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Sam woke up and frowned at the motel window , it was almost dark . He had slept for an entire day. He wearily sat up against the head board , and looked around . There was no sign of Dean. He immediately felt anger flare up in his chest as he remembered what Dean had done. He had always known that Purgatory had changed Dean but he had never thought that Dean could hurt him on purpose.
He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
There was no doubt that the spell was getting stronger. This time it had taken only a few minutes and the pain in his head went from a dull ache to a major migraine plus a hangover. He groaned in frustartion as he replayed the morning's events in his mind.
He shook his head as he remembered his words :
Amelia was nothing but a distraction.
How could he even think that ? , it just seemed so wrong .It felt as if he had used Amelia but it wasn't true or was it?
He loved her, he did; but he was the one who said those words and it was the truth. He had tried to lie but it caused the pain to flare through his entire body. He was getting sick of this stupid curse.
Again he felt angry at Dean , he had every right to be .After all that Dean had said to him under the influence of that stupid coin , Sam had thought it was over and they had moved past it . He had been so wrong , he had never thought Dean would use the curse like this .
He suddenly felt a pang of guilt , Garth needed them and here he was sleeping without a care in the world. He quickly scrambled out of the bed and immediately slumped back as his world threatened to topple over. After a few minutes , he had regained his balance and decided to finish packing his stuff but he found all his clothes already neatly packed.
Dean had already packed his stuff and he had actually folded his clothes even though Sam knew Dean's way of packing was just gathering everything and tossing it in. So naturally Sam was really surprised as he examined his neat stack of clothes.
But Sam was no where close to forgiving Dean , although his heart did soften a bit as he imagined Dean trying to fold his clothes and cursing all the while under his breath .
The motel door opened and Dean came in. Sam had expected Dean to look guilt ridden and ask for forgiveness but as soon as Dean saw Sam up and about , he returned to his cocky self.
"So , sleeping beauty's finally awake " he said grinning at Sam.
Sam decided to give him the silent treatment .Without acknowledging Dean , he simply took out a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt and went to the bathroom making sure to slam the door behind him.
Dean had been giving him hell for not looking after him while he was in Purgatory , now it was Sam's turn.
after showering and changing , he picked up his duffel bag and made it to the Impala , Dean was already waiting for him.
As Sam got in the Impala , Dean shut off his phone and smiled at him which Sam did not return.
"So Garth's holed up in , West Virginia . We're in Michigan so ." Dean paused as he began to contemplate how long it will take to get there .
"Eleven hours to get to virginia " Sam finished and Dean noded enthusiastically grinning at him.
Sam immediately felt angry at Dean's stupid grin , what was he so happy about ? .Maybe he really was enjoying the spell . Sam decided to further lighten his mood.
"The only reason I'm here Dean is because Garth needs us .If he didn't I would have taken off. That way you wont be able to do what you did this morning"
Sam said blankly and Dean's grin disappeared replaced by a frown. He opened his mouth to say something but Sam cut him off.
"I think its better Dean if we dont talk . I dont want my head splitting with pain again" Sam said sternly ignoring Dean's guilty expression.
The rest of the ride was made in silence . Occasionally Dean would try to spark a conversation but he would end up talking to himself only and eventually he stopped.
He turned the radio to highest volume which Sam knew he was doing on purpose to irritate him and began to hum along with the tunes.
A few hours later they stopped for gas .Sam could already feel a headache as the metallic rock tunes played in his head over and over gain. But he kept his mouth shut determined not to talk to Dean.
Dean peered in from the window.
"Hey Sammy you want something to eat " He asked cheerfully.
Sam shook his head and Dean disappeared muttering something under his breath.
A minute later he sat back on his seat chopping on some disgusting chili looking thing that Sam had no idea what was. He offered some and again Sam shook his head. Dean groaned in frustration.
"You know Sam you should stop with this whole silent treatment thing, it's getting old . You're not 10 anymore" Dean said with no clue what he had done.
Sam stared at him wide eyed and eye brows raised and then suddenly Dean realised .
"No I meant " he spoke with his mouth full , he quickly swallowed " I'm sorry , I didn't mean to order you " He frowned .
"From now on you can do what ever you want and dont listen to me " Dean said while nodding .
Sam shook his head ," Dean it doesn't work that way , now you're saying this and the next time you'll say something else" Sam said calmly keeping his expression neutral ignoring Dean's guilty look.
He remembered the morning when Dean had tried to stop him and told him not to answer the question anymore but it didn't work. That was really odd.
"We have to get rid of this stupid curse" Dean said exasperated as he threw the wrapper out the window and started the Impala."I hate witches"
The rest of the jorney was made in scilence and Sam dozed off . When they reached Virginia it was almost morning .They stopped outside a house that Garth had given instructions to. As soon as the Impala stopped outside the house the porch door opened and the scrawny hunter came running out.
"Sam, Dean I thought you guys would never get here" Garth said in his squeaky voice.
Sam immediately took in Garth's exhausted appearance , he was supporting a black eye and he limped a little as he came out of the house.
He didn't even greet them with his usual hug. Dean was right , he definitely wasn't his usual self .
"What the hell Garth , did you get drunk and fell down the stairs .We all know you cant hold your liquor" Dean joked as he shook hands with Garth. Sam could'nt help but smile as he remembered the time when Garth had become drunk just after a single bottle and Dean had to lift him to the bed.
"Nah dudes , just our usual ghosty business" Garth said motioning them inside.
"Nice house " Dean grunted.
As Sam stepped in he immediately noticed the many shades of pink on the walls, the rugs, the lacy table cloths , curtains, wall hangings, even the counters in the kitchen were in a shade of pink.
"Its belongs to one of the friends of my special lady" Garth said smiling fondly . Dean rolled his eyes at him.
He led them to a room , a small study. Garth had covered the walls with maps and locations. It seemed he had been using the house as his base. The table was littered with take outs and empty coffee cups.
"Alright , what ya got Garth" Dean asked as he sat down on the chair and began eating the left over pizza.
"So we're dealing with a ghost " Sam asked leaning against the wall.
"Yeah " Garth replied wearily " But I already garthed the guy, I was going to leave but then an other body showed up"
"Whoa , Garth start from the beginning " Dean said with his mouth full.
Garth took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"Alright , so I figured it was our kinda thing because all the victims had tortured themselves to death."
"What do you mean? " Sam asked.
"They had scratched every part of their body and pieces of their skin was stuck in their finger nails , they tortured themselves with any thing they would find . Boiling water , Knifes , guns , drill machines ." Garth paused as he picked up a folder from the table , brushing away the macaroni sticking to the cover , he opened it and took out a few pictures and Sam came to the table to examine them.
All of them showed mutilated bodies with faces barely recognisable and disfigured under all the blood and gore. Dean growled in disgust and placed his pizza back into the box.
"Let me guess , the bodies were found in some abandoned house" Sam asked. But Garth shook his head .
"Thats the weird part , the victims were found in their rooms or offices anywhere they were alone . They all tortured themselves to death"
"So how did you know it was a ghost " Sam asked "Ghosts are always tied to certain places , it's not like they can roam about and posses who ever they want"
Garth noded "Yeah , but I found a guy who had died the similar way about 35 years had been tortured to death exactly like the victims . So I salted and burned the guy's corpse .But the next day another body showed up "
"Wait , you said 35 years ago " Sam asked and Garth noded "When did the first body come up"
Garth scratched his head "Ah...Bout three weeks ago"
"That doesn't make sense , how come a ghost decided to posses people just now " Dean asked frowning . "maybe it isn't a ghost"
Garth shook his head "It's a ghost alright. The guy used to live in a cabin in the woods . I tracked it down . I was just about to open the front door when ghost showed up and decided to slam me back into my truck"
"That's weird , how come it didn't posses you " Sam asked .
Garth shrugged "Maybe it has a type, but the victims didn't visit the cabin. I asked their folks."
"Somethings not right here " Dean agreed " Maybe we should visit the cabin or burn it to the ground. The spirit could be tied to something else"
"I know , I couldn't figure this out . Thats why I decided to call ya Idjits" Garth said grinning at both of them.
Dean frowned "For the last time Garth. That's not how you say Idjits"
Garth grinned " Oh right , you say it when you're angry " Dean rolled his eyes and walked out of the room muttering something something about stale pizza upsetting his stomach.
"Hey Garth , did you come across any witches lately" Sam asked hoping they could coerce some witch into brewing a reverse spell for them.
"Nah man , it's been pretty quiet on the witchy side. Why you askin' "
Sam sighed and ignored Garth's question by changing the subject.
"So , how's Kevin doing in your boat" Sam asked .
"Honestly , I think the kid would go crazy sooner or later but I've kinda started liking him . He's become kinda like my bff and I always try to lighten him and entertain him." Garth stated fondly and Sam hoped that Garth did not torture Kevin by trying to lighten his mood using the infamous Mr. Fizzles .
"Ya know , I was actually going to visit him but I just stumbled upon this case. I found a news paper page regarding the case just outside my motel door. I decided to go for it cuz I also have a secret layer in this town ", Garth said motioning around him at the house. Sam noded wearily .
He was still tired . Now that he thought about it seemed he had always been feeling tired and withdrawn these days. He had no idea when the spell had first kicked in .
He was drawn from his thoughts by Garth's weird expression . Garth was looking at him continuously with narrowed eyes as if he was trying to read something from Sam's face.
Annoyed , Sam snapped at him "What Garth , do I have something on my face"
"Sam there's something about you . I cant put my finger on it." Garth said as he began circling Sam. "Something different".
"What?" Sam asked confused .
Garth shrugged "I dont know , you look kinda younger"
Garth suddenly exclaimed "Balls, you cut your hair "
Sam noded as he ran a hand through his hair , he had completely forgotten that he had cut his hair and suddenly he remembered .That night Dean had told him to cut his hair and Sam had done it , he remembered feeling dismayed about it in the morning.
He remembered when Dean had woken him up from the floor, perhaps thats when he had been cursed. He felt overjoyed at finally finding where it had started.
"Garth , You're a genius" Sam said excited . Even though it was not much . It definitely was something. He was sure he had started feeling tired and withdrawn since that cursed coin case so whoever cast the spelll must be in Missouri.
Garth beamed at him" Finally man , you understand me"
"Why is Garth a genius ? " Dean asked him as he came in the room and Sam ignored him. He'll tell Dean about his discovery later, right now it he didn't want to talk to him.
He was actually kind of relieved that Dean had stopped torturing for not looking for him while he was in Purgatory . But Dean had gone too far by forcing him to tell the truth and he was no where near to forgiving his brother.
"You guys alright " Garth asked cautiously .He had probably sensed the tension between them.
"We're fine " Both Sam and Dean snapped back at the same time and glared at each other and Garth raised his eye brows in surprise.
"Yeah , I can see that " He snorted.
Dean glared at Sam for some time and Sam couldn't understand what Dean was angry about. He was the one who should be angry , not Dean.
"Whats your problem Sam ?" Dean asked exasperated.
Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise, he could feel anger bubbling in his didn't want to fight in front of Garth again so he kept his mouth shut.
He began to move towards the door when Dean's stern voice reached his ears.
"Sam , whats your problem . Dont you think we're even ?"
No longer able to hold his anger , Sam snapped back.
"Even ? what the hell are you talking about Dean? "
"Whoa guys , easy cool down " Garth said calmly raising his arms , but Dean's glare shut him up and he turned to face Sam.
"You dont look for me , let me rot in Purgatory and I let you off the hook. I never shut you out , not once. I continued to hunt with you and I tried my best to forgive you. Now I do one little thing and you threaten to take off"
Sam snorted "You let me off the hook?" He asked in disbelief "Dean you've been giving me hell for the last couple of weeks for not looking for you even though we agreed we will not look for each other . Hell you almost killed me last week and you say you let me off the hook"
Sam gave a humourless laugh.
"That was because of the coin and you know it" Dean said ,his emerald eyes lined with anger.
"Yeah right, Ok how about at the motel when you forced the answer out of me?Whats your excuse for that Dean?"Sam asked calmly while smiling mockingly.
"If you had not resisted , you wouldn't have been hurt. It's your own fault" Dean snapped back. His fists clenched tightly by his sides.
Garth tried to say something but Sam cut him off.
"Thats not the point Dean " he shouted "You knew I was gonna resist , you knew what the spell would do to me , you knew I was gonna hurt and yet you still did it anyway. I pleaded to you Dean "
"Whoa , spell .. what are you fellas talking about " Garth asked confused and both of them ignored the skinny hunter.
"Yeah okay ,fine . My mistake . We both made mistakes . Why dont you quit being such a girl and finish this hunt before more bodies show up because you were busy sulking in a corner" Dean said mockingly .
"No Dean those aren't mistakes , those are choices" Sam shouted back and threw Dean's words back at him.
Dean stared back at him in surprise and Sam was satisfied to see Dean remembering his own words. Dean shook his head and took a step forward and Sam did the same .
Garth quickly stepped in between them rasing his arms and keeping both of them away from each other.
Dean glared angrily at him and he did the same, Sam was not going be the one to look away. He had always taken Dean's punches and his taunts wordlessly, Dean had been giving him the cold shoulder since he got back from Purgatory .Sam had always sucked it up but not this time he was not going to back down.
"Ya idjits stop this nonsense fight." Garth shouted but both of them did not break the death glare.
"Lets just talk things out , crack open a few beers and calm down" Garth said slowly and soothingly.
"If you hated me so much Dean , why stay?. Why not go off with Benny . You said he had been more of a brother to you than I had ever been"Sam said angrily again throwing Dean's words at him.
"It was the coin talking " Dean repeated angrily.
"Ha ..., yeah you just keep telling yourself that " Sam chuckled .
"Why do you always have to be so stubborn Sam ? Why cant you let things go?" Dean shouted and pushed against Garth's arm.
"I'm not the one whose holding things ,Dean. You are . You're the one whose been holding a grudge against me . Why cant you let it go even though...I DID NOTHING WRONG " Sam shouted.
"You're the one who coerced me" He continued
" SAM " Dean shouted back "SHUT UP AND SUCK IT UP"
Sam opened his mouth to shout back but suddenly he felt the familiar stabbing pain return , this time it came immediately with full force.
Not prepared fot the sudden onsalught of pain, Sam groaned and at once sank to the ground on his knees , clutching his head between his hands. He wanted to shout at Dean again and felt the pain flare up and a moan escaped his mouth. He closed his eyes , desperately trying to keep pathetic sounds from leaving his mouth.
"Sam , its okay..., um you can talk " He heard Dean's hesitant ,concerned voice. The pain started to ebb away but he felt more tired and withdrawn than he had ever felt in the past few days. Perhaps it was because of their fight or maybe the spell had gotten stronger .
Dean helped him into a chair and Sam let him . He felt too tired to argue and as he looked up at Dean to see a guilty , concerned and worried face. He felt his heart soften or maybe it was because Dean had told him to 'suck it up'.He didn't know.
"Sam , I'm so sorry man . I completely forgot about the spell" Dean said sympathetically.
Sam noded , he was afraid that if he talked he would get another blast of pain . Garth entered the room holding a glass of water , Sam didn't even notice that he was not here.
"Here " Garth handed him the glass of water and Sam took a few sips before putting the glass on the table.
"Garth , do you have some Tylenol. He gets really bad headaches " Dean squeezed Sam's shoulder and Sam would have laughed at Dean's sudden transformation to mother hen mode if he had not been feeling so crappy
He began to remember all those times Dean had pulled his ass out of the fire . How Dean had forgiven him for Ruby, for demon blood. For starting the friggin apocalypse. He hated fighting with his brother. He hated it when they were not on the same page.
Garth noded and left the room.
"Sammy , you okay . The pain was worse this time. Wasn't it?" Dean asked , his hand still on Sam's shoulder .
Sam noded , wondering if he really looked that bad for Dean to realise the pain was worse.
"Man , you're looking really pale . Sam I'm so sorry " Dean repeated.
Sam sighed "Its okay Dean. You're right we've both made mistakes .Lets just get rid of this curse" Sam said in a shaky voice and immediately took a few more sips from the glass.
Dean noded and patted him on the back. Garth came in with the pill and Sam gulped it down with the remaining water.
"You boys wanna tell me whats going on" Garth asked with utmost seriousness , crossing his arms infront of him.
"I got cursed by some witch. I think it happened in Kearney , Missouri" Sam answered as he rubbed his temples.
"Alright, We'll go there once we're done with this case . Sam why dont you get some shut eye. We'll leave for the cabin in a couple of hours" Dean said all business like and for once Sam did not argue as Garth began to show him to the bedroom.
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"Alright guys , remember the ghost can show up even outside " Garth said as they made their way towards the cabin. He was wearing Bobby's hat. Sam could not help but feel nostalgic every time he saw it.
There was a hole in his heart where Bobby used to be and Sam knew that even time would not be able to fill that hole. He shook his head to free it of stray thoughts and focus on the hunt.
They had to walk half a mile through the forest to get here and Sam had enjoyed the fresh air . He was feeling better and was glad that the fight with Dean was over.
They huddled outside the cabin door . Dean , holding the crowbar in his hand quickly opened the door and Sam went inside with the rock salt shot gun held ready. Garth came in with a flash light. When nothing happened Dean tested the switch and the cabin flooded with light.
It was surprisingly well kept , not dusty and definitely not haunted. Sam was beginning to think that Garth had imagined a ghost. The cabin seemed quite spacious and luxourious. It seemed that someone had been living here.
"Garth , are you sure this is the place ?" Dean asked as he swept his fingers along the top of the wooden rack and examined his dust free fingers.
Garth looked surprised , "Guys I'm telling you , There was a friggin' ghost here just just yesterday"
"Garth , someone has been living here " Sam said hoping whoever it was would not show up and call the police.
Garth sighed , "Lets go check the bedroom" he began to move and suddenly he was slammed into the wall , knocking over a small rickety table. He fell to the carpeted floor unconscious .
Sam looked around ,his finger pressed lightly at the trigger of the shot gun. Suddenly a man with long black hair , his face disfigured immensely and his ragged clothes soiled with blood materialised just inches from Dean . Before Dean could swing the crowbar Sam filled it with rock shot rounds and the ghost disappeared.
Dean ran towards Garth while Sam kept watch for the ghost to reappear. There was a sticky trail of blood on the right side of Garth's face beggining just under the hair line.
Dean gently slapped at his face and tried to rouse him but Garth did not stir. Sam hoped there was no internal bleeding.
"He's knocked out cold" Dean said as he propped Garth's scrawny body upright against the wall.
"Dean , something not right here . I mean since when does a ghost like to clean .Look at this place. It's spot less" Sam said . He could feel it , this was not one of their usual cases.
Dean noded "I say we burn this place down ."
Sam rolled his eyes ,"Dean it's in the middle of the forest , we dont want to spread a forest fire. Besides this ghost is not tied to the place. Remember it can posses people anywhere"
Dean noded "Yeah its face was definitely marred like the vics"
"Lets get out of here , Garth's hurt. Besides I think we need to do more research on this " Sam suggested .
"Yeah okay" Dean agreed as he picked up Bobby's hat and replaced it on Garth's unconscious head.
Suddenly the whole cabin began to vibrate . The lights continuously flickered on and off. The frames that were hanging on the walls crashed to the floor . The pans hanging in the kitchen above the counter began to drop one by one with loud canging noises.
The ghost appeared again and raised its palm at Dean . Sam quickly shot at it but it had already disappeared as Dean swung his crowbar in the empty air in front of him.
At once the cabin stopped shaking and Sam looked at Dean confused .
"Lets get out of here" Dean said as he bent to grab Garth. But suddenly he groaned and fell to the ground at Garth's feet.
"Dean " Sam shouted and ran towards him , his heart thudded loudly in his chest as he saw Dean moan in pain again. He patted Dean's shoulder who was still on the ground on all fours. His face towards the floor . He had stopped groaning and was breathing deeply. He stood up slowly facing the wall and his back to Sam.
"Dean?" Sam asked as he withdrew his hand " Are you okay man?"
Suddenly Dean turned towards him and just by looking at his face Sam could tell it was not Dean.
"Oh , I'm sorry Sammy but I'm afraid Dean cant come to the phone right now"
The ghost said eerily in Dean's voice .
Shocked Sam stepped back raising his shot gun .
"Let my brother go or else I'll shoot " Sam said threatingly.
"You'll shoot your brother" the ghost said as a smile stretched across Dean's face. A smile that just seemed so wrong and so unlike Dean.
"Yeah, rock salt rounds . They'll hurt you more than they'll hurt my brother" Sam said confidently as he aimed the gun at Dean's shoulder instead of his chest.
The ghost chuckled , "Oh Sammy I know what your brother knows and I know about the curse . Drop the shot gun Sammy"
"No" Sam shouted in horror and his head immediately began to throb with pain . But he did not let the gun go. Using all of his strength he began to pull the trigger but suddenly the gun flew out of his hands and he felt an invisible force lift him up. He was mercilessly slammed into the glass wardrobe behind him.
He fell to the ground groaning in pain as he felt a shard of glass sticking in his side . He pulled it out and felt warm blood soak his shirt under the brown jacket.
"Get up Sammy" He heard Dean say and that venomous voice made him flinch. Dreading the anticipating pain which would come from disobeying , he shakily stood up and looked at Dean who was casually flipping a knife between his hands. Sam recognised the knife as Dean's .
The ghost looked at Sam with narrowed eyes. The eyes that were like Dean's and not like him at the same time.
"You know I love torturing people " the ghost stated matter of factly "I love to hear the puny things scream , but I'm always possessing them so I also feel the pain and I welcome it"
"No , I wont let you hurt Dean" Sam said terrified at the thought of the ghost carving up Dean's body like the victims .
The ghost threw his head back and laughed ominously. The laugh that seemed wrong on so many levels.
"Sammy why would I do that ? " the ghost asked ."Why would I do that ,when I have you . Oh the pleasure I would get when I see you torture yourself "
"No" Sam gasped.
"Yes Sammy" Dean said and his face lit up with an impish glee.
He stretched his hand holding the knife towards Sam ,"Sammy I want you to take this knife "
Sam stared at Dean's face in horror as he was greeted with the unceremonious pain in his head.
TBC(?)
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