A/N: Hello my beautiful readers! Yet again sorry that it took me so long to post. I caught another damn cold! Man I swear my immune system is out to get my. Bastard. Thanks for sticking with me so far with this story, and it should be drawing to a close soon. Nothing much really happens in this chapter, just another bridge one. I'm open for ideas for the next few chapters so if there is anything you guys want me to put in. Leave me a review or PM me letting me know what you would like to see happen and I'll do my best to include it!

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"A binding spell?" Dean asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah a binding spell." Sam replied simply.

"But why a binding spell?"

"If we can just bind her spirit to the house then that should make it easier for us to salt and burn her. I almost had it done when she went ape shit." Sam said matter-of-factly.

"Huh." Dean said looking down. He had just gotten out of a warm shower and had drops of water running down his back from his wet hair. The warm water had helped to ease the tension in his aching muscles which he was grateful for. It was like a death sentence going into battle wounded. Unless you really, really knew what you were doing. On the other hand he had done it quite a few times when he was younger and used to hunt with Sam and his father. It was better then because there were always an extra set of eyes watching his back just as he watched theirs.

"What?" Sam asked a little annoyed by his brother's lack of response and enthusiasm for, in his mind, his brilliant plan. He looked over Dean's slightly hunched form, it was obvious that he was in pain, no matter how hard he tried to show that he wasn't. Sam knew him to well for that.

"Who's going to read it out?"

"I was thinking you. That way I could distract it while you bind it and then who ever gets there first can torch the bitch." Sam said.

Dean looked up at his brother with his 'don't-give-me-that' look. He knew that what his brother had just spat out was Sam speak for 'You read it out because you're too hurt to distract the ghost' and Dean was going to have none of that. Yeah so he was a little stiff, which was a large understatement, but like hell he was going to let his little brother play the ball in a game of ghost ping pong. He had already felt what this bitch was capable of and there was no way he was going to let his little brother get hurt.

"How about you read it out and I distract the ghost. Besides your Latin's better and she already likes me plenty." Dean said while giving his brother a pointed look. He wasn't going to back down on this. Now way in hell.

"No it's fine. Besides I move faster than you. It'll be easier if I distract and you read." Sam replied. He sure was John Winchester's son. He had a stubborn streak running a mile long through him.

"Since when have you ever been able to move faster than me string bean?" Dean groused.

"Since I wasn't the one thrown into a whole bunch of walls and I aint suffering from hypothermia either."

"God so I get a little cold and spend a little time flying around a room and now its 'sit down in the corner Dean while Sammy plays with the nice ghosty girl'? I don't think so. You read, I distract." He barked and his tone clearly left no room for argument. But then again when was Sam Winchester ever the one not too argue with orders.

"No. You're reading." Sam said, his face stony.

"Nah uh."

"Uh huh."

"Nah uh." Dean growled.

"Uh huh."

"Dean."

"Sammy." Dean smirked.

"No."

"Yes."

"I'm not going to play this childish game with you Dean. You're reading and that's it." Sam said, putting his foot down, quite literally.


The youngest Winchester paced around the hotel room, his father's journal in hand reading over the Latin binding spell, "How the hell does he do that!" Sam muttered. Somehow Dean had once again managed to talk him into doing what Dean wanted. Damn he hated that! One minute he had a full blown winning argument going against his older brother and the next Dean had taken over it and made all the decisions. Maybe it should have been Dean going to law school instead of him, because in all truthfulness he would hate to go up against his brother in court, "Damn jackass!"

He had it pretty much memorized by the time Dean came back into their room white a brown paper bag filled with greasy food for lunch. Sam's stomach grumbled as he caught the flying burger that had been aimed at his head.

"Jerk."

"Bitch." Dean smirked as he took a huge bite out of his own burger, "You get that spell memorized?" he asked mockingly sitting down and resting his feet, ankles crossed on the table.

Sam glared at him, "Yeah. Maybe you should read over it a few times too. You know, just incase something happens and I don't know, I get knocked out because she realizes that it's me that's her biggest threat and gets pissed." He said trying again to get Dean to change his 'stupid and stubborn' mind.

"Nah I'm good." Dean produced a napkin with writing on it from his pocket, "Really." He smirked waggling his eyebrows.

The younger brother snorted, "And exactly what bull story did you come up with to get that number?"

"She asked me if I was okay because apparently I looked cold. Told her I was fine, just getting over some hypothermia which I got when I jumped into a frozen lake to save my little brother who had fallen in. I saved his life." Dean said with a far away look on his face and his tone all wistful.

"You are so full of shit."

"Hey it's not that far from the truth you know. If I hadn't have been there your ass woulda been alpha Sammy boy."

"I had it under control." Sam replied indignantly.

"Sure ya did." Dean rolled up the wrapper that his burger came in and threw it at Sam's head before saying, "Come on, hurry up. I wanna get this all done so I can maybe make it to the beach. I intend to have at least ten numbers from sexy women before this hunt is done." As he finished his burger in a huge bite.

"We can't go now!" Sam half yelled around the food in his mouth.

"Why the hell not?"

"Because first of all, it's daylight. And second I just think it would be better if we wait a little longer." Sam said. Of course he didn't voice what he really thought which was the longer they waited, the more time Dean would have to heal before they went back into battle. Hell even if it was only a little bit it was still better than nothing.

Dean gave him a look as if he had just read Sam's thoughts. The younger Winchester hated it when Dean gave him that look. It made him wonder if he really was the only psychic of the family.

The brothers stared at each other for a few moments, a test of wills before Sam looked away and resumed eating.

Dean let out a sigh and fell ungracefully onto the bed, "You keep memorizing that spell Sammy while catch up with Jessica Simpson. Wake me when the sun goes down." He said as he hugged his pillow and closed his eyes.

"She's married you know."

"Eh, I could take her husband. The guy's a pussy." Dean mumbled.

Sam shook his head. How like his brother. If he were to name three things that were constantly on his brother's mind they would be hunting, sex, Impala. Dean Winchester's favourite pass times. Ah well, it was going to be this hunt and then a holiday. Hell he might even try to get laid or get a few numbers. See if he could out-number Dean. Sam smirked, yeah that would be fun. No reason he couldn't give Dean a run for his money. Besides, Dean's always telling him to have more fun.


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Mishka xXx