. "Oh God Dean…I can't do this…please!" Sam tried to get up, but Dean firmly held him onto the bed, his own eyes tearing at the sight of his brother's torment.

It took about 15 minutes before the pain pills finally did their job. Sam's eyes finally closed, although his face still reflected pain as he continued to moan in his sleep. Dean looked at the clock, it was only 9:00 p.m. They still had the whole night to get through. "I'm sorry Sammy, but I can't let you visit your spooky girlfriend tonight. I don't think your body can take many more visits to Ghost Hollow."

Dean ran his hand through his hair, trying to figure out how to help his brother, but there was really nothing more he could do but hope that the pain pills would eventually allow his brother to sleep until the morning. Sighing Dean walked over to his bag and reached inside. He slowly walked over to his brother; sitting beside him he gently placed the handcuff on his brother's good arm and attached it to the bed frame. He knew his brother would be pissed, but he couldn't take the chance that he would fall asleep and find Sam gone again. "I'm sorry little brother, but I promise…tomorrow we'll find out where that ghost is hiding and get rid of her!"

Dean rose and looked out the window towards Ghost Hollow. "Not tonight you bitch…you're not getting your hands on him tonight or any other night!"

TBC

Raven524: Well the boys are finally on the same page (sort of) and have a plan (kind of)…and you will note…no cliffie (but my fingers are itching!) and it's now only 2 more days (yeah!). I hope you are all still enjoying this story…let me know what you think by pressing the little button below!