Chapter 4

This is the last chapter before the true angst begins. I am a fan of hurt!dean and believe me, it's coming...

Sam and Dean left early the next day for Mason, California. The only sound in the car was the loud hum of the Impala. Sam glanced over at Dean from the passenger seat. After informing his brother of their latest gig, Dean had been quiet. Sam took a deep breath.

"You know, Dean. If you want to talk about it..." He trailed off when Dean turned to him with an annoyed look on her face.

"Talk about what?" She said curtly.

"You know...the ghost...hunting..." Sam hesitated.

"Forget I said anything. There's nothing to worry about. We'll get there and kick its ass." Dean continued to stare at the road, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. She was worried how well she could hunt, but did not want Sam to know the extent. Her fear from what happened at the bar last night, made her say too much to her brother. She closed her eyes briefly at the weakness she showed. 'It won't happen again,' she thought as she continued towards their gig.

Sam turned his eyes back to the road as he mumbled something under his breath.

"What did you say?" Dean asked in an angry tone.

"I said," Sam replied with a tightness in his voice, "fine, if that's how you want to play it."

"Play what?"

"You shared too much yesterday, so now you're going to act like nothing happened. It's so typical of you." Sam chuckled bitterly as he shook his head.

"Whatever, dude." Dean said, effectively ending that part of the conversation. She looked to a road sign. "Canyon Road." She said as she turned the car and began traveling a one lane road.

The Winchesters were struck by the beauty of the vast land in front of them. The fields were lined with grassy hills and as they reached closer to their destination, they realized they were in a vineyard. After a few more miles, they saw a row of three large trailers and some construction materials. They decided to stop.

The car doors creaked open as they stepped out. The two stretched their legs after the six hour trip. Sam gestured with his eyes to the first trailer in front of them. They arrived at the door and knocked.

"Hello?" Sam said as he tried to peak through a window. Suddenly a door opened. A tan, handsome middle aged man appeared and stepped down from the trailer.

"You must be Sam and Dean." He began kindly as he reached his hand out. "I'm Stephen Foster."

"Hello. I'm Sam." The younger Winchester answered as they shook hands.

"Hi." Dean replied as she reached her petite hand out.

"Thank you for coming so soon. You both came highly recommended by Bobby."

Sam looked around for a moment. "So, Mr. Foster..."

"No, please call me Steven."

"Sure...um...Steven, Bobby told us that you needed help."

He nodded his head as he began to walk.

"Your land is beautiful." Dean commented.

"It's been my dream to own a vineyard." He looked around at the fields with pride in his eyes.

"Where were you before?" Sam asked.

"Silicon Valley. I had enough of the tech rat race. I was blessed to have been compensated generously. But, I wanted to change gears in life. I wanted my family to get away from big city living." He paused. "So, I bought this property three years ago and started making wine. I only moved the family here a few months ago when I decided to come for good. Follow me, I can let you meet them." He walked up to the third trailer. "Honey, we have visitors."

The trailer door opened and a statuesque brunette woman stepped down. She had to step to the side when two children ran around her. "Daddy!" The smaller child yelled. She ran up to her father and jumped into his arms. The older child, a boy, trailed behind her.

"Hey, pumpkin!" Steven said as he embraced his little girl. "Can you say hello?"

"Hi." She said almost shyly as a light brown ringlet fell into her face.

"This is Morgan. She's six." Then he turned to his son. "This is Jason. He's eight. And this is my wife Audrey. Kids, this is Sam." He gestured towards the younger Winchester. "And this is Dean."

"Dean?" Morgan said as her father let her down. "That's a boy's name!" Dean's eyes widened for a moment and then she chuckled.

"Morgan! Nice to meet you. Sorry about that." Audrey apologized as she shook their hands. "Our little Morgan loves to talk.

"That's okay." Dean said as she leaned down to the little girl's level. "It is kind of a boy's name." She playfully whispered to her.

"Are you two hungry? We have plenty of food for breakfast." Audrey asked.

Dean smiled. "Oh, we already ate."

"Nonsense! If you are going to help us, then you need to have full bellies. Please follow me."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look and followed the family inside. It was essentially a double wide and had all the amenities of a small home. Audrey quickly set the table and they all sat down to eat. The little girl turned her big blue eyes towards Dean and smiled. "You're pretty." She said in a sweet voice.

Dean laughed in an embarrassed manner. "Uh, thanks." She answered and then turned her attention back to the eggs, bacon, and biscuits in front of her.

They ate breakfast quickly and helped clear the table. Audrey insisted that they did not need to do that.

"We appreciate the breakfast." Dean said. "It's been awhile since we've had a home cooked meal like that. Thank you." Sam nodded in agreement.

"Well," Audrey responded. "I'm from the Midwest and we like to have a hearty meal in the morning."

"Where from?" Sam asked.

"Missouri."

"Oh." Sam replied. "We're from Kansas. It's nice to meet someone from our neck of the woods."

Steven walked up to Sam and Dean. "Why don't we go talk." He nodded to his wife and led the two out. The three walked towards an ATV after Sam quickly grabbed his bag. "I am going to take us to the main house." They climbed on and Steven turned on the engine. He grabbed the handlebars and began the journey. Sam and Dean marveled at the scenery as the ride continued. After a few miles, a large mansion came into view over the horizon. It was a much older home, probably around a hundred years old; the structure was not in good condition. There were numerous machinery surrounding the house. The ATV stopped and Steven turned off the engine.

"So, this is the main house where we are going to live. The house, as you can see needs a lot of work. At first I toyed with tearing it down completely, but Audrey and I love the old architecture. We are going to rehab it and add on." He sighed. "As my men started working on it, strange things would happen. They heard noises and the machinery seemed to turn on and off by itself. Their lights would flicker. A few of them were so freaked, that they actually quit. One person said they saw a ghost. He's a real religious guy, so I thought he was possibly imagining something. But one night, I came up here and I swear I saw something." He paused. "That's when I called Bobby."

"Do you know the history of the house?" Dean asked.

Steven shook his head. "All I know that there has been only one owner. And he has been dead for many years."

"Do you know a name?" Sam asked.

"Richard Boyer."

"Do you know how he died?" Dean inquired.

"No." Steven answered.

"Well," Dean continued. "We'll look around and see what we can find." Dean nodded to Sam and he opened their bag. Sam grabbed the EMF detector and handed it to Dean.

The large wooden 15 ft doors creaked open. Dust and cobwebs were everywhere. They walked onto the marble floor and gazed around. The house was very large. Dean turned on the detector and it immediately lit up.

"Dude, there's a definite ghost presence here."

"Yeah." Sam said as he cautiously raised a gun as he looked around the place. "And sulphur too." He said as he inhaled deeply. He stopped and turned to Dean. "Why don't we go back and find out about this Boyer guy, and return tonight."

"Sounds like a plan to me. Let's go." Dean replied as the two exited the mansion. Steven stood eagerly awaiting them.

"There's something supernatural happening." Sam reported. "We just need to find out a few things and then we'll come back tonight." The three walked back to their vehicle.

Sam and Dean sat in the Mason, California public library looking through the microfiche files. After about an hour, they found a newspaper article.

"Dean, check this out." He pointed to the screen. "Richard Boyer, multimillionaire, circa 1928." He paused as he kept reading. "He made his money originally in gold and then wine."

"What else?" Dean asked impatiently.

"Hold on!" Sam snapped. "When the market crashed, he lost everything. And a drought hit the area as well and he lost his vineyards. According to the authorities, he went crazy when they were going to foreclose on his land. He refused to leave. He murdered six of his field workers and his family. Then he shot himself." Sam sat back heavily. "Jesus."

"So," Dean interjected, "he's a sick bastard who doesn't want to give up his house."

"And if the Fosters are starting to renovate the house..."

"It must have awakened his spirit and he's pretty pissed off." She added with a smirk. "Does it say where they buried 'ol Boyer's bones?"

"No."

"Let's just hope he's somewhere on the Foster property." She slapped her hands together. "Okay, easy enough. We'll go back tonight and see if we can find a family plot or something."

"Alright." Sam answered as they gathered their things together.

After Audrey insisted on giving them a proper dinner, Sam and Dean prepared their weapons. Steven stood watching. Sam walked up to him. "Are you sure you don't want to take the family to town for tonight, Steven?"

"And leave you two kids alone up here?" He answered in warm tone.

"Actually, Steven, I'm twenty six." Dean responded.

"Really?" He replied. "I thought you were eighteen or nineteen." Dean scowled when she heard Sam chuckle behind her.

"We appreciate the concern." Dean continued. "But we've been hunting for a long time."

"Even though, we'll be okay in our trailer."

Sam picked up a gun and made sure it was loaded. He handed it to Steven. "If you see a spirit, shoot it with this."

"What is it?"

"It is loaded with rock salt. It stuns the ghost for a time."

"And then?"

Dean answered. "We basically need to find the bones and burn them. Is there a family plot behind the house?"

"I'm not sure."

"Okay then." Sam said as he zipped the bag up. "Ready?"

Dean nodded. Suddenly she felt a knot in her stomach. She was nervous to face her first hunt in her new body.

Steven handed them the keys to the ATV. Sam turned it on and the lights as well. Dean sat down and the two began the journey to the main house. The sun was setting as they arrived at their destination. They each grabbed a gun and walked behind the house. They looked into the vast back fields and did not see any other buildings. They turned around and went through the main entrance. "Let's see what we're dealing with." Sam said as he turned the flashlight on.

Dean followed Sam as they shone the light and slowly walked throughout the house. The property was fully furnished and still had paintings on the wall. Dean's light tilted up and they gazed upon a very large painting in the great hall. She brushed the cobwebs aside. The plaque on the bottom read 'Boyer Family 1925'. It showed the eldest Boyer, his wife, and seven children. Suddenly Dean and Sam felt a breeze around them. They looked up and saw a male figure in white floating down the main staircase. It held a machete in its hand.

"Get oooooout...mine..." It said in an eerie voice. It suddenly sped up and was going towards Sam. Before he could move, Sam was knocked across the room and hit a bookcase.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled as she saw her brother lying motionless. "You stupid son of a bitch!" She yelled as the ghost turned it's attention towards her. She was able to move slightly but was still knocked backwards and she hit a sharp object against a wall. She felt it pierce her skin above her right shoulder blade. For a moment she felt the wind knocked out of her. She struggled to sit up. Her eyes became wide with panic as he saw the ghost raise its weapon above an unconscious Sam.

"No!" She yelled as she hurried towards them. She aimed the gun and shot. The ghost bellowed as the rock salt penetrated its non-corporeal shadow. Dean screamed in pain as the kickback from the gun hit against her right breast. She quickly limped over to Sam and shook him.

"Sam...come on...wake up. We don't have a lot of time." She grasped his shoulders.

"Uh!" Sam yelled as he returned to a conscious state. He grabbed his head as he sat up. "What happened?"

"I shot it. We need to see if we can find some bones."

Sam shook his head to clear his mind. "Let's check out back." They got back on the ATV and drove behind the house. Their search was difficult because it was dark. There were few stars in the sky to help light the way. After some time, they saw a structure. As they came closer, it appeared to be a mausoleum. The name Boyer was on it. The door was rusted, but eventually Sam jarred it open. There were plaques denoting every member of the family. They found Richard's tomb and gathered the bones. They took it outside. Sam dug a shallow grave. Dean poured gasoline and dropped a match. When assured that the bones were ash, they headed back to the house. They scanned the entire structure, but did not detect any further supernatural activity. The two returned to the trailers.

Steven sat outside the trailer with a small campfire burning. When Sam and Dean informed them of what happened, he hugged them. He insisted on the two staying the night. They tried to protest, but Steven felt it was the least they could do. He directed them to the middle trailer.

Dean stood in the shower. She winced as the water hit the wound on her back. She looked down to see a small area of bruising above her right breast. She slowly wiped herself off as the tiniest movement of her right arm caused pain to shoot through it. She placed a t-shirt and boxer's on and went to join Sam.

Sam looked up as Dean exited the bathroom. He immediately averted his eyes when he found his penis stirring at the sight of her. He cleared his throat. "You okay?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Yeah." Dean answered. "You? How's your head?"

Sam touched the side of his head that had a small bruise. "I'll live. Man, that ghost packed a punch."

"Tell me about it." She agreed as she went to sit on her bed. She looked around the spacious trailer. "This is nicer than most of the flea bag motels we stay in." She laughed lightly.

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "Maybe we could ditch the Impala and just drive this double wide everywhere." He smirked.

"Watch your mouth, boy." Dean smirked back. She turned slightly and her breath caught a bit.

Sam stood and walked over to her. He looked concerned. "Dean, you're bleeding." He said as he noticed a spot of red on the back of her white t-shirt.

Dean tried to look back at her shoulder. "It's no big deal. The bastard pushed me and I think I hit something against a wall."

"Let me see it." Sam said as he walked to the bag and retrieved the first aid kit. He returned to her side. "Lift your shirt up."

"Um...no." Dean answered as she felt herself blush and she wasn't sure why.

"Come on, Dean. I need to see if it's getting infected."

"It's fine."

"Just do it already! What's your problem? We do this all the time."

Dean felt herself blush again. She reached behind her and lifted the back of her shirt.

"Dean, the t-shirt is too tight. Just take it off."

She hesitated, but eventually complied. Dean found herself feeling very self-conscious and covered her front with her towel.

Sam felt a flush to his face as he sat behind his brother. He lightly pressed some gauze on the wound to soak the blood. He placed some hydrogen peroxide on it and gently cleansed the wound. Dean arched her back and hissed slightly as she felt the cold liquid penetrate the wound. As Sam carefully put antibiotic cream on the damaged area, Dean's eyes fluttered closed at the soft touch of her brother's fingertips against her warm skin.

Sam felt his cock stirring to life as he touched her. He sat back and had to will himself to find his voice. "I'm done." He stood quickly. "I'm going to take my shower." He practically sprinted to the bathroom. As he stood in the shower, he looked down at his fully erect penis. He tried initially to ignore it, the implications of what aroused him was still so confusing. After a time, though, the power of thinking was not helping. He grasped his rock hard penis and began to stroke. Images of Dean flooded his mind, and he found himself coming in no time. His orgasm was as powerful as he ever had. He found himself leaning against the porcelain as he felt weak in the knees. He finished showering and made his way to his bed. It appeared Dean was asleep. As he lay watching her, Dean's eyes opened. Sam smiled at her.

"You did good tonight, Dean. See, I told you there was nothing to worry about." He said softly.

"I did, didn't I? Saved your ass." She grinned. "Wasn't really a hard gig." She reached up and touched her right breast. "Man, I never realized the gun kicks back so much, though. Believe me, I'll never doubt a chick again when they say that getting hit in the boobs hurts." They both laughed.

"Get some sleep." Sam said as he yawned.

"You too, Sammy." Dean answered drowsily as they drifted to sleep.

TBC...