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Dean glanced at the sleeping form of his brother. He didn't blame him for being tired; hell, he was about to doze off himself, but had told himself that now was not the time. He had been sitting in the Impala for three hours now, staring at the house; waiting to hear the sound of anything that might happen. He would not admit it to Sam, but he was confused. This hunt was so different from what they were used to. At least he could usually look at the thing they were hunting. Over the last hours he had been thinking; thinking hard about the last couple of days. The more he thought, the more the hunt puzzled him. His father had never mentioned anything like this, which brought a tiny spark of fear into him; another thing he would never admit to.

He almost banged his head on the low ceiling of the car when he heard a door close, followed by loud voices. Dean reached across to his brother and shook him awake, keeping an eye on the three people hurrying into a car. Sam looked from Dean to the car, his eyes widening slightly.

"You go after them, I'll check around here." He called to Dean as he hurried out of the car.

Dean didn't need telling twice. The engine roared to life and he quickly turned the car around and followed the other car. There seemed to be only one thought going through his mind: please let us not be too late. They drove for ten minutes, and to Dean's fears pulled in at the hospital.

Sam had been waiting for his brother at the motel for a couple of hours now. He had spent some time looking around for the ghost, but had found no traces of it. He was puzzled. Usually when they were dealing with spirits or ghosts they had a 'normal' job – for hunting anyway. They were usually the ones where they knew exactly what to do and when to do it. With this hint, however, they found themselves a couple of steps behind the ghost, rather than in front of them.

Sam looked out of the window at the first rays of sun and sighed. He had tried to call Dean, but he hadn't answered. To try and subtle his worry he had spent some time researching. He found that it usually helped him because it took his mind off the worry. He took out his phone in the hope that there was some response from Dean; there was none. He was just about to call him again when the door to the motel flew open and Dean entered, slamming the door shut.

"What happened? I've been trying to call." Sam said, watching his brother as he paced the motel room, clearly in a rage.

"The mother had a miscarriage." Dean said quietly as he stopped pacing. Sam didn't know what to say; he just stared at Dean in shock. Dean suddenly jumped towards Sam and yelled, "Dammit, Sammy! How the hell does it do it?"

"I…I…" Sam stuttered, shocked by Dean's outburst. "I don't know, Dean. Maybe it is just and omen of death, and not the cause."

"This thing," Dean said clearly trying to hold back his anger, "it's the cause. I'm telling you, it's not just an omen. Sophie Oakman's boyfriend died of a heart attack. You said it yourself, Sam, the dude was too young to have a heart attack. This…this miscarriage was no different. There had been nothing wrong with that baby. The mother had had everything checked the day before and nothing was wrong. Did you see any signs of it?"

"No, nothing." Sam said assuming that Dean meant about Helhesten and not the miscarriage. "And there was nothing at the hospital?"

"Nothing." Dean said as he slumped down in a chair next to Sam. "Sam, how do we kill this thing if we can't look at it?"

Sam had been dreading that question. It had been circling his own mind for hours, but he had found no real answer for it.

"Bobby didn't know anything about it, but Dean; what would we have done if this was just a normal pissed off spirit?"

"Salted and burned the bones?" Dean suggested. His eyes suddenly widened in realisation. "Sam, where do you reckon this son of a bitch is buried?"

"Well, the myth says that the horses were buried near the church. There is the church close to the Spire's Ranch. I reckon we could take a look around." Sam said, relieved that there was something they could do.

"Yeah, we could do that. How long do you reckon this beast has been around?"

"Hard to say really, isn't it?" Sam said as he started to pack up the computer. "I mean, no really lingered on these deaths as they were…well…natural."

"You don't think someone's summoned this thing, do you?" Dean asked. Sam could see his brother's desperation for taking action, for doing something.

"To be honest, no I don't. It doesn't really seem so pleased to serve people." Sam said, trying to smile, but he was pretty sure it came out more as a strange grimace.

"Well you can force ghosts…" Dean said quietly, his voice trailing off.

"No; I think it's been around since the church was built; or rather, since the horse was buried." Sam said looking at his brother who had taken to stare out of the window.

"When was that?" Dean asked carelessly. It was as though he had almost given up. Sam couldn't understand it. This was not like Dean at all. He tried to ignore it and answered his brother's question.

"Some time in the seventeen hundreds." He said, remembering from the research he had done earlier.

They were quiet for a while; simply sitting there. Dean was still staring out of the window, his face expressionless. Sam knew that his brother took all the blame for the miscarriage. He would never admit it, no doubt, but he was afraid. He had only seen it a few times with his brother, but now he could see it in his eyes every time he spoke. Sam didn't blame him; he as scared too.

"Dude?" Dean suddenly said, turning his head to look at Sam.

"Yeah?"

"You said this was a Scandinavian myth?"

"Yeah?" Sam repeated, unsure exactly where Dean was going with this.

"What the hell is a Scandinavian myth doing in the US?"

Sam understood Dean's question, but he had no idea. As Dean said it, he too felt that something was simply not right.

"I don't know." Sam thought that he said this more and more, the deeper they dwelled into this case. Dean only nodded. Sam had thought that he would come with some snide remark, but none came.

"Do you think you could dig out some history of the church?" Dean asked, looking at Sam laptop.

He was angry. No not just angry; he was enraged. This feeling of rage did not mix well with the other emotion that was washing over him: fear. His father had tried to drill it out of him, and it had worked to some extent, but he was beginning to find it hard to hide the growing fear that was dwelling inside of him. Hearing the doctor's words at the hospital had been the last straw. This thing was not any ordinary ghost or spirit.

He was not comforted when he had seen that Sam too was beginning to look slightly fearful. Fear, fear, fear; it was all around him. Wherever he went he saw fear; maybe not always in his brother or in himself, but in other people too. That seemed to be the only thing that linked this hunt to the previous ones they had carried out. He wanted to do something, instead of just sitting around feeling useless. Sam was good with the research and sitting down, trying to calm. Dean would rather just go somewhere, and do something.

"Dean?" Sam voice cut through Dean's thoughts. He shook his head lightly and looked at his brother who was sitting behind his laptop, his eyes darting from side to side. "You are not going to believe this?"

Dean was not quite sure what to make of that comment. He found it hard to believe this hunt at all

"What?" He said when he could find nothing better to say.

"There are no records of who built this church. Anywhere." Sam added as he looked up at Dean.

"There's nothing?" Dean asked, feeling that this hunt was getting worse and worse at every minute.

"Only one thing…" Sam said looking back at the laptop.

"And what's that?" Dean asked when Sam did not continue.

"There is a stone that is said to have been there as long as the church has. Guess where it is." Sam said, once again looking up from the laptop. When Dean did not say anything Sam continued. "Just outside the church."

They were out in the car before five minutes had passed. Sam had asked if Dean's was sure that he did not want to rest a bit first. Dean glare had been enough for Sam to gather his things and hurry after Dean outside to the Impala. They drove along the roads both lost in thought. Sam started talking after a while, but Dean wasn't really paying attention. He was just concentrating on getting to this church as fast as possible.

They drove past Spire's Ranch, seeing the car park empty again. They drove around the woodland where dark trees where towering over the road, before they could drive up towards the church and park the car. They both hurried out of the car and started towards the church.

The church was relatively small. It was white with an iron railing around it. Two gates stood ajar giving axes to the white church doors. Both boys had thought that they might have to ask the location of the stone, the result being they were slightly taken aback when they saw a large round stone just inside the church. Even though it was outside it looked like it was cleaned on a regular basis as there was no plants had started to tangle itself around it. Then again, nothing was growing around the stone either.

"Been like that for a long time." The voice belonged to an old man who was proceeding down the stone steps away from the church. "For as long as I can remember."

It was clear that he was referring to the stone and the lack of growth. Dean saw Sam squared his shoulders and put on the smile. Dean recognised it as the smile he used whenever they were, well, anybody who were in a position to get some information. It was almost similar to the false sympathetic tone.

The drive back to the motel was a lot less tense than the drive to the church. The brother's had agreed that they would return that night and dig up the bones of the horse. They were both content that they finally felt they were getting somewhere.

"It's weird though…" Dean said slowly.

"What is?" Sam said, slightly fearful that Dean was going to say something that would ruin their plan.

"Why would you put a stone there?" Dean asked looking temporarily at his brother.

"You remember what the man said? That when he was young, everyone used to spit at the stone. No one really knew why; they had always just thought that was what to do. I guess it just wore off."

"So, we are sure that the horse is buried under that stone because, dude, I don't want to go round digging up the entire church yard." Dean said, with a hint of the good old Dean humour.

"I'm positive." Sam said.

They drove on in silence, both thinking about the digging there was to be done later.

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