A/N: Here's the next chapter. In the home stretch now. Thanks to KateCyrus for helping to inspire me with this one. I'm still open to any ideas that anyone has or would like to see me put in. In the last chapter I kind of set up a little challenge between the boys to see who could get more girls phone numbers. Who should win and how? Sam or Dean? Let me know and whoever gets the most 'votes' will win :P
A/N: Thanks to SpookyClaire and KateCyrus for the reviews on the last chapter. I'm hoping to hit at least 100+ reviews with this chapter so please review!
Dean glared at the Rhodes' house from behind the safety of the Impala's open trunk. He had had it with this ghost. This bitch was going down tonight. No matter what. Hell he was so pissed right now at this ghost that he was considering just setting the house alight and calling it a night. But he couldn't do that could he? No, because he'd suggested it to Sammy and had been hit with the infamous little brother glare. Apparently the house was heritage listed. 'Heritage listed my ass. It's a dump!'
Sam cleared his throat to catch his brother's attention and held out his father's journal to him.
"Why do I need that?" Dean asked taking the book.
"You know, just in case she catches on to what I'm doing. You'll have to finish the spell if that happens." Sam said as nonchalantly as he could and tucked his favourite gun, his glock, into the back of his pants.
"Sam nothing is going to happen to you okay. Stop being so broody and depressive. Now put a smile on your dial and let's go smoke this bitch." Dean smirked.
Sam put the ugliest smile he could on and then smirked when Dean mumbled something under his breath that sounded a lot like 'okay so we're going to have to work on that'. At least Dean had their father's journal. Sam had marked the page with the binding spell on it but he hoped to hell that this would go smoothly.
"Third time lucky then." Dean whispered as they climbed the stairs.
They made their way through the house with the stealth and quietness developed from years of hunting. When they reached the door to the basement Sam and Dean looked at each other to see who was going to go first until Dean whispered, "Ladies first Samantha." And gestured with his hand.
The younger hunter glared at his brother and made to move down the steps but was pushed aside but Dean who rushed down the stairs with a smirk on his face and a look in his eyes that said 'You didn't really think I'd let you go first did you!'.
Inside the basement was colder than the rest of the house and Dean gestured to Sam for him to start the spell.
Sam started the Latin incantation and raised his gun, eyes wary for any sign of sprit activity. The house so far had been quiet and that was more worrisome than if they had been flying around already.
Dean circled the room and then made his way to the freezer. As soon as he touched the lid to open the door and reveal the young girl inside, the room's temperature dropped and he was pulled back across the room, landing at the bottom of the stair case, "Son of a bitch." He muttered as he pulled himself up, all his muscles complaining.
The younger brother kept his Latin flowing as he aimed at the shimmering air above the other hunter and pulled the trigger, breaking up the spirit even if it was only a temporary fix. He only had a few more verses to go and then the spirit would be powerless. Raising his voice to a yell Sam continued on as he watched his bother do a pretty good impression of a human pin ball.
"I know what scares you." The chilling voice of the ghost cut through the room.
The hairs on the back of Dean's neck rose and he felt as if a harness had been secured around his entire body, he let out a yelp of surprise as his feet left the ground and the next thing he knew he was lifted off the ground and was staring down at Sam from his new position with his back against the roof. Just like his Mom and Jess.
Sam looked up at his brother wide eyed. 'Nononononono!' this wasn't happening. Not Dean, oh god not Dean. His Latin stumbled for a second before the logical hunter side of his brother took over the bumbling emotional brother side and fixed his determination on finishing the spell. This wasn't the thing that had taken the two most important women in his life from him. This was just some bitch ghost who had read his mind, found his worst fear and tried to use it against him. Not going to happen, this bitch was going down!
The older hunter thought he was going to puke. He looked down at Sam whose face was stony as he bellowed the Latin loud and ferociously. Dean didn't like being stuck to the ceiling and he wondered if this was how his mother had felt. Looking down at Sammy like this, fear gripping her heart as it was doing to Dean now. That and there was a reason he didn't like planes. He just didn't like heights in general and his head was starting to spin from the view.
Damn it the floor was so far below him and Sam looked, well, smaller because Sam was big and Dean wasn't high enough for Sam to look like an incest. In fact he had the belief that right now if Sam tried he could probably grab Dean and pull him off the roof right now. Dean swallowed the rising bile in his throat and when he was sure he could open his mouth without doing some fucked up Linda Blair impersonation he yelled down to is little brother, "Hurry up Sam!"
His brother's scream had him almost finishing the last verse when Dean dropped from the roof with and 'oomf' landing on that pretty face of his, blood pouring from his nose.
Dean shook his head to clear the stars and birds floating around it and glared at the room. Still being on the ground was better than being on the roof. The binding spell must have drained enough power from the angry ghost so she couldn't hold Dean up anymore. And damn if his nose didn't hurt like a bitch! Not to mention his side. He put a hand to it and felt a warm and wet stickiness. He must have cut himself while he was being flung around the room.
Unfortunately she seemed to have realized that her power was leaving her and was now focusing her attention on the younger hunter. Sam had it almost finished when his feet were pulled out from under him and he was thrown into the furthest wall. The swirling white fog came back and closed in on him with a vengeance before he had the time to finish the spell. His mind became cluttered and his body shook violently. 'Wonder if this was how Dean felt because damn, I could use some hot chocolate right about now.' He thought randomly.
Seeing his brother go down Dean cursed, ignored his all his current injuries and shot into the air above his brother but the rock salt barely hindered the attack, "Shit!" he pulled out his father's journal and flicked frantically through the pages until he found the binding spell and screamed out the Latin words as fast as he could.
The spirit picked Sam up and threw him into the freezer on top of her decomposing body. Sam opened his eyes when he felt something smudgy underneath him and was met with the sight of the young girl's rotten face. His muddled mind panicked and he shrieked out in shock and horror. He was lying on a fucking rotting corpse! He had to get off, had to get out! The cold that was surrounding him wasn't helping his sluggish limbs to move to his minds request either.
"Dean! Get me off this thing! Help!" Sam screamed. He needed his brother. Dean would help him, he would make this nightmare end.
Dean looked up at his brother's shriek to see him trying desperately to push away from the carcass of the girl had somehow found himself on top of. He stumbled over the Latin cursing himself mentally for not listening to his little brother and trying to learn at least a part of the incantation earlier. 'Words Dean, they're only words!'
The ghost let out a piercing screech as he finished the last verse. There was a blinding white light and a freezing wind that tore through him and then it was over. Well at least the spell part.
"Sam!" Dean yelled as he ran over to his little brother who had stopped moving. He wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist and pulled with as much strength as he could muster. Sam rolled limply into his arms and he dragged the unconscious Winchester to the other side of the room.
Sam's lips were blue and he didn't look like he was breathing. He felt like a god damned popsicle he was so cold to the touch. Dean shakily lifted his hand and put his fingers on his brother's neck to feel for a pulse.
For a few earth shattering seconds he didn't feel one but then there it was. A small jump under his fingers. Dean let out a sigh of relief and took off his jacket which he covered his little brother with.
"Finish it." Came a male voice.
Dean's head snapped up and he came face to face with the sad and translucent eyes of who he assumed was Donald Rhodes. The ghost gestured to the freezer where his daughter's body still lay. The young hunter nodded his head slightly and stood, his muscles and side groaning in protest.
The older Winchester made his way to the freezer and looked down with disgust at the girl's body. Pulling salt and light fluid from his pocket he covered the body in both before lighting a match and throwing it onto the girl. The body went up in flames admitting a foul smelling smoke. The stench made Dean cringe and gag. No matter how many times he had done this there were some things you just couldn't get used to.
"Thank you." Donald said and gave Dean a true smile. He could finally rest in peace now that he knew his little girl wouldn't hurt anyone else.
Dean watched the ghost disappear and shook his head. And he thought his family was fucked up. A small cough brought his attention back to his little brother and Dean realized he had to get Sam out of there now.
Once at his brother's side he eyed Sam and then the flight of stairs with trepidation, "Just my luck Sammy boy. I get to lug your fat ass up those steps. All right, here we go." He said and then groaned as he lifted his brother into a fireman's carry. His side yelled at him to stop with the strain he was putting on it but he ignored it. He had more important things to focus on right now.
The steps were the hardest part and by the time he reached the ground floor Dean was covered in sweat and panting heavily, his abused muscles screaming at him.
Straitening his back as much as possible to stop it cramping Dean carried on towards the car. He had to get Sam back to the motel and get him fixed up. With the last of his strength Dean pushed Sam into the back seat of the Impala and covered as much of his lanky form as he could with blankets from the boot.
Flying down the highway back to the hotel Dean loosely gripped the steering wheel, his head spinning with exhaustion but he didn't dare let his eyes close. He knew if he did he would fall asleep behind the wheel and that was just not going to happen.
When he pulled into the parking lot of the motel out the front of their room he stiffly hopped out of the car and opened the back door, "Sam? Sammy?" he asked, shaking his younger brother's shoulder trying to rouse him. He really didn't fancy carrying Sam back into the hotel room but his little brother showed no signs of waking up anytime soon so Dean did what he had always done. He sucked it up. He reached into the car and pulled Sam out then half dragged, half carried him into the motel room using strength he didn't even know he had, let alone where the hell it came from.
His muscles were shaking from exhaustion by the time he ran the bath for Sam. he had to get the younger hunter warned up at least a little. The younger man felt like ice and it was worrying the shit out of Dean.
Close to collapse himself Dean managed to somehow get Sam into the bath and then back to bed. He changed his little brother's clothes, not having the strength to do anything for himself at the moment, and covered Sam with a pile of blankets just as Sam had done for him.
Dean basically crumbled into bed behind his little brother and spooned him trying to give Sam his body heat, "You tell anyone I did this for you and I'll kill you." He mumbled before exhaustion caught up with him and he passed out.
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Mishka xXx
