"Dean, wake up," Sam said from behind the wheel, nudging his brother in the arm, they had only stopped once to swap drivers at St Louis
"What," he asked groggily, Sam pointed to the side of the road, where flashing lights were cutting into the early morning darkness, from the three police cars and ambulance just outside the cemetery, Dean sat up straight rubbing the sleep from his eyes as Sam pulled up behind one of the cars, grabbing their agent badges from the console, they walked over to the scene
"Can I help you," a man wearing a sheriff's badge asked, the boys showed their badges, with a quick flick, then pocketed them
"Just passing though, thought we'd check if you needed any help," Dean said giving the scene a quick sweep with his eyes,
"Not much you can do, girls over there," he pointed to the ambulance, a girl sat in the back wrapped in a blanket, "says her friend was killed by a ghost"
"Ghost really?" Sam asked confounded
"Probably an OD on drugs or something, or a serial killer, maybe both"
"But you don't know for sure," Sam questioned,
"Where still waiting on the lab results for the others," he replied,
"Others," Sam asked nonchalantly
"Yeah this is the third one, bloody idiots, we tried to close off the area, and after the first one happened now everyone thinks it's some big game,"
"So what makes you think drugs are involved" Sam asked
"The witnesses are claiming ghost did it, what do you think," Sam and Dean responded with humorous looks
"You mind if we take a look around" Dean asked
"Knock your selves out,"
"ok, thank you sir," Sam said, they walked over to the body that lay on the ground, a sheet pulled over her, they bent down and lifted the sheet, the girl looked as if she was sleeping, except for the blood that soaked her T-shirt
"Thank you sir" Dean mimicked his brother, Sam hit him playfully
"You think we're onto something" Sam asked
"we just drove 12 hours, Sam, not to mention I've pissed Lorraine off, again, see what you can find out, I'm gonna go talk to the girl," Dean replied,
"You afraid Michelle's gonna show up again" Sam laughed
"Just go," Dean snapped as he headed over to the girl, she was pale and shaking despite the heavy blanket that was wrapped her shoulders "Hey how's it going," Dean smiled, she gave him a frown, her eyes blood shoot from crying, Dean cleared his throat "yeah, ok, can you tell me what happened,"
"You hear about the other two that were killed here," Dean nodded, " we'll Vanessa was with Connie, who was visiting her mother's grave when she died, and Vanessa, she kept going on about a ghost, so we all thought she was going crazy from shock or something, you know, so me and jenny thought it would be fun to check it out" Dean frowned, the amount of times he heard someone say they thought it would be fun to check if a place really is haunted was ridiculous, he was about to scold the girl when he saw Sam rushing over to him, "ok well thanks," Dean turned went turn away, "ah, sorry for your loss" he added as an afterthought the girl let out a small whimper as another set of tears came, Dean gave her a sympathetic smile then walked up to Sam,
"What did she say," Sam asked
"Ah, just, let's check out the haunted cemetery story," Dean told him, "what about you,"
"Alright," Sam was smiling, "last month a woman, Carol, dies in a car accident, nothing abnormal, right, well first victim, Samantha, was her sister, second victim, Connie-"
"Was Samantha's daughter?"
"Right," Sam smiled again,
"You seem surprisingly happy about all this," Dean frowned, Sam ignored him
"All the bodies, where found over here," Dean looked at him waiting for the punch line, "Samantha, Connie AND Carols grave are all on the other side, of the cemetery"
"So what about this Jenny, she any relation,"
"Not that they know of," Sam told him, "but they weren't just all found in the same place Dean, they where all found on the same grave," Dean smiled, know he knew why Sam was smiling, this case was going to be easier than they thought,
"Alright we'll go check in to a hotel and see what we can find out about the grave,"
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"You ok," Joanne asked her sister as she walked into the lounge room, that had been rearranged this morning, Joanne sat on the arm of the lounge
"I wish people would stop asking me that, I'm ok, I'm fine, I'm bloody great," Joanne looked unconvinced "if I wasn't you'd know,"
"Lorraine you went like this last time you saw Dean,"
"Like what," Lorraine snapped defensively, not slowing as she zoomed across the room, picking up one of the end tables and moving it,
"Rearranging the house,"
"What's wrong with a little change," Lorraine replied, as she stood back and studied the table, not liking where she put it, picked it up and placed it down in another spot
"This is more than change it's bordering on scary, what it is, if you don't slow down your gonna blow a fuse" Lorraine slumped onto the lounge, Joanne slid off the armrest so she sat next to her sister
"I miss Sam too," she whined resting her head on Lorraine's shoulder
"About that, what exactly is going on with you two," Lorraine asked, Joanne sat up abruptly
"Nothing,"
"Oh, sure," Lorraine replied mockingly, "you can't tell me there is nothing going on,"
"ok, ok, maybe there is something going on, I just don't know, what it is exactly" she smiled distractingly "it's like he's holding back, or something," Lorraine nodded in understanding,
"If that's how you feel then how come you're putting so much pressure on me about Dean,"
"because, Lorraine, you have a daughter together, and you obviously love each other," Lorraine looked hopeful, "you guys are past that stage, now, you should be like the couple about to celebrate their silver anniversary," a look of worry washed over Lorraine's face,
"How long do you think it would take us to pack up the house, and move to let's say Florida,"
"Lorraine," Joanne said sternly,
"I'm joking ok," Lorraine smiled, "I'll be fine, let's just see if they come back first,"
"You don't think they will,"
"Oh Sam will for sure, he's smitten, but Dean, give him a couple of days and he'll realize he's made a mistake," Joanne wanted to slap the stupidness out of her sister,
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"Ok hit me," Dean said, they had been in Tennessee for 5 days now, each lead hitting a dead end, they had managed to rule out anything supernatural with the car crash, or the ghost being carol,
"Alright, the grave belonged to a woman by the name of Julia Roberts,"
"Like the actress," Dean asked
"Yeah like the actress," Sam laughed, "36 years ago she kills herself,"
"36 years is a pretty long time, to lay dormant, any construction done on the cemetery lately," Sam shook his head, "ok what else,"
"I spoke to Carol and Samantha's sister, your gonna love this, Jenny and Connie, are cousins," Dean raised his eye brows curiously, "Jenny's mum, and Samantha, had the different mum's but there father is the same guy, a one Daniel Blake"
"Oh that sly dog," Dean laughed,
"Now this is just gossip," Dean rolled his eyes, and Sam laughed, "this guy was a real player, and he was engaged to Julia,"
"Huh," Dean answered, "so do they say why she killed herself,"
"Just your average housewife gossip,"
"Broken heart, that sort of thing," they both nodded, "so you think this is our girl,"
"Possibly I mean it fits the M.O,"
"ok lets go dig her up," Dean grabbed the car keys off the table, he wanted to get this over and done with and though he would never admit, he was missing Lorraine and Mary,
"Wait, Dean, we don't know for sure, or why, and we can't just go and dig up some woman's grave,"
"You got any better ideas, Sam, or do you want to wait till she kills someone else" he asked,
"No of course not,"
"Well then come on," Dean walked out and Sam had no choice but to follow,
"I still don't think this is a good idea," Sam said as Dean dug up the grave, it was dark, moon sat snuggly behind the clouds and the only light was from the torch that Sam pointed into the grave site,
"Can you just keep that light still please," despite it being cold, you could see where the sweat had soaked though his shirt,
"wait I hear something," Sam whispered, Dean stopped digging and listened to the scuffling sound, Sam pulled out his gun and rested it on the arm that held the torch, turning in circles trying to find the source of the noise, leaving Dean in total darkness, "I think it's coming from over here," he walked off
"Sam, get back here, Sam" Dean whispered, he couldn't see without the torchlight "son of a bitch," he said under his breath as he fumbled in the duffel bag for another torch
Sam walked towards the noise quietly, he knew he was going the right way because the noise was getting louder only now he could tell that it was whispering, a few more steps and the culprits came into view, both the girls screamed when they saw Sam,
"Whoa whoa, its ok," Sam said gently holding both hands up, "I'm not going to hurt you," the girls let out a loud sigh of relief
"What are you doing here," he asked,
"We wanted see if it was true," one of the girls said,
"are you stupid," Sam replied, both girls looked down shamefully, "look just go back home now ok," he watch them turn around and head towards the exit, he headed back to Dean, who he expected wouldn't be too happy with him, that he left him without any light, Sam heard a scream behind him, he turned and ran in the direction of the girls, one of them huddled on the ground shaking uncontrollably,
"What happened," Sam asked her
"She took her," the girl cried,
"Who took her," Sam was crotched down at her level,
"This woman" she babbled a few more incoherent words, pointing in the way that her friend was dragged,
"ok, ok, come with me," Sam said as he pulled her to her feet, and practically dragged her back to Dean, when they reached him Dean stood at the top of the grave, watching the flames dancing in the darkness,
"Who's that," He asked Sam and the girl came up next to him,
"She came with a friend, the ghost got her,"
"damn it," Dean growled, the girl started to cry again, "you hear about a ghost knocking off people somewhere, stay the hell away," he snapped "which way did they go,"
"this way," they grabbed their bags, and ran off after the girl, "oh, no, no, no," the girl fell to her knees as her friends body lay on the ground, "is she dead," she asked the boys, despite the blood that soaked her shit Dean crouched down placing two figures on the dead girls neck, then shook his head, The other girl cried hysterically, she grabbed hold of Sam and buried her face into his chest, Sam placed a comforting hand on her back,
"get her out of here, I'll go fill in the grave," Dean said grabbing the shovel and a torch out of the bag, the girl still held on to Sam as he walked her back to the car,
"So what's your name," Sam asked as they sat in the car,
"Lilly," she replied, "my friend is Abby,"
"Ok, Lilly, I'm Sam," he told her, "tell me what you saw,"
"We were heading back to the car, when that woman she went straight past me, and grabbed Abby, dragging her off,"
"Abby wasn't related to the other three victims by any chance was she" Lilly looked at him indifferently, "never mind,"
"She didn't look human,"
"She was a ghost," Lilly's eyes went wide, Sam hated that look he saw every time, and he knew that Lilly's life would never be the same again, the poor girl had a life of paranoia to look forward to
"So it is true"
"So it would seem," Sam answered as Dean got into the car,
"So what now," she asked
"We'll take you home, then we'll call the cops, tell them where the body is, they take care of her"
"And the ghost," her voice had already taken on a hint of fear that she would never get rid of,
"We'll take care of that," Sam smiled reassuringly
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Dean had just hung up the phone, they had dropped Lilly off at home then went back to the hotel, "so now what, Sam, I salted that woman," Dean said
"What if it wasn't her, Abby was left on the path, all the rest on the grave," Sam commented
"We'll the usual dump site was on fire," Dean pointed out "ok, then who? What else could be the connection?"
"Also why take Abby, and not Lilly," Sam added
"She grabbed the closest one,"
"No Lilly said she went straight past her," Sam had a look of confusion on his face as he stared at the computer screen hoping that the answer would jump out from it,
"Well, what do we know so far? There all women, it's not prejudice to age, and possibly all family, hers?" he suggested,
"his," Sam said, it suddenly dawning on him, "she getting revenge on his family, remember that time in Lake Manitoc the little boy went after the families until he got the guy who killed him,"
"Yeah, Wisconsin right," Dean said, "I remember that, we need to find this fiancée guy," Sam typed on the computer,
"I got fifteen D. Blakes," Sam said
"Any in Tennessee" Dean asked,
"Nope,"
"Damn it," Dean groaned,
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The next morning found them in the small town's library/Records registry, the old woman looked like she was in the better half of eighty, her thick glasses perched on the end of her nose magnifying her eyes, giving her the look of an old owl, her thinning hair clipped back tight enough to pull out the wrinkles around her eyes, she gave the boys a stern look as they approached her,
"good morning, Our mum is a huge history buff, and her birthday coming up, and we thought we would surprise her with a family tree," Dean smiled at the woman, who stared at him with boredom and unconcern, "you see where stuck on one of her uncles, a Daniel Blake, we heard he grew up here,"
"30 dollars," she replied, her voice just as hard as her expression, "will give you access to records," Dean pulled out his wallet and handed her the money, "just don't leave a mess," she said snatching the money,
"What sweet old lady," Dean said once they were out of earshot, Sam laughed, as he pulled open one of the file cabinets and flicked though the B section until he found the one he was looking for,
"Daniel Martin Blake, born 15 June 1943, only child, no children,"
"We'll that bites that one," Dean said annoyed,
"What if it didn't go on record," Sam suggested, "say Samantha's mum was already married,"
"Not exactly something you want thrown around as public knowledge, so how sure are we that this is the same guy,"
"I don't know, but I'm running out of ideas," Sam replied
Half an hour later they pulled up outside the old rundown house, they could hardly make out the path under weeds that lead up to the path, before they could reach the porch, the front door hurled open, nearly flying off its rusted hinges and a man who looked like he hadn't showered in days, stood there with a bottle in hand,
"What do you want," He grunted loudly,
"Are you Daniel Blakes," Sam cautiously approached the man
"Who's asking," He replied
"I'm Sam, this is Dean," he indicated to his brother, "we just want to ask you a few questions about Julia," the man scowled
"Not interested," He slammed the door as he walked back into the house,
"I don't have time for this shit," Dean said, as he stopped up the stairs and banged on the door,
"Don't you hear too well, boy," Daniel slurred,
"ok, here's the truth, you managed to piss Julia off something fierce when she was alive and now she's back and killing people," Dean told him, Daniel just looked at him like he hadn't heard a word Dean said,
"Look where trying to find out how we can finally put her to rest," Sam told him, the old man let out a sigh,
"What do you want to know," he said gloomily,
"Whatever you can tell us," Dean replied
"You may not think it now, but I was once known as a ladies' man, and back then it wasn't so taboo,"
"Not according to Julia," Dean remarked
"You wanna hear this or not," Dean cleared his throat and gave him a please continue nod, "but your right, Julia didn't like it. And I had hoped to god that she didn't find out but she did and she walked out on me, the next morning the police came by told me she had killed herself, and I'll tell you now I loved Julia, but surely you know what it like being a man," he tried to validate his actions
"So you know about what's happening in the cemetery,"
"Yeah, I heard." The man responded, his eyes and voice filled with sorrow again,
"And you know the victims," Dean asked
"Yeah," the man nodded, "first my little Sammy," Dean had to cover his smile behind his hand,
"So she is your daughter," Sam asked, ignoring Dean,
"my first, and I loved that little girl, Amanda, her mum, she would bring her round every now and then, after Julia had…" he didn't finish the sentence, "I wasn't put down as father, so Julia wouldn't find out, but I didn't try to cop put of my responsibilities, I paid me child support or whatever it was," he defended himself, "for all my girls…" he trailed off again " Now if you don't mind I'd like to get back to my sorrows," he held the bottle up and gave it a shake and then shut the door again, As they walked back to the car Dean thought again about Mary, and found himself actually sympathizing with the man,
"So you think it is Julia," Sam interrupted,
"It makes sense, poor guy," Dean said looking back at the house
"What?" Sam laughed,
"At least he did the right thing by his kids; and unless we can come up with another way to get rid of this ghost the poor bastard is going to have to sacrifice himself," Sam was so shocked by what his brother had said he thought maybe he hadn't heard him properly
"Who are you and what have you done to my brother?"
"Funny," Dean replied, but his brother was right, before he had found out about Mary, he would have thought the bastard got what he deserved,
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Daniel Blake stumbled towards the Cemetery, as soon as he entered the gate the ghost of Julia appeared looking exactly the way she had the last time he had seen her,
"Julia" He cried the near empty bottle of jack's smashed to the floor as the man feel to his knees and started to weep, "oh, Julia why?" The big man sobbed, in half an instant Julia stood over him, she reached down and grabbed his hand, and Daniel let himself be lead to the freshly re-filled grave, Julia put a transparent finger to her lips as she laid him down, lowering herself he cold lips rested on his for a moment then Daniel screamed out on agony as his heart was ripped from his chest, a evil smile on his once beautiful fiancée was the last thing he saw.