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The Hamilton Inn

Chapter five

Dean didn't like the idea of Sam trying to reason with the spirit. The only thing that would probably do would be to open himself up to who knew what. He made up his mind that he was going to stay by his brother's side no matter what, he wasn't about to let Sam go wandering off by himself. He knew his brother would put himself in danger with no thought to his own safety to help others, but he could also get himself killed doing it and Dean wasn't about to let that happen.

Since it was late they decided to get some rest and deal with the inn in the morning. Dean took his shower then lay down on the bed and turned on a game while Sam was showering. There was hardly any hot water left when Sam stepped into the shower.

"Yeow!" Sam screamed as he stepped beneath the cold water. "Thanks for leaving me some hot water jerk!" Sam shouted out to his brother while he quickly tried to shower before he froze to death.

Dean laughed to himself. The water had already started to turn cold when he finished showering and he knew it would take awhile to heat up again.

"Oh …Don't you have hot water?" He shouted back to Sam trying to hide the laughter from his voice.

"You know damn well I don't!" Sam was already shivering. "Damn it Dean!" He swore when he noticed the drain also didn't seem to be working. Even though he didn't have a plug in the drain, water was quickly filling up the tub. Now he didn't only have to shower in cold water….now he had to stand in it too.

"Damn it Dean!" He shouted again.

Sam figured it was too cold to bother with the shower so he stepped out and wrapped a towel around himself. He had just started to reach for the doorknob when he felt a force push him backward. He lost his balance and fell back into the tub. He had just begun to climb out when he felt hands around his throat pushing him back into the water. He struggled frantically to try and free himself but it was useless. He could feel hands holding him under the water, hands that weren't there. Sam pounded his fist on the tub hoping to attract Dean's attention. He couldn't believe that after all the creatures they had hunted; this might be the way he was going to die.

Dean could hear the thuds coming from the bathroom. His first thought was that Sam was trying to lure him into the bathroom so that he could shove him in the cold shower to get back at him for using all the hot water.

"I'm not going to fall for it Sam." He shouted toward the door. At first he sat back and tried to ignore the thuds but then he remembered the incident on the beach a few hours earlier. He climbed off the bed and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Sam?" When his brother didn't answer he tried the doorknob but it was locked. "Damn it Sam answer me! … If this is some kind of joke I'm going to kill you!" …But what if it wasn't a joke? "Sam! …. Sammy!" He could feel the panic building up in him. He started throwing himself against the door trying to break it open until finally it gave way. His eyes widened when he saw Sam thrashing around under the water in the tub, his hands clawing at nothing. He hurried to the tub and tried to pull his brother out but a force tossed him away. He could see Sam was fighting a losing battle as his struggle was becoming weaker and weaker. There was only one thing he could do. He ran back to the bedroom and pulled one of their sawed off salt guns out from under the bed. If anyone questioned the noise he'd say it was his car backfiring. He quickly ran back to the bathroom and fired the gun right above the tub. A second later Sam popped up to the surface gasping for air. Dean helped him out of the tub.

"That does it!" Dean said once he was sure his brother was okay. "You're out of here!"

"What?"

"Sam, something is obviously trying to kill you. …. I'll handle this case alone."

"Like hell you will….I'm not going anywhere."

"Sam this bitch has zeroed in on you for some reason and wants you dead…. I want you out of here."

"And where am I suppose to go?"

"Go to the next town….We'll meet up later when this is over."

"And leave you here to fight this thing alone?... No way."

"I can handle it."

"Dean I'm not going anywhere. This thing is obviously dangerous and I'm not about to leave you here to fight it alone."

"Sam…."

"I'm staying Dean."

Dean knew it was useless to argue with his brother. Sam had changed in the last few months and Dean knew he couldn't boss him around anymore. Sam was going to do what he wanted to do and he couldn't stop him without taking the risk of getting into a full blown brawl which he wasn't sure he could win.

"Okay, but watch your back and stay away from water unless I'm with you."

"Okay…..but you're not taking a shower with me."

Dean shook his head and allowed himself a small smile trying to ease the tension in the room a little.

"Believe me, what you got I don't want to see."

TBC