Mrs. Robinson Chapter Three

Warning- This story is rated M, for erotic content. Mrs. Robinson is a ghost known for attacking males and due to the fact that Sam is a teenager, we felt the need to warn you.

Dean couldn't quite believe his eyes. He'd gone out, in search of some New Orleans flavored fun and frolics and had returned to find his kid brother was getting himself a little action. The soft moans he could hear through the hotel room door had made him huff in disbelief because no way, not his Sammy, not...on the only bed!

Without being concerned that he might be interrupting something, which if Dean was honest, didn't happen to Sam often enough, Dean pushed the door open to find Sam pinned against the wall. He wasn't pinned by some hot young thing but by a goddamn ghost.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled furiously because even from where he was standing by the door he could see Sam struggling, eyes wide and filled with fear.

Dean scrambled through his pockets, finding nothing but a folded napkin with a telephone number written in eye-liner. Dean made a dive for one of the duffels and pulled out a bag of rock salt. Reaching in he grabbed a hasty handful and quickly threw the salt towards the spectral figure—who hadn't once ceased in her attack on his brother and was currently slowly running her hands up and under Sam's t-shirt.

The salt hit its target, scattering over Sam in the process, and the spirit evaporated in a hiss of curling black smoke which quickly dissipated without lingering in the air. The moment her hold on Sam was released he crumpled, falling to his hands and knees on the floor. Dean scurried over, putting one hand on Sam's back and the other on Sam's chin, tipping his brother's face up into the light so he could check Sam's eyes.

He was met with hazels which were slightly glassy and Sam's lips looked swollen and blood red. "Holy shit, Sammy. Are you okay?"

It seemed to take Sam a few seconds to process Dean's question. But it didn't take long for Dean to see his little brother coming back to him. Sam shook his head, wiped a hand across his mouth and then blushed fiercely. "I...I really want to take a shower."

Dean pursed his lips. They should get their asses in gear and get to work to try and find out what the fuck was going on. Why Mrs Robinson--because that had to have been the over-amorous spirit fondling his kid brother--hadn't gone. They'd done the ritual, word for word, so by rights Mrs Robinson should be sitting on a cloud plucking on a damn harp by now or burning in the flames of hell if her reputation was any indication. But Dean couldn't deny Sam a shower, not when his brother looked so young and vulnerable. Because a hot and heavy session with a lady was fine, in Dean's eyes - totally awesome, but hot and heavy sessions with someone who's been dead for years...yeah, that was plenty creepy.

"Go take a shower, I'll get the salt-gun and keep watch." Dean said, frowning at the sight of Sam repeatedly rubbing at his arms as though trying to get warm. "Sammy, you're okay? Right?"

Sam stopped rubbing at the goose-pimples covering his skin and looked up at Dean through his bangs. "Yeah, I'm just...it was weird, Dean. When she touched me it wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it wasn't exactly nice either." Sam hung his head. "I tried to stop her." He added quietly, still evidently embarrassed about the whole thing.

"Yeah, I know you did, kiddo. Go get that shower. I'll be right here." Dean rifled through the duffel bag, pulling out the sawn-off which he favored on hunts and sat down on the edge of the bed. "If the bitch comes back, bang!" Dean said, cocking back the hammer.

Sam gave him a small smile. Dean could be awesome sometimes. He hadn't ragged him about getting felt up by the undead which, had it been anyone other than Sam as the victim, Dean would probably have had a field-day making endless fun. Sam nodded gratefully and headed into the bathroom. He wouldn't mention it to Dean but it took him a good twenty minutes before he felt safe enough to strip out of his clothes and step under the spray of steaming hot water. There were bruises forming on his arms, from where Mrs Robinson's fingers had dug like a pincer into his skin. Sam closed his eyes and tried not to look at them.

-0-

When Sam got out of the shower, shivering, he wrapped a soft white towel around his waist and walked back into the bedroom. Dean was still sitting on the bed, leant against the headboard. His sawn-off was laid across his lap and Sam could see Dean's lips working. In his hand he held a scrap of paper and Sam realized then that Dean was repeating the cleansing ritual.

Sam dressed, watching as Dean finished the incantation which, as before, ended unspectacularly without any real sign that it had worked. Sam picked up the EMF meter and flicked it on. Nothing. When Sam looked back at his brother he noticed that Dean looked troubled. "What is it, Dean?"

"I just don't get it. There's no bones to burn and this ritual is meant to be fool-proof." Dean grinned when Sam raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, laugh it up, wiseass. I'm not a fool, I've checked this ritual three times and we didn't make any mistakes. Anyway, I've just done a repeat performance so maybe we'll not see her again. Maybe it's worked this time."

Sam flopped down on the bed, shoving against Dean's leg to try and make some space.

"You really think she's not coming back?"

-0-

Dean wanted to reassure Sam, but in reality he wasn't sure. "I hope not."

Sam nodded and took on the geek boy problem solving face.

"Dude don't think so hard, you might break something." Dean was trying to keep things light after what his brother had experienced earlier.

Sam huffed. "I was just going over everything that we know in my head. Surely we just missed something."

"If it were only that easy. So are you really okay Sam?" Dean didn't like how pale his brother still appeared.

"As okay as can be expected. If you hadn't shown up, I might have lost my ..." Sam stopped mid-sentence and Dean could see a red blush now bringing color to his little brother's face.

"Yeah, we don't want a ghost making you a man." Dean snarked back.

"Shut up Dean, I don't want to discuss my sex life with you." Sam's face became almost crimson with embarrassment.

"Sorry Samantha. So what could we have missed with this one?"

"I was thinking about Old Man Jenkin's ghost. Remember when he was killed, they didn't do a good clean up job and part of his scalp was wedge behind the bed?"

"How can I forget that one, I'm the one who found his scalp remember? That was so gross. But you're on to something Sammy, like Dad said that day, sometimes objects, or in that case body parts, get left behind and that tethers a spirit to the place they died."

"So do you want to look behind the bed or should I?" Sam asked with a smirk.

"Oh you are so doing the honors this time little brother!" Dean huffed back.

"Okay, but first help me pull the bed away from the wall so that I can see behind the headboard." Sam stood up and Dean followed him to the foot of the bed. They gave it a good tug and the bed moved a couple of inches.

"All yours Geek Boy." Dean folded his arms in front of him as he watched his brother slowly approach the headboard.

-0-

Sam moved slowly to the headboard and immediately noticed something glimmering under the hotel room's lights. He slowly bent down and picked up the item. It was a necklace, or to be more precise it was a heart shaped locket on a gold chain.

Dean's eyes widened at the find. "Dude, do you think that belonged to our ghost?"

Before Sam could answer his brother there was a voice that spoke from behind him. "Why yes Dean, that would belong to me. Thank you so much for retrieving it for me my sweet Samuel."

Sam didn't have time to react as he was spun around to face the spirit. She tried to take the locket from his hand but Sam's instincts kicked in and he tossed the item to his brother.

"Now Sam, you shouldn't have done that." The ghost purred into his ear.

Sam's hands flew to his throat as Mrs Robinson's icy fingers closed around his neck and before he even knew what was happening, he was flying through the air. Sam barely managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of his brother's face, red with a fury hotter than hell, before he hit the wall by the window with a resounding thud.

"You'll pay for that lady. No actually 'lady' is too polite, make that bitch."

Dean's voice, as though coming from a great distance away, was all Sam could hear as he tried to pull himself up off the floor. His vision was blurring, making the room twist and contort like staring into a fun house mirror.

Suddenly he felt Dean right next to him placing a steadying grip on his bicep. As Dean helped Sam to stand, he thrust the locket into the back pocket of Sam's jeans and gave his kid brother a careful shove in the direction of the door. "Sammy, burn the damn thing, I'll distract her." Dean hissed through his teeth.

"Come on bitch, you liked playing with my brother but why don't you come and see if you can have fun with me. I know lots of games..." Dean gave Sam one last frantic gesture, his thumb motioning towards the door, before holding out his arms. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." Dean growled. "You want your little fake gold piece of shit trinket so badly, well come and get it."

Sam's legs felt like Jello as he pulled the hotel room door open and stumbled out into the corridor. He heard a piercing female scream and half-chuckled to himself, knowing that Mrs Robinson had clearly just been on the receiving end of a face-full of salt. When he made it to the top of the staircase, Sam found himself looking down at Mr. Broadbent. "We've just had a call at reception about a commotion."

"Commotion? That's an understatement. You need to clear all your guests off this floor Mr. Broadbent." Sam said, one hand tightening around the stair banister for support.

Mr. Broadbent frowned at Sam's words but his frown grew more serious when he noticed the thin trickle of blood trailing down Sam's neck. "You're hurt?"

"Hit my head but I'm fine, I've had worse...please get your guests out. Dean's holding off the ghost but he can only manage for so long before he's going to have to start using the salt gun."

"Gun! Christ Almighty! Okay...I'll do it." Mr. Broadbent face had paled to a sickly white and he quickly scuttled away back in the direction of the reception.

Sam nodded his thanks before continuing down the stairs, stumbling a little as he reached the bottom step. The heavy gold locket was an uncomfortable lump in his pocket but the burden of responsibility, the need to make sure he got rid of the thing before something bad happened to Dean, was the heaviest weight on Sam' mind as he hurried out of the hotel and into the bustling street.

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Dean was standing in the dead center of the room, a bag of salt in one hand, his other hand clenched in a tight fist attempting to appear as though he was holding the locket within it. Mrs Robinson had vanished into thin air after being on the receiving end of a handful of rock salt but Dean wasn't about to take any chances by becoming complacent. She wanted the locket and wouldn't give up easily.

Dean turned a slow circle and sucked in a breath of air which felt suddenly cold as it hit the back of his throat. When he breathed out a tiny cloud of vapor appeared. "Shit..."

Dean raised his arm to throw the salt but before he had the chance to actually find out in which direction he needed to aim, he received a hard punch to the jaw. As he dropped onto his hands and knees a boot with a sharp stiletto heel kicked him in the chest. Dean collapsed the rest of the way down to face plant on the carpet. Groaning he rolled on to his back. Mrs Robinson was on him in a heartbeat, straddling his hips and reaching for his hand. He tried to buck her off but she was so damn strong for a dead lady that his attempts were ineffective.

"You're a liar." She shrieked as she forced Dean's fingers open to reveal an empty hand. She punched him again, drawing bright red blood from his nose and with a bellow of pure anger, she punched him one last time knocking him unconscious with the force of the blow.

"I hope you're a fast runner Sammy, because I'm coming after you."

-0-

Sam hit the exit doors of the hotel, looking for the best route to take and was immediately struck by the fact that moving fast during Mardi Gras was really not an option.

Crowds of people were everywhere he turned. Cursing softly to himself, he tried to decide where would be the place to go to destroy the locket.

Sam could see a bonfire in the distance along the water, but that was going to take a bit of time to get there and he didn't want to leave Dean at the ghost's mercy for that long.

He then decided that if he couldn't find a fire maybe he needed to set one. Sam cursed again when he realized that he didn't have a clue where the Impala was parked, and didn't have the keys anyway. There was no way for him to get to their supplies.

Sam quickly re-entered the hotel and had Mr. Broadbent paged. The harried man quickly appeared, letting Sam know that the floor around their room had been cleared.

Sam nodded. "That's great. But I need a favor, I need to burn this locket." Sam held the locket up quickly for the older man to see. "Is there anyway I could get some matches and lighter fluid? I was thinking I could maybe set a fire in one of the trash barrels out back."

Mr. Broadbent gave Sam a quizzical look and blinked it away. "Son, you can have whatever you need to get rid of the menace upstairs. Follow me."

Sam was impressed at how fast the manager could move. They quickly hit the supply closet and Sam grabbed his needed supplies.

Mr. Broadbent helped Sam carry old towels and the flammables out back to the dumpsters. Once near a large black barrel, Mr. Broadbent dumped his burden next to it.

"Sam can you handle this? I need to get back."

"Yeah, in fact I'd feel better if you did in case she shows up again, I don't want you to get hurt." Sam replied as he began to toss the towels and other flammables into the barrel.

Mr. Broadbent swallowed hard and nodded. "Be careful kid." And then he was gone.

-0-

Helen had taken a moment to regroup. The two brothers had really given her some hard hits, but she was stronger and would end up on top. Hopefully on top of the younger brother.

Hiding in the shadows, she watched as the older brother ran towards the front doors of the hotel, launching himself outside, evidently after his brother.

Helen started to follow until she heard a strained voice behind her.

"Mr. Winchester, Dean wait!" The silly manager of the hotel had tried in vain to stop the elder Winchester boy, and once he realized that the older brother was gone he collapsed behind the front counter.

Helen stopped wondering why the manager was so determined to stop Dean.

A young clerk behind the desk looked at the manager with worry. "Everything okay Mr. Broadbent?"

"Uh, it could be better. If Mr. Winchester comes back through, let him know his brother is out back behind the dumpsters, okay? I need to check the second floor for damage." Mr. Broadbent sighed and started for the elevators.

"Sure thing, Mr. Broadbent." The clerk answered as the manager disappeared.

Oh so my sweet boy is out back by himself. Helen was excited at the prospect of a second go around with sweet Sam.

She wasted no time finding her sweet boy.

TBC

A/N: Sorry for the delay in our update, I was feeling under the weather this past weekend. Thanks again to all the wonderful reviews!