Chapter 7: The Face of the Spirit

"Are you alright?" Dean asked once they were safely on the road again, sparing a glance at his brother.

"I'm fine," Sam replied, checking himself for bruises.

"Man, I hate to admit it, but that damn ghost led us there to attack us!" Dean huffed, seeming genuinely hurt by that fact. "She was evil, Sammy. You were right."

"No, you're wrong," Sam answered.

"I know, that's what I'm saying."

"No, you're wrong about being wrong. You're right."

"I'm right about you being right? Right?"

"Wrong," Sam snapped.

"I'm wro-? What?" Dean asked in confusion.

"The girl from my dream is not the one that attacked us," Sam clarified.

"But she was the one who led me to the well," Dean argued, "Then tried to shove me in."

Sam shook his head. "She's not the one who pushed me, Dean. It was another spirit."

"How do you know?"

"Because, Dean, it was a different voice, a different feeling... It wasn't the same girl. She must have led you to the well to help me."

"So she's good now, and I'm right, right?" Dean asked.

"I don't know about the Necromancy theory, but you were right about the girl," Sam admitted.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Dean asked after a pause.

"Yes, Dean, I'm fine," Sam answered, unable to keep a smile off his face.

"Good," his brother replied, "'Cause you're dripping nasty well water all over my car, so your ass better be alright."

Sam laughed at the comment.

"Yeah, laugh it up. And, man, take a shower. You smell like a sewer."
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"Any strange messages on the mirror?" Dean asked as his brother left the bathroom, clean and smellng like soap.

"No," Sam answered, toweling his hair dry, "Find anything?"

"Not sure," Dean replied, turning the laptop so Sam could see the screen, "But I did find this. About five years or so ago a local girl was murdered. She was about seventeen and she left behind a twin sister who had to be admitted to the local asylum afterwards. Seem she couldn't handle the loss of her sister."

"Why is that unusual?" Sam asked.

"Because," Dean replied, seeming to hesitate before he spoke again, "Her twin claimed that," he leaned over and read a direct quote, "'The spirits killed her. I saw them come and I saw them leave. They were with us all the time.'"

"That's why they admitted her?" Sam asked, "Because she started talking about spirits?"

"Yeah," Dean answered.

"And the sister?"

"Murderer never caught, but her family says that the sisters used to talk to spirits all the time. Sam, the girl's sister wasn't crazy. They were both clairvoyants. Look here."

Dean pulled up a picture of the two girls so that his brother could see. The sisters had to be about 15 or 16 in the photo. They were caught with smiles on their young faces as they stood in front of an old church. But the church was not the only tell-tale part of the picture. And it was not Free Hope Church that made Sam gasp, and it was not the phantom lights that seemed to surround the twins in the picture, it was the green eyes that stared back at him from both the twins. It was those green eyes that he remembered so clearly from his dream, the eyes of the girl that had come to him from across the grave to deliver a message.

"D-Dean," Sam gasped, "Dean, that's her. That's the girl!"

"That's her?" Dean asked, "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Well, that explains why her spirit is powerful; she was a psychic when she was alive," Dean pointed out. "A lot like you, I guess."

Sam looked at his brother and there was an unusual look in his eyes that the younger could not quite make out.

"Then why did she come to you first?" Sam asked.

"Feeling a little jealous?" Dean inquired with a grin, "I can't help the fact that the ladies can't resist me. Even the dead ones."

Sam punched Dean on the arm playfully.

"So, is it possible we can talk to the sister?" Sam asked, turning back to the picture.

"Already arranged it," Dean said with a smile, "We have an appointment later tonight."

Sam looked back at the girl with the green eyes. "What was her name?"

Dean hesitated again before answering. "The one who died was Emily Hoffkins. The one we're going to see is Jessica."

Sam started at the name.

"Just a coincidence," Dean reassured him.

"In my experience," Sam replied, "There's no such thing as coincidence."