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Ok- so I felt that we haven't been in Dean's head nearly enough, so here's a chapter that's all Dean pov…So hopefully you'll be able to get what Sam's thinking about throughout this chapter, even though it won't be discussed...

FYI- Three V road is fictional, although based on another road. Um, the actual road is known for the ghosts that I describe…

Chapter 7: Bye Bye Mr. Geist

Dean closed his phone and glared at it. Twenty-three messages had accumulated on his voicemail over the past three days. All of them were, of course, from the girls. The first ten had been well wishes- hoping that Sam was ok and offering to 'be there' for Dean if he needed 'someone to talk to'. The thirteen after that were from last night through this afternoon. Those messages featured frantic women who were insisting that Dean hurry back and deal with the poltergeist who apparently had begun to act up. And of course, several of those messages blamed Dean for riling the damn thing up and then not destroying it as promised…one more promise that had been broken when he decided to go to the hot tub party.

Dean sat on the bench outside the motel in a quandary. He really did have a responsibility to the girls to finish what he started. Not to mention, the poltergeist had to go, whether Dean had riled it up or not. And as Sam had mentioned, the cleansing should only take an hour, but the problem was, Dean wasn't sure if he should leave Sam.

Other than needing help to get around, Sam really didn't need Dean for anything and he wasn't in any current danger. Leaving Sam for an hour and a half shouldn't be a problem, but he felt guilty doing it. Still, it was better to get the poltergeist out of the way now, so that he could focus all of his attention later on helping Sam with the Feeder. Mind made up, Dean went to the room to talk to Sam.

He had thought that Sam might be asleep, but he wasn't. Instead he sat leaned up against the headboard, staring sadly at the TV. He glanced up at Dean as he walked into the room and then turned back to the television. Dean sat in the chair with a sigh, "Dude, you look like someone just ran over your cat."

Sam's eyes stayed on the TV, "We never had a cat."

Dean rolled his eyes, "It's an expression Sam."

Sam shrugged, still watching the program.

"What are you watching?"

Sam seemed to snap out of his stare and turned to Dean, "What?"

Dean repeated the question, "I asked what you were watching."

"Oh." Sam turned back to the TV seemingly to see what he had been watching. "Uh…I don't know. Looks like a made for TV movie."

Dean gave Sam a look somewhere between confused and concerned. Apparently Sam's mood had not been due to the program as Sam hadn't even seemed to notice that the TV was on. Dean cut to the chase, "What's wrong with you?"

Sam looked back over confused, "Nothing. Why?"

Dean raised his eyebrows, "Why? You're staring at a TV show you're not watching and you look like you just lost your best friend."

Sam shook his head as he took a deep breath, "Sorry man. I was just thinking about the other night. My hallucination. It still feels real. It's not like a dream or nightmare where you know it didn't happen. It feels like a memory…I have keep reminding myself that it never really happened, that y…" Sam trailed off and looked away.

Dean gave all of his attention to his brother, "What happened?"

Sam gave him a sad look, "I can't Dean. Not…not yet. I'm sorry. I know after I, I made you talk before…but I just can't right now. I don't want to relive it."

Dean nodded. He was used to Sam clamming up by now- Dean was forced to talk, but Sam wasn't. Sam didn't seem to mind that double standard, but God forbid Dean should feel guilty that he didn't watch out for Sam- that wasn't okay. Batting down his annoyance, Dean addressed the issue of the poltergeist, "So I just checked my voicemail."

Sam shut off the TV, "And?"

"And the geist is acting up." Dean looked at his brother, as though asking for permission, "I'm gonna have to go deal with it."

"Tonight?"

Dean nodded. Sam looked thoughtful for a moment, "You want me to come?"

Dean looked at his brother as though he were insane, although he honestly wasn't surprised by the question. "Yeah dude, because someone passing out in the middle of the ritual is exactly what was missing from the last cleansing."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. "What time are you going?"

Dean shrugged, "It'd probably be better if I go now. Get it over with." Dean waited for his brother to answer his implied request for permission to go.

Sam stared off into space again and Dean wondered if Sam's pulse had increased and if that was affecting his brother's ability to think. After a minute, Sam turned back to him, a serious and distressed look on his face, "Dean? Be careful around those girls? I mean…if they seem…just be careful."

Dean grew confused, was his brother referring to sex? He was always careful.

Sam shook his head looking at Dean's confused face, "Nevermind. Just watch yourself."

Dean gave up trying to understand his brother, "Yeah. Ok. Whatever dude. I'll see you in a few hours." Dean left to leave, but then turned back again, "Hey." Sam looked up, still holding onto his forlorn expression, "This'll be out of the way after tonight. Tomorrow we can plan the Feeder."

Sam began his staring again and Dean questioned for the second time if he should leave his brother alone. After a few moments, Sam looked back and spoke quietly, "I want to do it alone."

"What?"

Sam bit his lip and looked at Dean hesitantly, "The hunt, Dean…the Feeder…I want to finish it…myself."

Dean shook his head, "No."

Sam shut his eyes, took a breath, and tried again, "Dean…I need to know that I can do it on my own."

Dean could understand where Sam was coming from, really, but there was no way he was going to let Sam go up against the Feeder alone again- especially given his current condition. Dean stared at his brother, determined, "No Sam."

Sam looked rejected and Dean tried to explain himself, "You wanna prove yourself; I get that. But you're injured right now. Wait until you're better. Then you can take out a ghost or something on your own."

Sam resumed staring, a light shake of the head his response to his brother. Dean sighed and left the room.

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Dean arrived at the dorm to find all the girls standing outside, huddled together. When he stepped out of his car, he was greeted by mixed reactions. Five of the girls ran up to him, showering him with hugs and kisses and thanking God that he was there. Five other girls folded their arms and glared at him, clearly annoyed. The other six seemed to ignore his presence, instead staring fearfully at the house.

Dean walked towards the mass of girls and one of them spoke, "Well, it's really pissed now…"

Another girl cut her off and spoke to Dean, "We didn't know if you would be coming back, so we tried to do the cleansing ourselves, but we really didn't know what we were supposed to do with the stuff."

Dean sighed, this couldn't be good, "What did you do?"

Several girls answered at once, but Dean got it. They had essentially just mixed everything together and lined the edge of the house with it, which of course, was not what was supposed to be done.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, "Tell me you didn't use all of the ingredients…"

Silence confirmed his suspicions. He tried to clarify, "You used ALL of it? Nothing is left?"

Once again, he was met with silence. Finally, one of the girls answered, "Well, you just left us. We didn't think you were coming back. And you pissed the thing off before you left, you should have seen what it was doing last night."

Again, all the girls began talking at once, reciting to Dean all of the mischievous things the poltergeist had done the night before. Squinting his eyes to alleviate his growing frustration headache, Dean help up a hand, silencing the girls. This was bad. There had been enough ingredients for at least five cleansings. He tried to think. He had more of most of the ingredients in the car, but that had been the last of the crossroad dirt, and the cleansing couldn't be done without it.

He looked up at the silenced girls, "I have more of the stuff in the car, but I need to get crossroad dirt. You used the last of what I had." The girls continued staring silently and Dean was beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with him that everyone around him seemed to enjoy giving him blank stares.

The girl on his left spoke for the group, "So where do you get that?"

Dean rubbed his head, "Uh, well, at an intersection of two dirt roads."

The brunette nodded vigorously, "Three V Road is a dirt road, and there's another dirt road that crosses it by the old church."

A girl in a blue shirt interrupted, "Yeah, but that road's been closed to visitors since all those people decided to come to see the crying ghost in the cemetery."

Dean fought the instinct to find out more about the crying cemetery ghost- at this point he had a poltergeist and a Feeder to deal with- he didn't even want to know about the ghost. "It doesn't matter if the road is blocked. It won't be a problem."

A girl in a yellow bikini top…Dean stared at the top, or rather what was coming out of it. How had he not noticed the girl in the bikini top? She disagreed, "You can't get a car down there. They've got this giant cement barricade at the beginning of the road."

The girl to his right piped in, "Oo! I know! He can borrow my bike!"

The girls all agreed seeming to like the idea. Dean shook his head- he wasn't going there- he never learned how to ride a bike. "Look, I'll just walk it. How far is it from the barricade to the crossroad?"

Eight girls answered at once, "Seven miles."

Dean looked at them strangely and they giggled, "It's known as 7 mile road. The other road is right at the end."

Dean nodded. Seven miles…if he ran it, he could probably do the first 7 miles in about 40 minutes, but getting back would be slower. Round trip would most likely be close to two hours. Then it would be another hour to do the cleansing. Realizing that the quick and easy cleansing would now be neither quick nor easy, Dean pulled out his phone to call Sam.

Sam answered on the first ring, "Hey."

"Hey. Listen, there've been some complications…I gotta get more crossroad road dirt. This is gonna take me like three hours."

There was silence on the other end and Dean could picture his brother staring into space. Finally, Sam's voice came through, "Dean. Are you ok? What complications?" Sam sounded worried.

"It's nothing man. The girls just decided to do the cleansing themselves. They wasted all the stuff. I got more of the other ingredients, but I need the dirt. There's a dirt crossroad around here that the girls know, but it's blocked off and it'll take me some time to get there."

More silence…then, "Dean. You're sure you're ok? Is the blocked road safe?"

Dean pulled the phone from his ear and stared at it confused- safe from what? What was wrong with his brother? "Dude. I'm fine. Why are you freaking out all of a sudden?"

He heard Sam sigh before answering, "Sorry man…I'm having a hard time shaking the other night."

Dean was about to reply, but Sam continued, "A few more hours is no problem. Do what you need to do. Don't worry 'bout me."

Dean nodded, "Okay. Then I'll see you in like three/ four hours."

"Yeah. See you then."

Dean hung up the phone and addressed the ladies, "So where's this road?"

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Two and a half hours later, Dean found his way back to the dorm, crossroad dirt in hand. It was now nighttime, and Dean was fairly sure that every mosquito in the state of Georgia had been on Three V Road just to feast on him.

The crossroad had been interesting. No only had he heard the crying coming from the cemetery, but at another point on the road, he had heard someone strumming a guitar and singing. The sound was echoing, and Dean knew that it hadn't been made by a living person. He hadn't seen any of the ghosts, but then he hadn't really taken the time to look. He was anxious to kill this poltergeist and get back to Sam.

Back at the dorm, Dean gathered his ingredients and made the packets that would be needed for the four corners of the dorm. Several of the girls 'kept him company' as he worked; the other girls had all gone out for the night.

The packets finished, Dean took a breath, grabbed his axe and entered the now empty dormitory. He had instructed his supportive fans to wait in his car and not come out no matter what- not until he said it was okay. They didn't seem to argue.

Dean broke into the walls, inserting packets into the West, East, and North areas of the dorm. He kept his guard up, but there didn't seem to be any need- the poltergeist made no move to defend itself, at least not until Dean went to insert the last packet. This particular packet had to be inserted in the Southern wall, which happened to be in the girls' bathroom.

As Dean removed one of the wall tiles, several of the toilets began to explode, showering him with water. He spit the water out of his mouth, concentrating on his job, thankful that this was a girls bathroom and girls flushed. Dean looked to his right…or maybe they didn't.

Ignoring the foulness occurring around him, Dean tore a hole in the now tile-free area of the wall. A large crash resounded above his head and pieces of wall tile showered him, followed by the metal shelving slamming into his skull.

Dean worked his way out of the shelving, ignoring the throbbing of his head, and cursing the poltergeist. Desperately, he tried to re-uncover the hole.

After a few moments of fighting with the shelving and dodging pieces of porcelain, the hole was once again visible. Plastic bottles of shower gel and shampoo pelted Dean as he picked up the last packet and jammed it into the hole.

A bright white light shot out of the house and all of the objects that had been floating in the air, mid-hurl, fell to the floor. Dean turned around just as he saw the metal nail file that had been two inches from his back fall to the ground. Dean stared at it, "Well that would've sucked."

Water still spewed from the toilets, collecting on the floor. Dean was soaked, with bits of porcelain tile stuck on his clothes and hair. He made his way to the bathroom door, slipping and sliding on the wet tile floor. He had just pulled open the door when he feet flew out from under him, sending him to the floor with a painful whack.

Dean laid there, sprawled out on the floor, staring calmly at the ceiling as his lungs relaxed and allowed air to re-enter his body. As he laid on the floor, he found himself amused at the turn of events that had landed him on the floor. If Sam were here right now, he'd be laughing his ass off…and Dean would have never lived this down.

Picking himself off the floor, Dean exited the bathroom, and then the dorm. He rang the excess water out of his shirt as he made his way to his car. Upon seeing him, the four remaining girls, jumped out of the Impala and ran over to him, bubbling with excitement. "That was the coolest thing I've ever seen!"

"Dean! Did you see that bright light?"

"Is the thing gone?"

"Why are you all wet?"

"Did it hurt you?"

Dean held up his hand and tilted his head to the side in an attempt to knock some of the water from his ears. Looking back at the girls, he attempted to answer their questions. "I'm fine. Your bathroom's not. Uh…you're gonna want to call somebody about that…"

The girls made a face of disgust. The girl in the blue shirt spoke up, "Is the thing gone now?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah. You girls are safe."

All at once the girls surrounded Dean, hugging him in thanks. A part of Dean responded and he was reminded of how much he would love to 'reap his rewards'. But, there were more important matters at hand- namely Sam.

Reluctantly, Dean pried himself away from the girls. They clearly looked confused and disappointed. Apparently, they had been thinking along certain lines as well. Dean apologized, "I'm sorry ladies, but I gotta go."

The girls pouted, questioning him, "Why?"

"What's the rush?"

"Come on Dean. We still need to pay you for your services."

Dean took a breath to calm himself- this was why he had gone to the hot tub party. But what he had told Sam was true…he regretted that decision. He had fun at the time, he would have had fun at the prom, and he would have lots of fun if he stayed tonight, but those weren't where his priorities lied.

He looked at the girls without any regret. "Sorry- I can't stay. Maybe another time."

The girls looked disappointed, but nodded. They watched silently as Dean got in his car and drove back to the motel.

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Dean entered the motel room, still picking pieces of porcelain out of his hair. He was anxious to take a shower, ice the back of his head, and then wipe down the driver's seat of the Impala. God knows what had rubbed off of him and onto the seat.

As he shut the door, Dean looked over to Sam's bed- it was empty. Knowing that his brother couldn't have gone far on his ankle, Dean checked the bathroom, "Sam?"

It was also empty.

Dean stood in the door of the bathroom trying not to panic. Sam had a broken ankle, a gash on his head, and moderately dangerous low blood pressure. Where could he have gone? Dean considered that someone might have taken his brother, but who- or what?

Pushing down a full panic, Dean took out his cell phone and speed-dialed Sam's number. After a few seconds, he heard the ring…in the room. Dean looked over and saw Sam's cell on the nightstand next to his bed.

Unable to hold back the panic any further, Dean looked around the room frantically, hoping that his brother really was there and he had just missed it. Not finding Sam ANYWHERE in the room, Dean did the only thing he could think of… "Sam!"

Dun dun dun...