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The Hamilton Inn

Chapter twelve

Sam looked at the clerk and could tell something wasn't right.

"The place could go up at any moment." Sam told the clerk as he took a few steps backward.

"Maybe that's what I want."

Sam knew what was happening…Robert's spirit had entered the clerk's body.

"You're Robert aren't you?"

The clerk only smiled.

Sam swore silently to himself, he didn't have his salt gun on him and he knew it was the only sure way to get Robert's spirit out of the clerk.

"Why would you want the place to burn?"

"My father worshipped demons."

"I know that….and I understand why you killed your father and his followers…..he had killed your mother…..But there was no reason to kill those other people years later they had nothing to do with your father …. And these people, there's no reason to hurt them." Sam tried to reason with him.

"They had to die, all of them…..This is unholy ground." The clerk reached under his jacket and pulled out a gun.

Through a vent in the basement Dean could hear the conversation and quietly crept up the steps.

"Whoa!" Sam put his hands up and took a few more steps backward. "We're only here to help you move on."

"You're here to stop me from doing what I must."

"I'm only here to stop you from killing anymore innocent people and to also help you go to where you need to go."

"I need to make a sacrifice……if it's one or more it doesn't really matter." Robert raised the gun and pointed it at Sam's head.

Before he could pull the trigger Dean made his move. In two steps he was on the clerk and successfully knocked the gun out of his hand, then with one hard blow to the clerk's jaw he knocked him out cold. The brothers watched as a grey mist came out of the man's body and slowly disappeared.

"Thanks." Sam gave his brother a relieved smile.

"Let's get him out of here."

They knew that Robert's spirit was no longer in the clerk but that it now had been released into the inn. They carried the clerk outside and left him with some of the guests, they then hurried back into the inn; they knew they had to burn the place down before any of the guests reentered it.

They were already in the basement and ready to start the fire when they heard doors and windows being slammed shut upstairs.

"It's happening!" Dean shouted as they ran back upstairs and watched in horror as all the doors and windows on the first blood began slamming shut. They ran over to one of the windows and could tell it was braced from the outside and impossible to open. Suddenly both brothers were thrown violently across the room by an unseen force. Dean's head hit the edge of a heavy table and he fell to the floor dazed as blood ran down the side of his face. Sam was lucky, the throw hadn't injured him, he quickly pulled himself up and ran to his brother's side.

"Dean! Dean you got to get up!" Sam shook his brother's shoulder, but the only response he got from Dean was a quiet moan. "Damn it!" Sam knew he somehow had to get them both out of the inn before it burnt down around them.

Sam looked around the locked room then remembered something he had read, both times the inn had burned down there was one window that remained unlocked, the same window Robert had left open so he could enter the inn during the first fire and to escape from later. Sam tried to remember which one it was, and then it came to him; it was on the back right side of the house. He picked Dean up and threw him over his shoulder; he then carried him to the window just as flames were beginning to appear out of no where. He breathed a sigh of relief when the window opened with no problem. He quickly shoved his brother through the window. The cool outside air revived Dean almost immediately and he reached up to help Sam through the window but a force inside grabbed Sam and pulled him back into the inn.

"Sam!"

Dean tried to get in the window but flames now blocked his way.

"Sam! Sammy!" Dean screamed into the burning house.

TBC