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The Hamilton Inn

Chapter nine

"Damn her!" Dean shouted as he helped his brother up. He watched as the figure of the woman flickered in the window. It appeared to be the same spirit that had been at the beach. "What the hell does she want with you?" Dean knew that Sam's psychic abilities were more then likely linked somehow to the woman.

Sam looked up at the window then finally had to turn away when his headache became almost unbearable.

"Get the salt gun and go after her." He told Dean as he bent over and put his hands on his knees trying not to pass out from the pain.

Dean grabbed Sam by the arm and started leading him toward the inn.

"Let me here and go get her!" Sam knew it would take them forever to get back up to their room if Dean was forced to lead him all the way.

"I'm not leaving you Sam, that's just what the bitch wants" Dean wasn't about to leave his brother alone while he chased after the spirit. She had tried to kill his brother twice before and he wasn't about to let her get another chance.

"Maybe she can lead you to her grave." Sam hoped that if the spirit stayed visible she might inadvertently lead them to where she was buried. If it was close by maybe they could end this thing. Of course if she really was buried in the ocean it wouldn't end anything.

"We're doing this together." Dean continued pulling Sam toward the inn.

"I'm holding you back……go!" Sam could only walk a short way before collapsing as wave after wave of pain shot through his head.

"The bitch wants to separate us Sam and I'm not falling for it. She wants you alone so she can finish what she started on the beach." Dean helped Sam up and once more pulled him toward the inn. They finally made it into the inn and up to their room. Dean unlocked the door and raised the shot gun. …

Sam suddenly fell to his knees as blood started flowing from his nose and this time he cried out in agony, it felt like his head was going to explode. Once more a vision of that night long ago played out before him.

Sam could hear chanting coming from the basement as he walked into the inn then watched as a figure outside the walls began bolting doors and windows from the outside. The figure then crawled through the last open window and began pouring a liquid over the entire floor. But this time he reached out and grabbed the figure's arm. He saw a quick glance of its face before it pulled away and the vision faded.

"You okay Sammy?" Dean asked as he kept his eyes on the spirit.

Sam could hear his brother's concerned voice next to him but his pounding headache prevented him from answering him.

"Dean…." Sam managed to get out as he waited for his latest headache to ease up a little.

"I'm going to blast that bitch back to Hell." Dean glared at the figure which still watched them from inside their room

"No….no…."

"What do you mean no?"

Sam reached over and put his hand on Dean's salt gun and tried to lower it.

"Don't shoot her."

"Why the hell not?"

"She didn't do it."

"What?" Dean kept his eyes on the spirit but allowed Sam to lower the gun.

"I think she's trying to show me what happened that night."

"How?"

"I'm having visions. At first I couldn't see who it was…… I was just shown someone bolting up the doors and windows and starting the fire, but I just had another vision and ….. and I could see it was a man."

"Hamilton." It wasn't a question but a statement.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Why would he do it?"

"Maybe his final sacrifice was his followers ….and himself."

"You're saying he locked the place down and then burned his followers and himself alive?"

"I think so….I'm not sure but….I think so…"

"So he's the one who tried to drown you in the tub?"

"It must have been. The hands seemed too strong to be a woman's."

"What about the beach?"

"I think that time it was her…..She was trying to show me what happened to her and where her body was."

"Well then that would solve everything….All we have to do is find his grave and burn it."

TBC