The Collector

Chapter twelve

"Cremated? Damn it!" Dean knew if the body was already cremated there would be no chance to salt and burn the bones…unless... "Were his ashes buried?"

"No…I just dumped them out by the lake." Richards leaned down and looked at Dean. "Now I don't know who you are or what you're up to but I want you off of my property."

"Just one more question….Where's your father's house?" Richards hesitated and Dean could tell he wasn't going to tell him. "You can either tell me and I'll go away, or we can stand here all day, it's up to you."

Richards still didn't talk till he saw the look in Dean's eyes and knew he wasn't kidding.

"About a mile down the road you'll see an old road overgrown with weeds, turn there and you'll run right into it."

"It better be there or I'll be back." Dean went back to his car, jumped in, and sped down the road.

The old farmhouse

Dean pulled up in front of the old house and could almost sense the horror that had gone on there years before. He grabbed his salt gun and holy water then walked up to the porch, once there, he kicked in the door.

"Sam! Sammy!" He shouted as he went from room to room hoping to find his brother. He tried to ignore the horrible thoughts that kept going through his head. If Sam was here, was he even still alive? Or was he going to find his brother's body already preserved by the serial killer's spirit. No he wasn't going to think like that, Sam was alive and he was going to find him. "Sam!"

He came to a basement door and slowly pushed it open. He winced and took a small step backward as the smell of death came drifting up to him. Even after all these years the smell had remained…. unless Dean thought….unless new bodies were now down there decaying. He crept down the steps his heart pounding in his chest wondering what he might find, and praying it wouldn't be his brother's body.

The basement was divided into different rooms and he cautiously went from room to room. The table and TV set that the man back at the bar had mentioned were still in the basement, now broken into pieces and covered with dirt and debris. Dean even found the cell the man had told him the victims were kept in before being killed, but he found no signs of Sam or any signs that anyone else had been there.

"Sammy!" He cried out more in desperation then expecting an answer. "Damn it Sammy where are you?" He took a couple of deep breaths trying to stay calm; he knew flipping out wasn't going to help him find his brother.

It was then he felt the temperature drop drastically. He quickly held his shotgun up as he turned in a circle. He knew something else had just entered the room.

"Where are you, you bastard?" He called out into the emptiness.

It was then he saw the mist filtering in from outside through the cracks in the walls. He spun around but before he could aim the mist was on him. Almost immediately he began to hallucinate. He looked at the table which now was no longer broken pieces of lumber but had been rebuilt and he could now see people sitting at it. He walked over and looked at their faces all of which started to decay before his eyes. It was then he saw Sam sitting at the far end of the table. He ran over to him.

"Oh God Sammy it's good to see you." He said as he reached out to touch him, but just as his hand touched his brother's shoulder Sam began gasping for air. "Sam!" Dean pulled his brother out of the chair and helped him to the floor. "Sammy what's the matter?"

Both of Sam's hands clawed at his throat as he tried desperately to breathe. Dean pulled Sam's hands away and ripped open his shirt trying to see what was strangling his brother but nothing was there.

"Sammy!" He shouted as he watched his brother slowly stop struggling and as his face turned blue from lack of oxygen. He tilted Sam's head back and put his mouth over his and began to breathe for him. "Damn it Sammy breathe! Breathe!"

Dean put his ear on Sam's chest and couldn't detect a heartbeat.

"Damn it Sammy don't you pull this shit with me!"

He knelt next to Sam and pressed down on his chest then gave him a breath of air, he continued CPR for a few minutes before sitting back with tears in his eyes as he looked at his brother's lifeless body.

"Sammy please….don't do this to me….." He cried out heartbroken, he was too late, his brother was dead…. But as soon as the thought crossed his mind he watched in horror as maggots began coming out of his brother's mouth and as his face turned into a mass of decaying flesh.

TBC