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Chapter 4

The morning light streamed through the threadbare curtains to where it settled on the still form of Samuel Winchester. As the light hit his eyes he gave a long groan and scrunched up his face.

"Ah, the sleeping beauty awakes."

Sam's only response was to scrunch his face up in pain. Every word Dean spoke drove nails into his scull.

"Come on Sam, up you get. I need to re-check your injuries, and make sure I didn't miss anything."

Sam felt the mattress dip on his left as Dean sat down beside him. He groaned, telling Dean he was awake and to go away. A spike of pain went through him as Dean prodded at a particularly painful bump on his head. Sam slowly sat up and swatted Dean's hands away.

"I'm fine Dean, they're just bruises."

"I'm sure you are," Dean was sarcastic, but Sam really did seem to be okay. "So, you were jumped by a crazy gang who thought you wanted their ghosts, or the towns ghosts or, someone's ghosts."

Sam nodded in agreement. "It's a bit hazy, but something like that. You think we've got something?"

Dean stood and retrieved the laptop. He handed it to Sam, "here, I did some searching, dug up a few newspaper articles and I found this."

Sam scrunched up his face from the bright computer screen and read.

"Hundreds of reports have been coming in to both the police station, and the newsroom. The residents of Mortedale are seeing dead people. Witnesses from our own staff here at Daily Mortedale have confirmed sightings of deceased loved ones.

Stranger still, as off the last report, residents who lost their loved ones more than two months ago, have not confirmed any sightings…"

Dean took the computer back, "and this." He clicked the mouse to another page, this one had a picture of a young woman, at least mid twenties.

"Miss Jackson was the first to make an official sighting report on Tuesday the 28th of July.

"It sounds so crazy, and at first I thought I was imagining it," she told us in an exclusive interview. "We'd only just lost him, and I thought it was just part of the grief, but then Mum said she could see him… and then, the craziest thing, my neighbours little girl said 'hello' to him."

Susie O'Conor was later interviewed…"

"This had pretty much been done for us." Dean commented, "but I think we need to interview that girl, Ashley. Would you look at that picture!"

Sam looked, she was pretty, long dirty blonde hair curled down past her face and she had large intelligent eyes. She wasn't smiling in the picture but she had fine crinkles around her eyes, suggesting maybe she'd been laughing before the photo was taken.

Nevertheless, they weren't there for fun or chatting up girls. He frowned at Dean, "we don't really need to interview her, we've got enough info from the two articles."

Dean laughed and snatched the computer away, "Look at this girl. She needs me…us… And Sammy, you can never have too much information about a hunt. Now get your lazy ass up, we're burning sunlight."

Dean grabbed his bags and opened the front door. "Well I'm gunna go! You can just stay here." Dean walked out and moments later the Impala roared to life.

Sam grabbed his stuff. "Yeah, I'm coming. And it's Sam!"

Tap, tap, tap. Ashley put down her book. "I'm coming" she called out, knowing full well the people at the front door couldn't hear her.

"Don't open that". Ashley's brother had followed her down the hall. "You know it'll be more reporters."

"Go away!" Ashley told him, "I'm ignoring you".

She opened the front door.

"Hi, I'm Dean and this is my partner Sam. We run a small magazine and we were wondering if you could spare a few minutes and answer a few questions?"

"Um… Hi…yeah…come in" Ashley could only stare at the two gorgeous guys at her front door. Ashley's brother moved to close the door. "Actually, no, you can't come in" Ashley glared at him before turning to Dean and Sam. "Just ignore him, come in, would you like a cup of tea?" The words just kept pouring out of Ashley's mouth. Calm down girl. She thought to herself. It's not like you've never seen a hot guy before! She moved to let Sam and Dean in. "Just follow me to the kitchen".

Once seated at the table Sam said. "Um, we heard about your brother's death, I know what it's like to lose someone close to you. Do you mind if we ask some questions?"

Ashley and her brother exchanged a glance. "Sure," said Ashley, "go ahead".

"Ok," Dean started, "your brother, his name was Ben? By the way, I didn't catch your names…"

"I'm Ashley and this is… um…"

Dean was staring open mouthed at Ashley's brother who had reached across the table to shake hands.

"Uh… Dude," Dean stammered, "there's a table sticking out your belly!"

Ashley's brother looked down in shock, and then leapt backwards.

"This is Ben" Ashley finished, "He died a month ago".

"He what?" Dean cried out in disbelief.

"For the last 2 weeks, people who are supposed to be dead have just been turning up everywhere. And I'm not the only one who can see them, you can, everyone can!"

Ashley glanced across at Ben, and then lowered her voice to a whisper. "It's not right, not natural." She looked at Sam's notebook. "You guys aren't journalists are you?" She asked. "You haven't written a single thing but the other journo's couldn't get enough of this stuff."

Realising their mistake Sam sighed. "No we're not journalists, but," he glanced at Dean who nodded slightly, "we think we can help you, umm… you could say we track down…unusual things and try to…make them right".

"Well," said Dean, "that was awkward. You think we got something Sammy?"

"Yeah, considering there are dead people running around, yes, I think we got something. By the way, it's Sam, Sammy is a chubby…"

"… a chubby 12 year old." Dean answered. "You've told me and besides," Dean smirked, "You were a chubby 12 year old."

Dean laughed as Sam spluttered, "I was not, anyway, you wore braces!"

Dean feigned hurt. "Me? Wear braces? Never. I'm hurt that you'd suggest such a thing, but hey, chicks dig nice, straight, pearly whites." Dean grinned, showing his teeth then winked at Sam before pulling up outside a library. "This is your stop."

Sam got out of the car and grabbed the laptop. "Tell me again why I've got to stay here and research while you get to ask around?" Sam asked as he shut the door.

"Because, Sammy, You are a geek and you enjoy that stuff. Bye now."

Dean gunned the motor and drove off. Sam sighed and shook his head before entering the library.

"Hey there, I'm writing an article for the paper and was wondering if I could talk to you about these ghost sightings?" Slam. Dean stepped back just in time to avoid breaking his nose on the door. "I guess that's a 'no' then." He muttered to himself. No one wanted to talk. Dean looked around at the busy street. People walking around, they all looked so alive, but how many of them weren't? How many of them were spirits? Dean walked to the next door. He decided to try another tactic. Knock, knock

"Hello," Dean gave the lady his brightest smile, "are you by any chance dead?" His question was met by a blank stare.

"No? That's good. I was wondering if you could answer a couple of questions?" Slam

Jeez, thought Dean, This just isn't my day. One more door then I'm out.

Why won't these ghosts leave? Sam was tapping at his laptop, looking through old newspapers, trying to find out why this town was seeing ghosts.

"Can I help you?" Sam looked up at the librarian.

"Umm…actually…I was wondering if you could tell me about the ghosts? Have there been any violent deaths recently?"

The librarian hesitated. "Sorry dear. Have you checked the papers?"

Sam nodded. This is going nowhere. I'm out. Hope Dean is having better luck.

Next update is hopefully coming soon. It's written, I'm just waiting to finish another chapter after it.