False Start

Dean ran out the hospital refusing to listen to anything Sam had attempted to say to him. Dean knew it was foolish and maybe even stupid not to listen to the rest of what Sam had to say, but right now he didn't care. Sam was his only concern. He had to keep Sam safe, after all he was Sammy's protector, and they were all each other had. And even if Dean had to give his life up to kill these ghosts, he wouldn't dare hesitate, Sam was all that mattered.

"I'm sorry little brother, but I won't let you die like that. You deserve an honorable death, not this." Dean said shaking his head, "You need to finish college, start a family, and grow old with a wife by your side. I am the oldest I should die first anyway."

As Dean calmed down he realized he needed more facts. Who is this chick anyway? Why are they haunting Grey's Estate? Was she Robert's victim or was Robert her victim? If she is a victim why aren't the other victims doing the same?

"God, this was a really stupid idea Dean. What are you doing, you don't even know where Robert or the girl is buried." Dean stared at the sky. It was dawn.

Sam lies in his bed, just now realizing the immense pain he was in. "Oh, so that is why you're in the trauma wing." Sam thought to himself.

"Right now I need to find Dean, not worry about my pain." Sam muttered to himself as he swilled his legs off the side of the bed, noting the pain in his torso. Sam looked around the room, Damn it, no clothes.

Sam sat there for a minute, several thoughts going through his mind. What am I doing? I have no clothes to where. I don't have a car. I barely know where I am. I don't even know where Dean is. Maybe I should call Dean.

As Sam reached out for the phone, he heard a cry of pain escape his lips. "Ahh…What the hell?" He yelled as he reached his hand down and gripped his torso and felt a sticky, crimson liquid coat his fingertips. And at that moment a nurse trotted through the door like clockwork.

"Oh my! You aren't supposed to be out of bed. Let me help you sweetheart," The sweet and slightly plump nurse said before she let out a gasp at the sight of the liquid coating Sam's fingers. "Oh my goodness, Where is that coming from? Wait a second honey, I'll call a doctor."

"Mmmh… looks like you just pulled some of your sutures out. You should be fine. Nurse Wells will take you down to get those fixed." The doctor said pointing the plump nurse who had discovered Sam in his attempt to escape. "And then you will come back here so that you can rest. Hopefully, tomorrow we can move you out of the trauma wing. How does that sound to you Sam?"

"It would sound better if I could get out of the hospital tomorrow." Sam mumbled under his breathe.

"Sam, we cannot let you leave in your condition. It would be irresponsible on the hospital's part. You almost bleed to death. You had multiple injuries including a grade V concussion, two broken ribs, multiple lacerations along you arms and torso, and a broken wrist. Not to mention the two seizures you had. I'm sorry, but you won't be leaving anytime soon. Besides we need to monitor you for PCS."

It took an hour for Sam to get his sutures fixed, and he hated every minute of it. Dean needed his help and this damn hospital was getting in his way. As Sam was pulled back into his room he asked the nurse for the phone. He really needed Dean to hear what he had to say.

The phone rang three times before Dean answered. "Hey Sam, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Dean you took off without even hearing what I had to say." Sam exploded.

"Fine, fine what do you have to say? Dean answered trolling his eyes at how melodramatic Sam was being.

"Robert didn't kill his family, the repot was wrong. She did it Dean, and when Robert found out he killed her and then turned around and jumped of the deep end, literally."

"Do you know who 'she' is?"

"No, that is why I was calling. You need to find out who she is so we can salt and burn her bones. That should put her and Robert at rest."

"No, we should burn them both to make sure. Guess that drive to the estate was a waste of time," was Dean's last comment before they hung up the phones.

Dean couldn't believe that he had missed a victim in the Grey murders. On the other hand at least he will get to see the hot librarian again. "Hi again," were Dean's words as he spotted the librarian and walked towards her at the Circulation Desk. "I need a little more help with my research. It seems I missed someone in my research of the Grey's estate murders."

"Sure, I will be right with you, but you can head over to the computer area if you want. By the way my name is Hilary." Dean did as he was instructed as headed to the blocked of section of the library where the computers were and began to research the Grey's yet again in the uncomfortable wooden chair. It only took Hilary a couple of minutes before she joined Dean and pulled up another wooden chair.

"Okay, so, who did you miss?" she questioned.

"Another female, I don't think she was related to the family." Dean answered.

"Well, it's your lucky day because I know exactly who you missed. Her name was Samantha Barbra. She was Robert's fiancée. It was the only murder Robert confessed to. Every other murder he just pleaded the fifth." She informed.

"So why did he kill her?"

"Many people have speculated that Robert and his family were keeping a deep dark secret about Robert, and she found out. Apparently, she was murdered because she knew too much. But me, I think she killed the family out of rage, because Robert didn't tell her his secret and he in turned killed her and then killed himself. Both they both are theories, no one really knows."

"Wow, now that would make for some good television. Do you know where Samantha and Robert are buried?" Dean asked.

"Nope, but many people say they are buried on the Grey's estate. Others say they were given un-honorable deaths because they committed unforgivable sins."

"Thanks for the information Hilary." Dean said with a smile.

"What is all this for anyway?"

"My brother, He is writing a college research paper, but he had an accident and he is in the hospital. So, I told him I would help him research." Dean lied.

"I hope your brother feels better soon and I wish him luck on that paper."

"Bye and thank you again." Dean said as he turned and walked away.

"Your welcome" she whispered under her breathe as Dean walked out of the door.

Dean practically ran to the impala. He was so excited. Once he salted and burned these bones he would be able to breath knowing Sam wouldn't die, but first he had to check on Sam and tell him what he found out. And most importantly those test results.

"I really think everything might be all right after all."

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