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Ghost Hollow

Chapter 13 – Unfinished Business

Sam walked a few steps but stopped as he realized that he knew where Marie was buried. It didn't make sense that they should leave without taking care of her. He saw that his brother had a back pack with him and guessed that he would have come fully prepared. The problem was he couldn't tell Dean where to dig.

"Sammy what is it?" Dean asked as he turned to see why his brother had stopped. He could see that Sam was struggling with something. "Dude, it's not worth your pain to tell me whatever it is you're trying to remember…what the hell!"

Dean was stunned as Sam grabbed the pack from his back and began heading back up the hill from where they had come. "Sammy…stop! I mean it man; if I have to I'll force you back to the car!" Dean hurried to catch up with his long legged brother.

Sam ignored his brother and tried to concentrate on where he had seen Marie looking just before Jessica appeared. He just hoped that the rules didn't prohibit him from digging up the grave. Of course, he figured he didn't have much choice. Either they get rid of the damn spirit today or he'd spend the night drugged and chained to the bed; and that was only if Dean had forgiven him for hitting him earlier.

"Damn it Sam, we have to…" Dean stopped as he watched Sam remove the shovel that Dean had attached to the back pack. Suddenly it was clear what Sam intended to do.

Sam placed the spade into the ground and turned over the first shovel full of dirt. But as he leaned over for the next shovel full, the pain in his head suddenly increased. "Oh God, Dean!" Sam cried as he fell once again to his knees.

"Sammy!" Dean cried as he quickly knelt beside his brother. "Come on, I can come back after we get you back to the car."

"NO! Dean…you have to….have to….Oh God! You have to finish it now…I can't stand…argh!" Sam fell onto the ground and began to roll back and forth as if he could put the fire out in his mind.

"Ok, Sammy…ok. But you just lie there while I do the work!" Dean grabbed the shovel and began to dig. After a while, Dean paused to wipe the sweat from his forehead as he glanced again at his brother. Sam had been quiet for the past half hour, but he could tell that the pain was wearing his brother down. Sam's eyes were glassy as he continued to rock, his knees pulled to his chest. "I'm almost there Sam…just hold on."

Dean continued digging until he finally felt something solid under the blade of the shovel. He smiled as he broke through the wooden lid of the coffin, revealing the remains of a woman. "Well, I hope this is Marie because I've had enough of this crap."

Dean jumped out of the hole and after salting the bones; he covered them with lighter fluid and dropped the match. He smiled as the flames shot up from the earth and consumed the remains of Marie Gonzales. They could finally get out of this town.

Dean looked over at his brother who had sat up when Dean had broken through the coffin and was confused to see him writing furiously in his journal. "Sammy, it's over…you don't need to get around the curse anymore…you can tell me what's on your mind now."

Sam looked up with tears in his eyes and shook his head sadly. "No Dean…it's not…it's not over…need to find…" Sam's eyes rolled back into his head as he let out a scream of agony.

"Not again…Sammy, we burned her bones…she has to be gone, she just has to be!" Dean pulled his brother's limp form into his lap. "Come on Sam, open your eyes. I can't carry you all the way back to the car!"

But Sam remained silent. A small trickle of blood from his nose left a trail down the side of his cheek as Dean gently wiped it away with his thumb. Dean remembered that Sam had written something in his journal. Reaching into his brother's pocket, he began to read the final entry that Sam had written.

Where is the horse? Marie said that she didn't own the horse…the horse owned her. She was bound to the horse? And where was the horse when Jessica appeared? Horse is Jessica!

What is the horse! Check website for

Dean shook his head, Sam never finished his thought. What did he want to check the website for? Dean thought about the way that Jessica had acted, even after shooting her twice with the salted rounds, she hadn't disappeared. And if she wasn't a spirit then what was she? "Shit Sam, I better get you out of here now."

Dean realized that if the being wasn't a spirit, it could appear during the daylight hours. Grabbing his back pack, Dean put Sam over his shoulders in a fireman's carry and began the long trek back towards the car. "You know Sam, you are really going to owe me for this…I swear, you get heavier each time I have to carry you!"

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Further in the woods, an evil pair of eyes watch as the two men struggle through the forest. It had been weakened by the destruction of the soul that had been bound to it for decades. If it didn't find a replacement spirit to bind to it soon…the being would become too weak to lure more prey. But it wouldn't die without a fight.

Glaring at the unconscious young man, the being decided that it would make him take Marie's place. Besides, with the power it had felt when they were close…it would be stronger than ever before. Turning back into the woods, the being decided it was time to increase the pressure. But first it needed to rest. "You are mine Sam…and nothing you or your brother can do will keep you from me!"

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Dean smiled as he finally saw his car a few feet ahead of him. His shoulders and legs were aching from the strain of carrying his brother. It had taken him most of the day to get back to the car, but they had finally made it. "Ok Sammy, lets get you back to the motel and see what we can dig up on your horse."

Dean gently placed Sam in the passenger side of the Impala and began the quick drive back to the motel. Sam still didn't wake after Dean managed to get him into the room and onto the bed. "Ok Sam, enough is enough…you need to wake up now!" Dean gently tapped Sam's face, hoping that his brother would finally open his eyes. The problem was, he wasn't sure if his brother was unconscious because of what happened on the hill or if there was a complication from his injuries…the doctor had said that Sam had suffered a concussion and should be taking it easy.

Dean paced as he tried to decide whether or not to load Sam back into the car and head for the hospital. He checked Sam's injuries and also checked Sam for any sign of fever, but his brother felt more cold than hot to his touch. "Alright Sam, you just rest for now, but if you don't wake up by morning…it's back to the hospital for you."

As Dean took a seat by the computer, his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten all day. The diner was only 5 minutes away by car. He looked at Sam once more, torn between ordering another pizza or getting them something more substantial. Dean pulled out the phone book and called the diner he placed an order for pick up. They assured him it would be ready for him in 20 minutes. Dean stopped at his back pack and grabbing the handcuffs, he once again cuffed his brother to the bed. "I'm sorry Sam, but I just can't take the chance that you'll answer the call of whatever is still out there. I'll be back before you know it!"

Sam couldn't figure out where he was. He seemed to be walking in a fog similar to the one that normally developed in the hollow. He must be back in the hollow, but he couldn't remember getting there. There was no sound in the forest, even the wind was quiet. Sam felt a shiver as the cold from the fog seemed to creep into his very bones.

Suddenly he saw a figure approaching him. As it got closer, he sighed. He didn't know how, but somehow he knew who would be showing up. "Hello Jess…or whoever you are. What do you want with me now?"

"Sam, I've missed you and I know that you have missed me too. Why can't you believe it's me?"

"My Jess died. The only way I can be with her is to die and I don't plan on doing that anytime soon." Sam replied as he backed up.

"You know that death is not necessarily the end Sam. You've seen things that shouldn't exist and yet they do. Is it so hard to believe that I am here with you now?"

Sam shook his head, he refused to believe. "No, it's not possible. Besides, the Jess I know wouldn't want me to die just to be with her. Who are you?"

"I've told you Sam, it's me. Let me show you…" Jessica walked forward, placing her arms around Sam she leaned in for a kiss. As their lips met, Sam felt something…something was wrong!"

"Dean! Dean! Help me!" Sam sobbed as his body began to convulse on the bed. But there was no answer.

TBC

Raven524: Sorry for the delay tonight, but I did have to watch the Season Opener. Out of courtesy for those who haven't seen it, I'll just say one thing…WOW! That being said, I'm now waiting for next week with baited breath. I hope you like the newest chapter in this story. Reviews are welcome and will be given a good home!