Mrs. Robinson Chapter Four

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.

Sam tried not to hurry. John Winchester's voice echoed in his head. Son, we never play with fire. You take your time and do things right so that no one gets hurt.

So even though his gut wanted him to hurry, and to get this done with, his head won out. Sam slowly stoked the fire bringing it to a small roar.

It was almost hot enough for the locket, just a few more minutes.

Sam stuck his hand in his front left pocket, touching the locket and reassuring himself that it was still there and safe. Well safe for now, soon it would be gone and so would the troublesome groping ghost.

Sam shivered at the thought of Mrs. Robinson, his mind still was recovering from the earlier assault.

It took him totally by surprise when he was thrown up against the brick wall of the hotel, Mrs. Robinson staring him down.

"Miss me Baby?" She had a hand over Sam's chest trapping him against the wall, while the other snaked lower.

Sam tried to move but the ghost was too strong, and the pressure on his chest was so painful he was struggling for breath.

Cold fingers in his left front pocket let him know that the spirit had found her locket. She smiled at him and released him for a moment as she put the locket around her neck.

Sam had wanted to run, but it was all he could do to catch his breath and not slide down the wall.

"Sweet boy thanks for finding my beloved locket. I've always loved it so." Helen said after clasping the necklace on.

"It's what's holding you here Helen. If we destroy it, then you can move on." Sam whispered out in between gasps for air.

"I appreciate the concern Baby, but I like it here, especially this time of year. It's so much fun, and I plan on having lots of fun tonight." Mrs. Robinson winked and added. "With you."

Sam once again felt himself pinned up against the wall. Cold lips moved up and down his neck, sending shivers through out his body.

Helen's hand pinned him in place, and the other hand was once again working its way downward. It found his crotch and began stroking him through the jean material.

Sam was experiencing sensory overload as the ghost attacked him in such a intimate way. He was cold, his stomach was in a knot, and unfortunately his lower half was beginning to respond to the attention.

Sam couldn't help but feel that his body was betraying him once again. He tried to will the arousal away but Mrs. Robinson was talented with her hands.

An orgasm began to build and Sam feared that he might not be able to hold out much longer.

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Dean had searched for fifteen minutes in the streets with no luck. It was then that it dawned on him that Sam might have taken care of the problem in the hotel.

Doubling back, Dean rushed into the hotel and found a clerk waving him down as he entered.

"Mr. Winchester, I have a message for you. Mr. Broadbent wanted me to tell you that your brother is out back by the dumpsters."

Dean paused and nodded. "Quickest way there?"

The cute blond clerk blushed. She pointed towards the dining room. "Straight through the dining room, then straight through the kitchen. The back doors of the kitchen open up to the dumpster area."

Dean took off running once the information was relayed. He did note that later he would need to thank the cute clerk personally for her help.

Due to the party outside, the dining room was empty and the kitchen was lightly staffed. That worked in Dean's benefit as he was able to get to the dumpsters very quickly.

Once outside, he let his eyes adapt to the lighting. The first thing that Dean became aware of was that a fire had been started, and was blazing with no Sammy in sight.

He slowly made his way towards the fire, with his revolver drawn. As he got closer he spotted his brother pinned to the brick wall around the corner from the dumpsters.

His brother was pale, and Mrs. Robinson was sucking his neck. It made Dean's stomach turn and he wanted to just open fire on the bitch but that would hurt Sam, so he slowly approached.

The closer he got the more angry he became, and when he noticed that the oversexed ghost was stroking his brother he almost lost it.

He could hear his dad in his head. Never let emotions take over, it will get you killed.

Dean took a calming breath and refocused. That was when he noticed the locket was now around Mrs. Robinson's neck.

He would just need to grab it and toss it into the fire. Dean waited a moment hoping for a distraction.

Helen made her own distraction when she released her hold on Sam to use both hands to unbutton and unzip Sam's pants. Dean wanted to stop her but knew that he could better help Sam if he destroyed the locket.

So while the ghost moved in to fondle his brother, Dean made his move. Leaping forward, he pulled the necklace free, and in a move that Michael Jordan would be proud of, he deposited the locket into the flames.

He then turned, and watched as Mrs. Robinson's predatory smile turned to despair. Seconds later, she screamed as went up in flames.

Dean watched Sam start to crumble before him. The boy was sliding to the ground before Dean could stop his descent.

The shattered look on Sam's face broke Dean's heart as he reached his brother.

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Dean rested a gentle hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam didn't look up at him, instead Sam trembled at the touch and Dean crouched down on his haunches just in time to catch Sam as the younger man pitched forward, almost tumbling headlong into the dirt.

Sam was out like a light and it scared Dean, worried him like crazy to see his brother's face so ominously pale. Whatever else Mrs. Robinson had done to Sam, Dean didn't have the full story but in any case, she had left his brother sagging in his arms, limp and lifeless. He quickly checked Sam's vitals and was relieved to note that they were sluggish but reassuringly present.

It was bothering Dean that Sam didn't stir once, not even as Dean scooped him up into his arms and began carrying him back inside the grand hotel.

Dean wanted to take Sam straight to the Impala. He was fighting the strong urge just to get his brother into the car and drive away because where Sam was concerned, Dean always sought to feel like he was being proactive in his need to protect his brother. And Dean had certainly lost his taste for the glitz and glamour of Mardi Gras but more than anything Sam clearly needed bed rest and the open road—the fastest route out of New Orleans—would wait for them until Sam was fit and well enough to travel.

He carried his brother back through the kitchen, ignoring the curious glances thrown their way by the odd members of hotel staff milling around. Mr Broadbent had been waiting for them in reception and his eyes went wide at the sight of Dean carrying Sam's limp body protectively close to his chest.

"Oh my, that dear boy. He's not? Please tell me he isn't..." Mr Broadbent stuttered, hand clasped over his mouth and expression growing fraught with concern.

"No. He'll be fine. Just needs some rest. Your little problem.." Dean began, not wanting to discuss Mrs Robinson openly while a couple of Mr Broadbent's staff were watching and listening from behind the reception desk. "It's taken care of." Dean said finally, grunting as he re-positioned Sam in his arms, tightening his hold.

"Thank you." Mr Broadbent gushed. The man looked relieved and yet still flustered by recent events, he reached out a hand to shake Dean's own. Quickly dropping it when he realized Dean's arms were already fully occupied carrying his brother.

"I need to get the kid to bed but... can you move us to another room?" Dean asked, keen for Sam not to have to wake up in the room where he had been attacked.

"Certainly." Mr Broadbent nodded vigorously. He disappeared behind the reception desk and quickly reappeared, handing over a room key. "Anything you boys need, just ask. I'll have your belongings transferred." Dean's mouth opened ready to protest, knowing full well that their hidden cache of weapons wouldn't go down well with the hotel's bus boy, but Mr Broadbent quickly added. "I'll see to that personally of course."

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Their new room was lavishly decorated and more of a suite than a simple hotel room. Dean laid Sam out on one of the large queen sized beds and once again checked his brother's pulse, satisfied that although it was a little slow it was stable.

That bitch had done something to Sam, and Dean felt totally out of his league. Realeasing a heavy sigh, he dug in his pocket and fished out his cell phone, he needed to call their dad.

He paused a moment gathering his thoughts before making the call. Part of him wanted to hear his father's voice, to be reassured by it, but part of him felt like a failure making this call.

His father's number one order was to look after Sam, and Dean had failed. He had failed big time and now it was time to face the music.

Pushing speed dial, he waited for his dad to pick up, part of him hoping for the voice mail message to come up.

"Dean?"

"Dad, uh there's a problem with this hunt. Sammy's hurt and I'm not sure what to do." Dean couldn't keep the tremble from his voice.

"Take a breath Dean, calm down and tell me what happened." It amazed Dean how tender his stoic father could be sometimes, and the voice on the other end was now oozing care and concern.

"The ghost we were taking care of, it didn't go away after we performed the cleansing ritual. We thought she did, there was the normal shriek and smells. So we were pretty confident it had worked, so much so I messed up Dad." Dean swallowed hard remembering how he had walked in on the ghost attacking his brother.

"What do you mean Dean?" Dean was surprised at how calm his dad's voice remained; he had expected disappointment, not calm.

"The next night, I went out and left Sam alone. He wanted to study and I wanted to have some fun. I was so confident that the ghost was gone, but I was so wrong. I came back to ... to the ghost molesting Sam. She had him pinned to the wall. I was able to take her out with salt but poor Sam, his face." Dean ran his hand through his hair trying to pull the image of the assault from his head, but it wouldn't leave.

"So is he okay Dean? Did she physically hurt him?" Dean could detect the concern in his dad's voice.

"No Dad, he was fine physically, but he was pretty shook up. In fact I wanted to call you, but he was embarrassed by the whole thing, and seemed to be coping alright. He's a tough kid. The attack is not why I called. We hit some more snags." Dean took a deep breath steadying his nerves.

"What happened Dean?" John's voice was to the point and once again calm.

"We were puzzled why she was still with us. I tried the cleansing ritual again, but Sam brought up Old Man Jenkins. He reminded me of how literally part of Mr. Jenkins was keeping his spirit here, so we decided to focus on searching the room for something that might be trapping Mrs. Robinson's spirit. Sam found a locket and that's when the ghost reappeared. We tried to fake her out. I pretended to have the locket while Sam took off running with it. I thought she was bound to the room, but I was wrong."

"Dean, what happened to your brother?" John's voice was no longer calm, the statement came out like an order.

"She attacked him again before I could get to them. I was able to destroy the locket and she's gone, but Sam is unconscious. He was like a rag doll when I picked him up and brought him back to the room. He hasn't stirred, and his breathing and heartbeat are slow but steady. I don't know what to do Dad?" Dean's voice cracked at the last statement.

"Dean listen to me, I've run across this before. Spirits normally have some sort of agenda. This ghost was lonely and was attacking men. She probably viewed your brother as the answer. But in order for her to truly have Sam, she needed him to be a spirit. This spirit was sucking Sam's life energy from him. It sounds like you got to him just in time Dean." John sighed.

"I'm sorry I failed him, Dad." Dean looked over at his pale sibling and felt the guilt about to overwhelm him.

"You didn't fail him Dean. The hunt took an unexpected turn, that happens. I need you to let the guilt go Dean, or you'll be of no help to your brother. That's an order."

Dean took a deep calming breath, trying to follow his father's order, and pushing the pain in guilt to the back. He would deal with that later.

"Yes, sir. What do I need to do?"

"Monitor your brother, if his vitals drop, get him to a hospital. In the meantime, contact the hotel manager and have him gather you some supplies. In cases like this, it's not uncommon for the victim to become dehydrated and anemic. Sam needs lots of fluids, and foods rich in iron. He's going to want to sleep a lot and that's okay, his body is fatigued, but any moment that he's awake, you need to get him to eat and drink. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir, how long will he be like this?" Dean was starting to feel more in control of the situation; it was amazing how much knowledge his father possessed about the supernatural world.

"That depends Dean. It wouldn't surprise me if he is out of it for awhile. In fact, I think after a couple of days it would be wise to head to Jim's place. Jim can help you look after him, and provide some counseling. Sam may need counseling, and Jim would be the best person to provide that."

"Dad, the kid can talk to me." Dean winced at the whine in his voice.

"Of course he can, but let's face it Dean, he's been sexually assaulted. Under normal circumstances, I would have him see a counselor. But we don't live in the normal world and I can't have CPS, snooping around. No, Jim is the best bet. He has a degree in psychology, most priest end up doing lots of counseling. I don't want Sam mentally scarred from this experience, afraid to be with women."

"Yeah, okay Dad. We can head to Jim's. The kids going to be pissed about missing more school though." Dean was not looking forward to that argument.

"I know Dean but it can't be helped. Well, I need to go. Keep me informed and I'll grab our stuff, and join you at Jim's as soon as this hunt is done."

Dean swallowed hard, wishing that his dad could join him and Sammy sooner, it would make this much easier. "Yes sir."

"It'll be okay. Call me when Sam is up for talking."

"I will. Bye Sir."

"Bye, Son."

Dean sighed, putting his phone away. He then pulled up an armchair and took up his post, settling himself down for what he knew would be several lengthy hours of watching Sam sleeping. Beyond tedious for Dean but he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

During the next few hours, Dean efficiently cleaned and dressed the shallow cut on the back of his brother's head and Sam slept long and deep throughout the night, every now and then stirring uneasily but Dean's soothing hand on his forehead encouraged him back towards sleep and it was noon of the next day before Dean finally noticed his brother's eyelids starting to flutter awake.

Sam was groggy and confused but even in his confused state the first thing his eyes sought out was the reassuring sight of his brother. Dean looked weary, eyes dark and puffy. Hair in a state and jaw shadowed with dark stubble. "D—Dean?"

"Hey, how you feeling Casanova?" Dean snided but the sarcasm of his comment was balanced by the way in which his hand was rubbing at Sam's arm as if trying to warm the cool skin.

"Tired." Sam answered honestly. "Is—"

"Gone, resting in eternal peace." Dean answered, wanting to quickly quell the panic which had flooded his brother's gaze.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it, what am I here for after all if not to rescue the damsel in distress?"

Sam snorted. "By that I'm guessing you mean me?"

"Only damsel in the room, Sammy."

"Nice, Dean. Thanks for that."

"Come on bro, I'll order you some breakfast, the quicker we get you better the quicker we can leave."

"You mean you don't want to stick around for some Mardi Gras action?"

"I think you've had enough action for the both of us." Dean grinned, reaching out quickly to grab Sam's arm as his brother stumbled getting up from the bed.

TBC

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