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Chapter 3

Sam stumbled back towards the hotel, his breath hitching in his throat and his body aching all over. He didn't know whether he wanted to throw up or pass out.

He wanted so badly just to stop and catch his breath, but he could barely stand and he'd decided he could wait until he was safe inside the hotel room.

He reached the car park. His goal was in sight. He fumbled with his key, unable to still his shaking hands long enough to slide the key into the lock. Finally! Success! The key slid home and with a quick turn Sam got the door open.

In his disoriented state Sam failed to notice that the lights were on in his room, and the television was mumbling in the background. Slowly Sam's vision went dark and his legs crumpled. He didn't feel his brother catch him.

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Dean watched Sam sleep. The younger mans face would have appeared to be quite peaceful, if it wasn't for the bruises that mottled the smooth skin of his face. Dean had checked out most of Sam's injuries and from what he could see the damage wasn't too great. It was what he couldn't see that worried him. He hoped that Sam's lack of consciousness was due to shock and not some unseen internal injury.

He felt the first niggling of guilt gnawing at him. He shouldn't have just let Sam leave like that. He shouldn't have continued driving. He should have turned around and followed Sam at once. He was supposed to protect his little brother.

Dean had nearly driven to the next town before his conscience got to him, making him turn around. He didn't know why he'd done it, maybe it was the look on Sam's face as he turned and walked off? The look of pain mingled with the frustration he felt towards Dean at that moment. Dean couldn't let it rest, not this time. He had turned around and driven back towards the spot where he had left Sam, then on towards the town in that direction.

With each parting moment Dean felt his gut sink and he couldn't help but think that something was wrong. Nonsense, he told himself, Sam can take care of his own skin. He's fine! He reached the town and pulled up the Impala next to a phone box. Climbing quickly out of the car he went to search the phone book for the address of the first hotel. Climbing back into the Impala he hoped that Sam had chosen the first motel, and not chosen another one just to spite his older brother.

Within minutes Dean was pulling into the car park and leaping from the car. He walked the short distance to the office and made his way inside.

"Hello Sir, how may I help you?"

"I'm looking for my brother; Jim Rockford. I believe he checked in a small while ago." Dean smiled politely at the young female who stood behind the desk. She was fiddling with her ash brown hair, wrapping and curling the tresses around her finger, before letting it fall back to its original place, where it rested on her shoulders in perfection. Her bright blue eyes were prominent against her pale, ashen complexion, which was coloured by soft, rose tinted cheeks. The smile that crept across her face only increased the beauty she possessed.

"I'll just check for you." She tapped a few keys on her computer before she looked at him with a huge, bright, smile. "He's in room 32. Is there anything else I can help you with?" She grinned at him, causing Dean to raise his eyebrows in response. Then he shook his head. He'd check on Sammy first.

"I'll get back to you on that." He winked at the girl then left the office.

He found Sam's room quickly and knocked on the door. No one answered and the lights were all off. He tried the handle; it was locked. Easy fixed, he went back to his car and grabbed the lock pick kit. Within moments he was inside. As he had been beginning to suspect, Sam wasn't inside. He's probably gone to find food. Dean reasoned as he turned on the telly to wait for his brother. He didn't have to wait long.

Not half an hour later Dean heard the scratching of someone trying to fit a key into a lock. The scratching continued, Sam seemed to be having trouble with the simple task of unlocking a door. Oh God, Dean thought, he's drunk. He remembered back to the last time Sam had been drunk, not fun.

He got up to open the door but Sam had finally got the key in. He stumbled into the room and Dean's mouth fell open in shock. Bruises were already forming on Sam's face and his shirt was caked with dried blood. Sam swayed and Dean rushed to catch him as his brother's legs gave way.

Dean waited by Sam's bed. Looking for any sign of Sam waking up.

"C'mon Sammy, wake up." Dean nudged Sam's shoulder and was rewarded with a slight flicker of Sam's eyelids. He shook Sam again, more determined to wake him up. This time Sam gave a low groan.

"That's it Sammy, time to get up. Up, now!"

Sam opened his eyes then groaned again, sluggishly moving his arm up to shield his eyes from the bright-lit room.

"Dean" He croaked.

"Yeah, Sam, I'm here. What the hell happened to you man?"

Dean helped Sam to sit up. Sam gave a small gasp as the movement jarred his sore body.

"I got jumped by some crazy gang. They attacked me for no reason at all and started accusing me of… something. I think it was about ghosts." Sam wracked his brain trying to remember what they'd been talking about. His eyes flew wide with surprise when he finally remembered.

"You ok?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, yeah," Sam assured him. "They accused me of being a tourist. Saying that I'd come to see the ghosts. They don't like tourists Dean."

"I can see that Sam. Now what did they say about ghosts?"

"I dunno, just that I was here to see them and that they didn't like people like me. Do you think they're real ghosts? This could be our sort of thing."

"It could be. Look, you should get some rest. You're gunna be sore tomorrow. We'll check it out then, ok?" Dean tried to get Sam to lie down.

"Yeah, m'kay" Sam's words slurred as sleep over took him and his eyes closed.

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Dean sat in front of the laptop, the light from the screen illuminating his face in the dark. He had been looking up recent newspapers from the area. The news wasn't good. He was having a hard time wrapping his head around it.

Finally he turned the laptop off. Tomorrow they'd ask around town, carefully, and see what else they could dig up.

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