Sam and Dean were still standing in the hall a few minutes later, when Emily ran into the hallway screaming.
"Help!" The young girl screeched, running over to Doctor Stevenson. "The ghost tried to hurt me!"
Dean and Sam exchanged looks while the doctor and a nurse tried to calm down the six-year-old.
"He said if I went home, he'd throw me out the window!" The girl screamed. "Please, I don't want to get throwed out the window, I can't fly!"
"A few minutes ago, she said there wasn't any ghosts." Dean said.
"Damnit." Sam growled.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Think about it, Dean." Sam said, his voice hard. "The dolls, bed wetting, lying about how she was injured, and then this. She doesn't want to go home."
"She's being abused." Dean said, anger evident in his voice.
"We should take the dolls and soiled sheets to the police." Sam said.
"We can't risk them siding with Patterson." Dean said. "Money has been known to buy people."
"Then who do we go too?"
"Dallas is about five hours from here." Dean said. "We go there and talk to the Texas Rangers, they have jurisdiction all over Texas."
"Didn't you and Dad work with them when I was in collage?" Sam asked. "I read something about it in Dad's journal."
"Yeah, police were being killed by a vengeful sprit. It was about four years ago."
They watched as the young girl finally calmed down and was lead further down the hallway and into another room.
"Come on." Dean said. "We need to do some digging, she's safe right now." Then he saw the nurse who had helped calm the child down. She was in her late twenties and very attractive. "Change of plans. Wait for me in the car, I'm going to question the nurse."
"Dean." Sam sighed.
"It's work related." Dean assured his younger brother.
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Sam jumped slightly when the driver's side door opened.
"Dude." He said, as Dean slid into the driver's seat. "It's been over half an hour."
"I was working." Dean smirked. "When this is over, I say we swing back by here. She's got a sister if you want her to set you up."
"I think I'll pass."
"Suite yourself."
"What did you learn?"
"Her name is Marcy, she loves John Grisham novels, she….."
"About the case." Sam sighed.
"Oh." Dean's smile vanished, his eyes grew cold. "Thomas Patterson and Lakeford's only doctor are good buddies, known each other since they were in preschool."
"So any injuries Emily has are treated very confidently." Sam said.
"Lakeford's mayor is Sara Patterson's uncle." Dean said. "And almost the entire town is indebted to the Patterson's in one way or another."
"Okay." Sam said. "Then we're going to Dallas."
"I want to do a little snooping first, while Emily is safe at the clinic."
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That night, the two brothers broke into the small medical office in Lakeford. They went into Doctor Hank Ritter's office and started going throw his files.
"Find anything?" Dean asked, as he searched the doctor's desk drawers.
"Not yet." Sam replied, as he flipped through the files in a filing cabinet.
"Well I do." Dean smirked, as he shown his flashlight over a stack of papers. "Every month, ten thousand dollars is transferred into Ritter's bank account. The money comes from a Caiman Islands account."
"He's blackmailing the Patterson's." Sam said. "Some childhood friend."
"If he's blackmailing them, then he has to have proof about the abuse." Dean said.
"Not in here." Sam said, shutting the last drawer. He scanned the room and saw a painting handing on the wall. "Wall safe." He said, as he walked over and removed the painting.
Sam quickly broke into the safe and pulled out a thick manila envelope. Dean stood behind him and shown his flashlight at the pictures that Sam removed.
"Son of a bitch." Dean growled as Sam flipped trough the pictures. They documented the abuse that young Emily had suffered. In one picture, she had a black eye and a large bruise on her cheek, in another picture she had her left arm in a sling and a busted lip, in yet another picture there was a fist sized bruise on her back.
Sam stuffed the pictures back into the envelope. "We have proof." He said, his voice thick with emotion. "We can't risk Emily going back to those sick…."
"I know Sammy." Dean cut him off. "We grab her tonight from the clinic and take her to Dallas, we can't wait for the Rangers to get here."
"Let's go." Sam said.
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Dean and Sam snuck to the back of the clinic and Sam picked the lock, then they silently made their way inside. They walked down the hallway and then quickly pressed themselves against the wall when they heard voices.
They waited until the voices faded away, then continued down the hall, smiling when they saw that the front desk was vacant, and that there was a white coat hanging on the back of a chair.
"This place really needs to overhaul its security." Dean said, as he slipped the coat on, and pulled out an access pass card from its pocket.
Sam quickly started typing on the computer, "Emily is in room one nineteen."
They found the room, and walked inside. Emily was sitting in bed with her knees pulled to her thin chest, her small arms were wrapped around her knees.
"Hey Emily." Dean said, softly as he walked over to her. "Remember me, I'm Dean."
Emily just stared straight ahead.
"Emily." Dean said again, gently reaching out and touching her arm. "We are here to help, we won't let your parents hurt you anymore."
The little girl looked at him with wide eyes.
"We know that they hurt you." Dean said. "We can make them stop."
"Daddy said no one would help, that I'm bad and deserve to be hit."
"Your daddy was wrong." Dean said. "You are good, you do not deserve to be hit."
"No one can stop Daddy." She said, as a few tears ran down her cheeks. "He's Daddy."
"We can help, Emily." Dean assured her. "We can make them stop."
"How?"
"We have friends in Dallas, we are going to take you to them."
"You promise you'll make Daddy stop?"
"I promise." Dean said, as he gently picked her up.
Emily wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
"You are safe now." Dean said.
Getting out of the clinic was easy, with the aid of the access card. Within ten minutes, they were once again sitting inside the Impala and heading for Dallas.
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To Be Continued.
I will have more posted as soon as I can, and the next chapter will be longer. I hope you all enjoy it.
