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05 Ghost of you
Bangor, Maine
Dean continued to smirk as he glanced back over to his brother. They were in a bar and Sam was over by the counter talking to a girl. She was incredibly hot and Dean had seen an opportunity. He'd asked Sam to get the drinks; hence he would have to talk to her since she was the barmaid.
'That's my boy' he grinned as the woman gave Sam her number and he smiled at her brightly before walking back over to Dean, noticing the look he was getting.
'Get her number?' Dean asked.
'Ah no' Sam said and sat down. 'Just the address to the local history museum'
Dean gave him a blank stare for a moment. 'Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?' he asked in shock.
Sam rolled his eyes and held up the napkin, where a phone number was clearly written upon it.
'Kidding' Sam sighed and Dean's smirk returned. 'I got her number, so what…it's not like anything will happen'
'You're such a freak, you know that?' Dean shook his head.
'Takes one to know one' Sam replied with a frown.
'Shut up' Dean replied and looked around at some of the how waitresses. The boys saw two ladies take the table beside them and they couldn't help but eavesdrop because of how loud they were talking and their topic interested them.
'Yeah, Sal thinks her house is haunted' the blonde said.
'Haunted? Come one' the brunette laughed. 'Why does she think that?'
'She said her husband saw these two kids watching him the other night. They were sitting on the couch and then seemed to appear and disappear rapidly' Brunette said, very convinced in her friend's story.
'Maybe he was seeing things?'
'Teresa, I'm serious. She said he tried to call an hour ago to complain about flickering lights and he thinks there are rats in the basement. She said he seemed pretty freaked out which is why she left just a second ago'
Sam and Dean looked at each other seriously and before Dean could react, Sam was heading over to the ladies.
'Hey' he smiled and they looked up at him. He flashed a badge and ID before continuing. 'I'm looking for a Sally Myers'
'Oh, she just left' brunette said.
'I'm going to need her address' Sam told them.
'Why?' Teresa asked.
'It's very important' Sam said and used his "convincing" face.
'Ah, 27 Bruckwood road' Brunette replied.
Sam nodded thanks and turned to Dean.
Dean held up a glass to sip when Sam took it from him and practically yanked him off the stool and out the door.
The Impala stopped outside the house and the boys got out quickly. Armed with pistols under their jackets, they rushed to the front door and Sam banged at it frantically.
'What?' a man answered the door angrily.
'Ah…is Sally Meyers here?' Sam asked and the boys flashed ID's.
'No, she's at work…why?' the man frowned.
'She's at work?' Dean repeated softly. 'Ah, do you know when she'll be back?'
'No, she always comes late' he said.
'Okay, we'll come back another time' Sam said and they went back to the car.
'I thought she left work' Dean raised an eyebrow. But a car approaching and driving into the house's driveway interrupted their theories.
'That's Sally?' Dean asked as he saw the barmaid Sam had spoken to earlier.
'Yeah…so?' Sam asked.
Sally walked inside and instantly there was some yelling from her husband.
'The happy couple' Dean commented sarcastically as there was now yelling from both of them. 'Maybe they just have issues' he shrugged.
'Maybe' Sam replied, unconvinced.
The house lights and nearby streetlights began to flicker. The wind picked up and the yelling inside stopped. Followed by Sally's high-pitched scream.
Sam and Dean rushed up to the door and kicked it open. Sally was in the living room, staring in terror at her husband as he pulled a gun on her.
'Woah' Sam saw him first and held up his hands. Dean came up beside him and quickly did the same.
'Yeah, they have issues' Dean muttered.
'Please Mark!' Sally pleaded with the angry man.
'Sam' Dean nudged his brother as two small children about five and eight appeared behind Mark, holding hands.
'Mr Meyers, please…just put the gun down' Sam said to him cautiously and kept his hands up.
'Or what?' Mark snapped. 'You'll arrest me? I don't think so'
The children looked angry and appeared right behind Mark, which Sally had now just noticed.
'Oh my god' she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.
Sam and Dean knew it wasn't the brightest idea to pull out their own weapons because that man had real bullets and looked more than willing to shoot them if they moved. But it also left them powerless to do anything as Mark was grabbed by the children and fell onto his back, the gun sliding across the floor behind him.
'Mark!" Sally yelled out and Sam grabbed her to keep her from going to him. 'Let me go!' she fought him.
'Hey, he tried to kill you' Sam told her. 'You still wanna die?' he asked, referring to what could happen if she went over there.
Sally stopped fighting and Sam just held her as Dean pulled out his salt gun and walked cautiously towards Mark as the children stared down at him. They leaned over and the boy stabbed him viciously with a large kitchen knife while the girl wailed loudly, making the witnesses cover their ears.
'Mark!' Sally screamed again, as he lay there, bloodied and…still.
The boy was soaked in Mark's blood but stood up again and the children turned to the witnesses.
'This is where we leave' Sam said and shoved Sally out the door as Dean shot the kids and followed.
'I'm so glad I got Dakota to stay with my friend tonight' Sally said in relief.
'Dakota?' Sam asked.
'My daughter' Sally said and pulled out her cell phone to call the police since she didn't know that Sam and Dean were pretending to be FBI agents.
'You okay?' Sam asked her and she nodded.
The cops showed up a few minutes later and the boys gave their brief statements and prayed Sally wasn't telling the full truth about the events tonight, because otherwise Sam and Dean were looking at being suspects since the police weren't going to take murdering ghosts too seriously.
'We'll call you if we have any further questions' the officers said and went to talk to the others.
'And this is where we get the hell outta here' Dean said quickly and Sam agreed. They made a dash for the car without making it look as though they were trying to make a quick exit, which they were.
As they were driving to a local motel that they'd spotted when they came into town, Sam kept frowning to himself and sighing.
'Dude, spit it out' Dean said.
'What?'
'You keep doing that sissy sigh of yours that usually means I'm about to do something I'll regret'
'No, I was not' Sam frowned and then rolled his eyes. 'It's just…it doesn't feel right'
'What doesn't?' Dean was confused now.
'The house. You really think whatever went on in there is over just because that man is dead?'
'Ah yeah…I do. Why? Your ESP vibe lighting up?' Dean asked.
'It's not ESP!' Sam glared and shook his head. 'And I just…turn around'
'Turn around?' Dean repeated. 'What? No-'
Sam grabbed the steering wheel and the Impala spun a full 180 degrees, running over the sidewalk and just missed a lamp pole.
'Are you crazy?' Dean snapped loudly but Sam gave him a serious look.
'We're going back'
'Sam-'
'Dean, something is still in that house'
'OKAY!!' Dean growled and put his foot on the accelerator.
'Perfectly normal' Dean frowned as a few hours later they were still sitting in the Impala and staring up at the dark house. They had to hide further away before until the police had cleared out. But now they were just across the street and the house was still and silent.
'Yeah' Sam sighed and relaxed. 'Or not' he frowned as the house lights and nearby lamps flickered just as they had before. A window suddenly shattered inwards on the second floor and the front door creaked open.
Sam and Dean get out of the car and open the trunk, grabbing a salt gun each and rushed inside, just as another upstairs window smashed.
They searched through the house with their guns out but found nothing. Upstairs they spilt up to take each side since it was a rather large house. Dean searched one end while Sam took the end with a spare room. He kicked open the door and saw the two kids sitting on the floor.
'Dean!' Sam called out and Dean appeared beside him. They aimed the guns at the kids. The girl and boy stood up and frowned at them.
The boy tipped his head to one side and smiled while the little girl started her wailing again.
The boys resisted covering their ears since the boy was approaching them with that large kitchen knife he's used to kill Sally's husband Mark earlier.
Dean fired his gun and the boy vanished. The girl suddenly got up and attacked them with the same knife.
'Son of a bitch!' Dean cursed as she had moved too fast for them to see and had they not of fired madly, the girl would have got them with that deadly knife.
The boy reappeared and now had the knife in his hand as the girl went back to her wailing.
The boys took off down the stairs as the kids were just too fast for them. The slid across the floor and stopped at the front door.
The boy stood there and watched them for a moment.
Sam and Dean yelled out as they were suddenly thrown backwards out of the now-open front door and landed a few feet from the house.
They quickly got back onto their feet but the front door slammed and locked. The windows were next and then the entire house went dark. It was still and silent once more…
It was about lunchtime the following day when Sam finally came across some results on his laptop while Dean watched some boring daytime TV.
'I think I have something' Sam announced and Dean switched off the TV.
'Thank God, daytime TV sucks' Dean sighed and went over to see what Sam had.
'Okay, so about a hundred years ago this family moved into the house…look familiar?' Sam turned to laptop around so Dean could see the photo of the old family. It was of them in the living room. There was the five-year-old daughter and the eight-year-old son on their father's lap.
'Yeah, those kids. So what happened?' Dean asked but guessed they'd been killed or something since that's how it usually ended.
'There's an article' Sam brought it up and roughly summarized what he'd read. 'The father was drunk one night and apparently he grabbed a…heh, get this: a large kitchen knife' Sam said and Dean raised an eyebrows. 'He then stabbed them to death on the living room floor' Sam finished.
'Now where have I heard that before?' Dean asked sarcastically. 'Does it say where they were buried?'
'Local cemetery' Sam nodded. 'In a large crypt at the back, which as been blessed by their grandmother' Sam raised his eyebrow.
'Has anyone lived in the house since daddy dearest killed the kids?'
'Ah…no, at least not until Sally and Mark moved in a few weeks ago' Sam replied after looking it up.
'What happened to the dad?' Dean asked, trying to get as much information as possible.
'Ah…' Sam frowned and searched for that answer, 'Doesn't say how or when, but he's dead now'
Dean nodded and sighed. 'So we salt and burn the kids bones tonight. Think that'll do it?'
'Should do' Sam nodded. 'Hey? You hungry? I'm gonna go and get something'
'Yeah, I'm starved' Dean nodded. 'Get me something deep fried'
Sam sighed and grabbed his jacket.
He drove down to the town and got out of the Impala. It wasn't overly crowded so it was quite good. He saw a blonde-haired lady nearby struggling to get her shopping bags into her car. Sam rushed to help her as one of the bags slipped and the contents hit the ground.
'Dang!' she cursed to herself.
'Let me help' Sam offered and crouched down to pick the things up.
'Thank you' she smiled. But once he stood up and she got a better view of him, she gasped and grabbed his arm in shock.
'You okay?' he asked in concern, glancing at the firm grip on his arm.
'Oh my…Sam?' she just could not believe her eyes. 'Sam Winchester?' she reached into her pocket and pulled out a picture of Sam and Jessica from years back, before the fire. 'Oh' she looked like she was going to pass out. 'I-I have always hoped to meet you but everyone said you disappeared with your brother just after the fire. I'm Caroline Moore…Jessica's mother'
Now it was Sam's turn to be shocked. 'Ah…well um…nice to meet you' he held out his hand but got a strong hug instead.
'Jessica would write to me often and sent some photos; she spoke of you each time. How wonderful you are and…oh it's such a pleasure to finally meet you Sam!'
'I'm sorry' Sam's tone softened and turned very sad, along with his expression. 'I couldn't…I couldn't save her…'
'Honey, I don't blame you' she placed a hand on his cheek. 'I'm just so happy that my daughter had you, that you loved her as much as you did. If anything, I'm glad for that' she smiled and saw the guilt and pain in his eyes. 'You shouldn't blame yourself Sam' she said, knowing full well she was crying herself. 'The only thing I blame is those idiots that did the wiring! I tried to sue them…but it was a losing battle' she sighed. 'Shall we get lunch?' she asked with a smile.
'Dude, where were you?' Dean snapped as Sam returned ages later.
'Ah, had lunch with someone…a woman' Sam shrugged and Dean grinned.
'A woman?' Dean asked. 'And…?'
'Shut up' Sam replied and Dean noticed an odd look on his brother's face. He knew when to push his brother and clearly now was not the time.
'You wanna talk about it?' Dean asked. He wasn't the guy to share his thoughts and feelings, but he was willing to listen to his brother if something was bothering him.
'No' Sam replied and kept his back to Dean.
'Okay' Dean nodded and accepted the burgers and fries. 'You okay?' he asked, as Sam seemed pretty shaken about something.
'I'm fine' Sam lied and just kept to himself then.
That night the boys drove back to the house and watched it for a moment. They saw nothing was going on so they continued past and down a few blocks to the local cemetery.
'That it?' Dean asked and pointed to a large crypt at the back, which was weather worn and had a very bleak appearance.
Sam glanced down at the picture he was carrying and compared.
'Yeah, looks like it' he sighed and followed Dean over to it.
Dean used his shovel to break open the lock and with the help of Sam they were able to pry open the stone door enough to allow them access.
They placed their bags on the floor and turned their flashlights on to give the room a quick scan over before searching for the coffins.
'Bradley Barton' Dean wiped some dust from the coffin and read the name engraved on it in gold. 'This the boy?'
'Yeah' Sam nodded and wiped the part on the other coffin. 'Suzy Barton' he said. 'This is the daughter'
'Well, let's get to work' Dean used a crowbar to get the coffin lid open and shoved it off onto the floor, making it land loudly.
'Why did you bring a shovel?' Sam suddenly noticed as he did the same for the girl's coffin, but with more care than Dean and placed the lid upright against a wall.
'Precaution' Dean shrugged and lifted the young boy's body from the coffin and placed him on the stone floor. Sam brought the girl's body over and laid her right beside her brother's corpse.
Dean grabbed the salt tin and salted each skeleton thoroughly and Sam moved to pour the flammable liquid over them afterwards. Dean pulled put a matchbox from his back pocket and lit several matches together, dropping it onto one body. The boy's corpse went alight and then the girl's caught on fire as well.
Sam and Dean stood and watched as the flames burn for several minutes until they had nothing much but ashes left. Dean scattered them and Dean put the coffin lids back on, which were pretty heavy but he somehow managed.
They left the crypt and didn't even bother to hook the padlock back on because the door wasn't going to budge. They gave up and headed back to the Impala.
'You know, now that this is over…you know what you have to do right?' Dean asked as he opened the driver's side door.
'No, what?' Sam asked; confused as to what he could possible have to do now.
'Call Sally' Dean smirked and Sam glared at him.
They drove down the streets and back to their motel room. Dean claimed the shower first and Sam was in no mood to argue. He took his jacket off and sat on his bed to remove his boots when his cell phone rang.
'Hello?' he asked and glanced at his watch, seeing it was almost 11pm.
'Hey Sam, it's Sally'
'Sally?' Sam frowned. 'It's kinda late'
'Ah yeah, sorry' she sighed. 'I just wanted to say goodbye since you and Dean did kind of save my life back there the other day'
'You're leaving…now?' Sam asked.
'Yes, I don't want to face the funeral tomorrow and all his family and my family will be there. Mark was a jerk but hey, I married him' she laughed nervously but was clearly upset.
'Well, good luck to you then' Sam smiled.
'Thanks Sam, you too' Sally replied. 'Okay, um…I guess this is goodbye'
'Yeah, maybe I'll see you around again one day?' he shrugged.
'Maybe' Sally said. 'Bye Sam'
'Bye' he replied and she hung up.
Dean peaked his head out of the bathroom and gave him a questioning look.
'Sally' Sam rolled his eyes, imagining what his brother would think of that. 'She's leaving town and just said goodbye'
'Ah huh' Dean nodded. 'Funny isn't it?' he asked as he came back into the room. 'I mean she gave you her number right?'
'Yeah…so?'
'Sammy, wasn't she married when she gave you that number?'
'Mark was a jerk' Sam shrugged and grabbed a change of clothes now that the shower was free.
'Whatever dude' Dean yawned. 'But if the married chicks are hitting on you…maybe there is hope for you after all' he joked and Sam glared.
Sam shook his head and went for a shower.
'Oh Sammy' Dean smirked and grabbed the TV remote, settling himself down on his bed for another late night movie.
During the night as Dean was sleeping soundlessly in his bed, Sam woke suddenly from a nightmare and sat up for a little while before he was sure he could get back to sleep calmly. He lay down and then jumped as someone touched his face.
Sam's eyes grew wide as he saw the face he had longed to see again for so long.
'Jess?' he asked and stared at her as she sat beside him and smiled.
'Hey Sam' she said. 'Do you miss me?'
'You have no idea' he said and reached to touch her face, to find he could. Her scent reached him and it was almost too much to handle.
'I heard you met my mum, she's great isn't she?' Jess asked.
'Yeah' Sam nodded and tried to act as though she was really here but in the back of his mind he knew this had to be a dream or she was at least a spirit.
'But she's right…it's not your fault'
'I should have told you' Sam confessed. 'The truth, about my visions and-'
'Shh' she placed a finger over his lips. 'No Sam. You didn't know it was really going to happen, there is nothing you could have done to save me. If the demon didn't get me that night then he would have found another way and another time' she ran a hand through his hair. 'You're right…I'm not really here. But I am' she said. 'Sam, you have to move on'
'I can't' Sam told her firmly.
'You will' Jess nodded. 'Maybe not now, or next week…but you will'
'I love you Jess, so much more than you know' Sam felt the tears in his eyes. He really missed her so much and to see her like this now and know she's not really here…it brought up old wounds.
'I do know' Jess nodded. 'I know you tried to save me, I know you were shopping for rings…I know everything' she placed both of her hands on each his cheek, looking right into his eyes. 'I love you too Sam, but it's time to move on' she leaned closer. 'Let me go' she whispered and kissed his lips softly...
'Argh!' Sam cried out and fell off the bed, hard.
'Sam?' Dean groaned and sat up, seeing his brother fighting the tangle of sheets on the floor.
'Jess?' Sam looked around and sighed in defeat. He saw Dean watching him with half-open eyes and was stifling a yawn.
'It's nothing' Sam sighed sadly to his brother. Dean collapsed back onto his pillow, asleep instantly.
Sam looked to the spot where he'd seen Jessica. He got back into bed and stared at the ceiling. It was going to be several more hours before he could get back to sleep…
Teaser:Human by day…
Creature by night…
Yes, he could smell everything. Rotted gutters, the neighbor's dog, the pizza place in town and…fresh meat.
No place is safe in this neighborhood…
'What the-' Maria had heard the scratching. She looked out the window but there was nothing there. She looked down and the sides, nothing. She shrugged and went back to the room while Chris watched her from above
'Yeah' the officer sighed. 'There's a lot of blood, I don't even think I've seen something like that before…so brutal' he shook his head and looked like he was going to hurl.
Human by day…Creature by night…
'Look we got real work to do, so maybe we could pick this up another time' Dean said
And if that wasn't enough…'Man, that is just nasty' Dean gasped
'They're not FBI agents' she glared
This creature does not kill for food…'The rush of adrenalin…sense of immortality' Chris smirked and licked his lips. 'The soothing taste of human blood'
He is having the time of his life!
'You're sick' Dean frowned. 'And you're not immortal'
'Oh, but I am' Chris grinned and dashed into the hallway.
How do they stop a killer this strong?Chris tackled Sam to the floor since he didn't have time to react. They went down hard and Dean was knocked into a wall by Chris's clawed hand.
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