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OK, here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy
Dean dived at Sam and knocked him to the ground.
"Sam!" Dean shook his brother's arm. "You okay?"
Sam shook his head to clear the haze that clouded his disoriented mind. "What happened?"
"Let's just say you tried to hug a statue. Now, come on, we've got to finish this."
Dean offered a hand, and helped Sam to his feet. "Just don't look at the statue—in fact, don't do anything. Just stay here."
Dean made his way back over to the statue, picking up various items needed to burn the dead woman's bones.
Sam sat down in the dirt. What the hell had happened? His memory of how he had become trapped by the statue was slightly fuzzy. He remembered Dean walking off to start digging, but after that…nothing.
He could see the glow of the statues eyes, and reminded himself not to look at them, but his eyes kept wandering towards the statue.
To keep himself occupied, Sam decided to have a look around. He wouldn't go far. He just needed to take his mind off the statue. He could feel it calling to him. It was driving him insane.
Sam carefully made his way past different tombstones until he found a clear area. The red glow was no longer visible. He sighed in relief, but that was short lived. A rustling sound from behind caused him to spin around.
"Look who came crawling back"
Sam jumped away from the woman standing in front of him.
"Feeling guilty? About time." The woman came up to stand right in front of Sam. Her hand brushed his cheek, an action so tender; yet, as her cold hand passed over his cheek, it licked his skin with the cruel intent of her movement."
Suddenly, she started laughing. The gentle caress turned into a shove, the force throwing Sam backwards into a tombstone.
"Not gonna work this time, honey. You ripped my heart out when you left me. So I'm gonna rip out yours…"
Sam tried to get up, but he was pinned down by an unseen force. The women sat down on his lap.
"I loved you," she whispered. The force propelled him back, and Sam whacked his head painfully against the cold stone of a nearby tombstone.
"Who are you?" Sam asked. "I don't…"
"Don't play dumb," the woman screamed, then suddenly she calmed. "It's me, Agnes."
Sam's eyes grew wide. "Black Agnes?"
Black Agnes screeched, and Sam was shoved roughly against the tombstone again.
"I've had enough of your games. You know who I am, and now you are going to die!"
Agnes shifted, inching her pale fingers towards Sam's throat. Sam struggled to get out of her reach. She placed her hands around his neck, and Sam felt as though his body was on fire. The stench of burning flesh met his nostrils, making him gag.
A gunshot exploded somewhere to Sam's right, breaking the silence that hung over the cemetery. The spirits grip on his neck was gone, and sweet, sweet air rushed into Sam's lungs.
"Sammy! You ok?" Dean kneeled beside Sam.
"It's Sam, Dean. And I'm fine," Sam mumbled.
Dean helped Sam to his feet, but was then pushed away by his obstinate brother.
"I'm fine Dean," Sam repeated. Dean let go of his brother's arm, and watched him sway for a second, before grabbing him again.
"Sam, as amusing as it is to watch you fall on your ass, I'd rather you didn't right now. Let's just get our gear and leave. You can lick your wounded ego later."
Sam mumbled something about his ego being fine. Dean grinned. "Dude, you just got your ass handed to you on a plate by a spirit that only attacks girls".
They reached the statue. Sam was relieved to see its eyes were no longer glowing, but something was bugging him. Sam shook his head. He'd figure it out later when he didn't hurt so much.
"Okay, I filled in the hole, and got our stuff. I'd say it's time for a shower." Dean helped Sam back to the car, Sam fighting every step of the way, stubbornly trying to prove he could do it himself.
Sam climbed into the Impala, glad to rest his exhausted body. He shut his eyes and tried to will the throbbing in his head to go away.
Dean had other ideas.
"You know, Sam, earlier, when I told you to distract the spirit with your girly charms…I was joking." He let out a laugh. "Maybe it's time you go a haircut, heck, I even thought you were a girl for a second."
Dean glanced over at Sam. "You ok? That ghost really did a number on you. Good thing I burnt those bones in time…"
Sam stopped listening to Dean. Something was still bothering him. Some nagging little voice in his head was insisting something wasn't right. Sam tried to think over the drilling in his skull. What was it?
Suddenly, Sam shot up in his seat. Hand clutching his head as the Impala's interior spun…
So i left it with a slight cliffy...
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Hayles
