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European Ghosts

Chapter 4

The Legend of Ballygally

Sam opened his eyes and found himself in verdant surroundings. A stream rushed by just down an embankment. He didn't know if this was a dream or reality. Ever since Castiel decided to take the Winchesters on his European ghost hunts Sam was wary of falling asleep.

When a beautiful lass appeared in the tall grass wearing a Hollywood version of a sexy Irish girl's clothing he hoped it was more than a dream. He wondered if possibly Castiel had decided to let him have some fun too. He was getting more than a little tired of watching Cas and Dean flirting and groping each other while leaving him out in the cold.

The beauty flicked her long dark curls over a bare shoulder and crooked a finger at Sam.

"Come here tall and handsome one. If you are a good lad I'll show how fertile is my valley."

Sam looked down at himself and he was only wearing a pair of suede breeches. The young Hunter prayed there were no ticks in Castiel's dreamland. With absolutely nothing to lose Sam shrugged and said, "Sure why not."

He took her hand and strolled through the meadow filled with wild flowers, lazy honey bees and meandering butterflies. "Do you have a name?"

She batted her big doe eyes at Sam and smiled, "What does it matter?"

The next thing Sam knew she pushed him off balance and he landed in soft bed of wild grasses. She straddled his hips, hiked up her skirt and flashed him a bush that matched her hair in quantity and color.

Sam grinned up at the cloudless blue sky, "Holy crap this is really going to happen! Thanks Cas!"

Do you have any idea of where you are, my saucy lad?" she asked and fluttered her lashes.

She leaned over him and licked her lips, "Welcome to Ireland, my pretty young man.

"Overlooking the Irish Sea in Northern Ireland, here in the county of Ballygally, twenty miles south of Belfast stands Ballygally Castle Hotel. Even though it is a charming vacation spot in the daylight in the dark it could be right out of a horror story.

A winding coastal road leads up the bluff to the three star Hotel which was added to the previously existing Ballygally Castle in the 1950's. The Castle itself was built in 1625 by James Shaw an Irish native who came to Northern Ireland in 1613. Originally designed as a French style chateau with three foot thick walls, a steep roof and corner turrets the Castle had a free flowing stream running through its center to provide a constant source of fresh water for the Castle's inhabitants. In times of siege the inhabitants could not be driven out by depriving them of water."

The dream girl wiggled a bit over Sam's suede covered boner, "Want to hear more?"

Sam let out a frustrated groan, "Can I at least see your boobs while you talk?"

The pretty lass pulled a ribbon on her bodice and out spilled two creamy breasts capped with stiff pink nipples. The Hunter sighed happily, "Ok I'm listening."

She bent down and whispered in his ear, "Shortly after completing the Castle James took a wife, Lady Isobel Shaw."

….

Dean looked down at himself and groused, "I look like that dude from River Dance!"

He looked around then yelled "Cas get your feathery little ass down here!"

When Dean's virgin Angel appeared he was dressed the same in a white puffy blouse, tight black pants and a wide flashy belt. "Hello Dean. You look very nice."

With his voice dripping in sarcasm Dean replied, "So do you."

The Angel gave him a crooked little smile, "Thank you. I now have a story to tell."

Dean was crestfallen, "Aw man…no angel food cake?"

"I promise later you can eat all the angel food you like Dean."

…..

They walked hand in hand discussing the latest haunting until the Hunter and Angel came across a luscious raven haired girl riding Sam in the middle of a meadow. Dean pointed excitedly, "Wow, check that out. Way to go Sammy!"

Sam had enough strength to give his brother thumbs up.

Castiel grabbed Dean's handsome face and turned it toward him. "Are you listening?"

"Uh…yeah sorta."

Castiel continue with the Irish girl's tale.

"The Legend of Ballygally Castle says that in the early years of marriage Lady Shaw presented her husband, James, with a daughter, not the son he fervently desired. Infuriated that the Lady had not produced the desired male, James Shaw had the Lady locked into one of the high turret rooms overlooking the Irish Sea. Either in despair or in an attempt to reach her daughter the Lady fell from the room and met her death on the rocks below.

That is one version of the legend. A different version asks, if James Shaw wanted a son so badly, why did the couple simply not try again? The darker rumor says it was not just the child's sex that infuriated James Shaw. He believed his wife had a secret lover, a seaman who visited the coast frequently and Shaw believed the little girl was this man's daughter, not his. In retaliation Shaw had the Lady Isobel thrown from the window to her death.

No matter which version is believed the Lady haunts the tower room. Known as The ghost Room, the Hotel will not rent it out. The Lady has been seen many times over the centuries wandering the corridors searching for something, perhaps her little girl? Or could she be looking for her long lost seaman lover?"

Dean was staring at the naked girl again.

"Dean I asked you something."

"Huh?"

The Angel was feeling what he assumed was frustration, "Enough of this distraction, on with the task at hand."

…

The trio appeared at a concierge desk where a well-dressed young man in a crisp white shirt, fitted brocade vest and black slacks appeared. "Welcome to Ballygally gentleman. My name is Freddy." He looked over Dean and Castiel in their matching outfits and Sam in only a pair of suede breeches and smirked, "On room or two?"

Castiel answered in his most imposing voice just short of blowing the smartasses eardrums out, "Two."

He did a brief bit of typing on the keyboard, "Excellent."

Sam crossed his arms to cover his nipples when a gaggle of old ladies passed by taking a gander at his fine physique. He added, "Could we have the Ghost Room…you know the tower room?"

"I'm sorry Sir we don't rent that out. There are four guest rooms on the floor under The Ghost Room that can be rented."

Castiel pulled out a platinum card, "We would like all four."

"I'm sorry but two are occupied at the moment."

The Angel reached out and ran his fingers lightly over the young man's cheek, "Check again."

Freddy looked at the screen and then stammered, "I…I see there are four open."

Dean clamped a hand on Castiel's shoulder, "Stop with the flirting. I don't like it."

The Angel did a quick jig right away from Dean.

Dean shouted, "Keep it up Lord of the Dance and I'll lose my taste for angel food!"

…

Freddy lead the group of strange pretty boys to the four rooms just under the tower room. He handed them the keys. "I warn you, strange things happen in these rooms."

Dean hitched a thumb in his giant flashy belt and cocked his hip in an attempt to flirt the stories out of Freddy, "Oh yeah, like what?"

The young man licked his lips as he ran his eyes over Dean then Sam and Castiel wondering who would be sleeping alone that night if anyone at all.

"Well they all have their own ghost stories. One gentleman was disturbed in the middle of the night by a hand on his back and the giggling laughter of a child who ran away when the man turned on the lights. That was more than enough for him. He insisted on moving out of the old part of the Hotel that very night.

One famous incident occurred in one of the private dining rooms on the lower floor; The Dungeon Room which had been set up the night before for a banquet. The following morning the Hotel Manager unlocked the door to make a final check that everything was in order. She found a room in chaos. All the glassware on one table had been laid out in a circle around the table. The linen napkins had been unfolded and strewn all over the tables. A mirror and centerpiece on one table had been covered in dust although there was no source of such dust anywhere in the room. Something had held its own party in the room during the night.

Although the Castle section of the Hotel is the most haunted ghosts have been seen all over the Hotel. Mediums who have come to visit Ballygally have said that there were more ghosts than guests in the Hotel. Some reports include the sound of children running, the rustle of silk dresses, showers that turn themselves on and flood the rooms below, and the sound of knocking on the doors when no one visible is there."

Freddy looked around then spoke in a low voice, "But you didn't hear it from me."

…..

Sam stood at the floor to ceiling window overlooking the grounds and bridge that crossed the stream that fed through the castle grounds. "Stunning…you know I like these hunts in different places."

Castiel wrapped an arm around Sam's naked waist and smiled up at him, "Perhaps after our clean up here I could find something interesting closer to home."

Dean yanked him away from Sam and jealously wrapped his arms about his little blue eyed sweetie. "I'd appreciate that. I'm not one much for all this traveling. The food sucks."

Sam looked down at his near nakedness, "Could I get some real clothes? I can't hunt in just breeches."

In a flash Sam was dressed exactly like Cas and Dean. Dean burst out laughing, "Aw man…bitch, you look ridiculous!"

"Oh yeah you jerk, how about I put a size 14 boot up your ass!"

Castiel cocked his head looking deep in thought, "I wonder if it's the seaman lover we need to find."

That distracted the Winchesters from their fight and both started snickering.

Dean waggled his brows at Cas, "You don't have to look very far because I'm a semen lover."

Sam added, "Ba da bum!"

Cas was confused.

…..

Later that night Sam was disturbed by the sound of someone moving around over his head. It was coming from above so he knew that it was nothing to do with Dean and Cas. He had expected to be able to get a good night's sleep after his hot and sweaty afternoon out in the tall grass with his over sexed Irish lass since the walls in this old part of Ballygally were a solid six inches of stone.

He certainly did not expect even the athletic bedroom antics of Dean and Cas to seep through the wall and wake him up. No, this clumping around was definitely coming from overhead.

His fire on the hearth had burned down to embers and the cold ocean wind had found its way into his room through the ancient, leaky windows. He threw off the heavy handmade comforter and carefully lowered his naked feet to the cold, time worn oak floor. As soon as his toes touched down he was hunting for his socks. It felt like the cold was clawing its way up his legs.

There was another thump from overhead and something slithered over the floor. He thought he could hear weeping but it was so faint he could not be sure. He was wearing one of the hotel's flannel nightshirts, just to stay in tune with the atmosphere. He had never wanted Dean to see him in it however now that he was walking around in the cold Irish night air he wasn't going to take it off, brother or no brother.

He only hoped that Dean had gone to bed in his underwear because there was a hunt upstairs and he was going to go get his brother out of bed. Dean would possibly freeze his balls off before he'd put on a long flannel nightshirt. Sam snickered in anticipation.

Slipping his boots on untied Sam was about to reach for his door latch when something whistled past his window. It was large, dark and falling fast. He leaped to the window but it was already gone. Throwing up the glass and pushing the shutters open the ocean wind hit him full in the face.

He leaned out, as far as he could while still keeping a death grip on the window frame but it was too dark to see. The ocean waves rolled against the boulders on the shore and if there was a body down there the Hunter could not see it.

Overhead something creaked and he peered up the side of the lichen covered stonework. High above he could see shutters that matched his own, banging back and forth in the wind. A hand reached out and pulled the shutters closed. Sam's heart froze in his chest.

Yes, he had seen ghosts and monsters and wendigos but this hand was one of the worse. It manipulated a solid object and the sneaky way it closed the window sent ice water rushing down the Hunter's pine. This was no way Sam was facing this one by himself. He needed Dean and was pretty sure they were going to need Angel mojo to put this ghost down.

Sam clumped his way out into the hall and pounded on Dean's door.

"What the hell, Sam?" Dean barked as he threw the door open. "Nice dress."

"Shut up, jerk," Sam snapped back. "Ghost, there's a ghost stomping around upstairs. Get something on and get your Angel. We're going hunting,"

"Now, Sam?" Dean whined. "You want to go right now?"

"What's wrong with right now?" Sam asked then peered over Dean's shoulder to see Castiel sitting up in bed, eyes wide and hair rumpled.

"Oh, well, too bad." Sam huffed. "Cas, get dressed. You're needed too."

After a lot of muttering and grumping the ghost hunting party was on its way. Sam finally got to tie his boots. Dean was wearing his leather jacket but his legs were bare and he had sports socks pulled up to his knees. Cas wore his trench coat only. They were a motley crew.

"What's up with this ghost, Sam?" Dean asked. "If it's almost 800 hundred years old there's no body to burn. What are we going to do?"

"You're the muscle, Dean." Sam relied. "I'm the spell caster and Castiel is the Angel light to confuse and bemuse the ghost. I think I should tell you though. There might just be two of them. One took a dive past my bedroom window but a boney, ghost like arm closed the window afterwards."

"Great," Dean huffed, "More for the party. I have salt and an iron poker. I assume the spell or prayer or exorcism or whatever is neatly catalogued away in that giant brain of yours. Cas can glow in the dark at will. What more could we ask for?"

Castiel was last in line and could tell that Dean was getting tense. He reached out and laid a hand on Dean's naked thigh and rubbed to comfort the Hunter. His hand got smacked for his thoughtfulness.

"Hands off, angel boy," Dean growled. "We're working here; no groping allowed."

"I wasn't groping you, Dean," Cas replied stiffly. "I was offering comfort."

Out in front Sam laughed. "Knock it off, you two. Save it for your bed."

They found the little narrow staircase that led upstairs and ascended single file. At the top was a plank door with a small grillwork window. The whole thing was festooned with cobwebs. Sam had brought a little high intensity flashlight and it cast dancing shadows into every corner.

He reached out to the old, rusty door latch and gave it a good jerk. The door swung open on ancient hinges exposing a high ceiling, in a nasty cold room. It was long and narrow and at the far end was a single window, shutters still moving in the wind.

"What a lovely place," Dean said.

"I really don't think so, Dean," Castiel objected. "I think it is unpleasant and chill."

Still out in front Sam rolled his eyes. "You know, if I wanted a comedy turn I would have brought my IPOD."

Dean huffed and Castiel looked confused. "What does he mean, Dean?"

"He wants us to shut up, Cas. Moose is in charge."

There was a large old high-backed chair in front of the window. The closer Sam got the more sure he became that someone or something was sitting in it.

As they got closer the figure started to stand.

"Block the window, Cas," Sam shouted. "Keep her in here."

In a blink and with just the whisper of Angel feathers rustling Castiel appeared in front of the window, blocking the ghost's leap. Dean moved forward to draw a line of salt at Castiel's feet and Sam blocked the way to the door with the iron poker Dean had passed him.

It was the ghost of a very sad lady. She was thin and pale and almost completely transparent. What was still visible of her body was colored a depressing grey. Sam whispered his binding chant. He knew it would only hold her for a short period of time but that was all the time he needed.

This ghost was old and tired and would not take that much energy to disparate. The three of them together just about overwhelmed her as it was. Sam started to recite the Prayer for the Forgotten Dead and with each word another piece of the ghost faded away.

Prayer for the Forgotten Dead

O merciful God,

Take pity on this soul

Who has no particular friends and intercessors

To recommend him to Thee, who,

Either through the negligence of those who are alive,

Or through length of time is now forgotten

By his friends and by all.

Spare him, O Lord,

And remember Thine mercy

When others forget to appeal to it.

Let not the souls which Thou hqst created

Be parted from thee, their Creator.

May the souls of all the faithful departed,

Through the mercy of God, rest in peace.

Amen

Sam peered around for the owner of the ghostly arm but nothing else appeared. He began to suspect that it had been the Lady herself, reforming in her room after throwing herself out the window time and time again.

…..

Castiel announced the next morning they should stay one more night and all have a little well deserved break.

To keep Sam happy Castiel took the dark haired beauty from Sam's dreams and made her a reality.

Before Sam left to go exploring with the local piece of arm candy he told his big brother not to wear Cas out.

Dean glanced over at Cas then back to Sam, "We haven't actually done it yet."

Sam looked incredulous, "What…are you serious?"

Dean blushed so dark his freckles vanished, "Yeah I'm serious."

The girl Sam now knew as Molly had a giggle over that. "Well get to it you shy creature. If you ask me…"

Dean interrupted her, "Well I didn't ask you. Go have fun with my brother before you fade away." He stormed off embarrassed and frustrated.

…..

Cas and Dean strolled hand in hand getting lost somewhere on the vast grounds of Ballygally. This particular spot was obviously a hidden gem that only Castiel could find.

A tub of ice filled with a variety of local beers appeared along with a soft blanket and two large pillows.

Dean sat down and opened up a bottle holding it out to Cas, "Baby you treat me so fine."

His Angel sat next to him and in an instant both were naked. Dean's head swiveled back and forth as his free hand covered his naughty bits, "Hey what if someone shows up?"

Castiel took his beer away and pushed the handsome Hunter on his back. He boldly swung a leg over Dean's hips planting his ass firmly over a nice warm dick. "You worry too much."

Dean stared up at him wide eyed and almost innocent looking. In a way he was, Castiel knew Dean hadn't totally experienced being with a male. Then again the Angel hadn't either.

The pair had flirted and pined for each other. Chasing back and forth and at times used physical aggression to take the place of lovemaking. They both sacrificed for the other especially Castiel.

It wasn't until these European trips that the pair had made their feelings clear. There was the physical act and one word that eluded them both. Now there was no more frustration or need. This was the right time.

Castiel slide his hands slowly up to two nipples already stiff with excitement. He squeezed and rolled them between his fingers causing Dean to arch his back and moan loudly.

"Tell me what you want Dean."

The luminous green eyes closed to make what Dean said next a bit easier. "I want you to have me, but only you Cas."

Dean kept his eyes squeezed shut as damp fingers went exploring his body's secret places.

Castiel easily rolled Dean on his belly then spread the Hunter's cheeks apart, "You are so lovely Dean."

The Angel used his tongue where no man had gone before. Soon it went from gentle licking to insistent stabbing until Dean was begging for more and Castiel was satisfied that his love was ready.

Dean twisted the blanket in each hand as he felt his hips lifted. The deep, sensual voice of an Angel rumbled, "I'm taking what's mine."

Pain shot through the Hunter as his body was forcefully breached. Just when Dean thought he couldn't take one more thrust the cock inside him slid over the most delicious little spot.

Dean screamed his pleasure into the silk covered pillow. Soon he was pushing back to meet each forward movement.

"Right there…there, there!"

Castiel reached round and grasped the heavy dick bobbing between his lover's legs and stroked in time to the pounding. Finally his vessel seized up and every muscle went taut. The Angel moaned,"I love you Dean."

They reached their peak together. For Dean it felt like fireworks, apple pie and top shelf scotch all rolled into one. After decorating the blanket with his spend, Dean collapsed on the blanket sore, happy and exhausted.

Afterward the lovers held hands both staring up at the bright blue sky watching the white fluffy clouds pass by. Castiel pointed up to one in particular, "That one looks like a penis doesn't it Dean?"

Dean rolled his head lazily on the pillow to smile at his official boyfriend, "It sure does Cas…it sure does."

….

The next morning Sam was in his "Lord of the Dance" trousers and wore a t-shirt that said, "Kiss me I'm a Leprechaun."

Dean had tears rolling down his face from laughter until Sam gave him his t-shirt. It said, "I believe in Fairies."

Castiel found that quite amusing until Sam gave him his. It said, "I'm a Fairy."

The End

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European Ghost Stories was a fun collaboration between two writers. We hope you enjoyed reading the adventures of Sam, Dean and Castiel.