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The Hamilton Inn
Chapter six
Later that night
Dean suddenly awoke to the sound of his brother tossing and turning and talking in his sleep.
"No!....Don't !....Get away from her!...."
Dean jumped out of bed and went to his brother.
"Sam…."
"Let her alone!"
"Sammy wake up!" Dean shook his brother's shoulder and was rewarded by a punch to his jaw as Sam sprang up in the bed. "Damn it Sam it's me!"
"Dean?"
"Yeah who else would it be?" Dean asked as he rubbed his jaw.
"Sorry." Sam reached over and turned on the table light. It was then Dean saw the blood trickling out of his brother's nose.
"You're bleeding Sam." Dean handed him a tissue.
"Thanks." Sam dabbed at the blood under his nose then pinched the bridge of his nose as a sharp pain shot through his head.
"Headache?"
"Yeah." Sam winced as he waited for the pain to subside.
Dean handed him a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.
"Thanks." Sam poured six aspirin into his hand and washed them down with the water.
"You better ease up on the aspirin buddy….I hear they can cause internal bleeding."
Sam gave his brother a little smile.
"And who told you that?"
"That pretty nurse I met a few months back, the one at that haunted hospital."
"Oh." Sam leaned back on the bed.
"What were you dreaming about?"
"It was weird….. it was like I was standing there watching…like someone was showing it to me."
"What?"
"I was seeing one of Hamilton's ceremonies."
"So I guess he really did practice black magic."
"Well according to my dream he did."
"Tell me about it."
"He was in the basement here at the inn with a bunch of his followers. They were all dressed in black robes. He was standing at an altar and his followers were standing in front of him. Between them was this girl tied to a table. The whole group began chanting and then ….then he came down from the altar and….. "
"And what?"
"He cut her heart out."
"What happened next?"
Sam thought for awhile.
"The next thing I can remember the whole upstairs burst into flames. People were screaming and ….and they were trapped they couldn't get out."
"Mrs. Hamilton's spirit, burning the place down."
"Yeah I think so."
"So she did try to kill all the members of his cult, that's why she started the fire."
"It seems like it."
"Did she try to communicate with you?"
Sam couldn't think straight as he squeezed his eyes shut as another sharp pain shot through his head.
"Who?" He asked as he reached for even more aspirin. His head felt like it was going to blow off his shoulders and for a second he lost his concentration.
"Hamilton's wife." Dean could see the pain on Sam's face. "You okay?"
"I'm find, just this damn headache…..I don't think she tried to communicate…at least not that I was aware of."
"You didn't see her at all?"
"No….well I don't think so."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"I think I….well I thought I could sense her presence, but I didn't actually see her."
"She didn't try to hurt you this time?"
"No, no one did, I was just there watching things happen. … Like someone wanted to show me what had happened that day. I don't think anyone in the dream even knew I was there…..then you woke me up."
"Well I say we talk to some of the older people in town who might have been around during the two fires and see what they have to say about it."
"Only one more day and they're going to hold that dance. …We got to stop it Dean."
"We will." Dean had no idea how, but he knew if they didn't something terrible was going to happen.
TBC