"I think it's better if we start from the beginning." Sam looked up from his laptop screen to find Dean sitting hunched over on the bed with eyes screwed shot and his head in his hands. Forgetting what he was saying, Sam jumped from his seat. "Dean?" he slowly walked towards his brother. "What's it Dean?"

"Hushhh." Dean murmured.

"Is it like a migraine? Wait, I'll get you a Tylenol." he said as he quickly grabbed the pill's bottle from his bag and passed two pills with a glass of water to Dean.

It took Dean almost an hour to be able drop his hands from his head. "Gosh. I hate it."

"Your nose had been bleeding again." Sam noticed the drops of blood on the floor.

"Not badly, though." Dean sighed. "At least I still remember you." he tried to smile.

"Funny." Sam growled. "We've to find the reason sooner. If this isn't a supernatural related thing, then we gotta get you to a better hospital before it's too late."

Dean took in a deep breath and looked up at Sam. "Whatever." he blinked, trying to send the pain away.

"Let's start from the beginning. We've three victims; all male and in their early 30s. They all had broken up with their girlfriends before they died and-" Sam rubbed his forehead. ".. and -"

"And their deaths looked mysterious."

"Yeah, that's it. First one died of a heart attack, the second one of an acute kidney failure. The third.. Umm, he died of a lung cancer."

"And the fourth one is dying of an invisible brain tumor."

"Dean." Sam warned.

"I'm just saying that they all had been healthy and well-built. How could someone die of a lung cancer while he's been well enough to run five miles every morning?"

"That's it. You're right. It's definitely paranormal. And hey, you are in your early 30s and you.. Umm, well, you-"

"Have just broken up with my girlfriend." Dean helped him.

"Yes. Now, who would do something like that?"

"Maybe a girl who has a broken heart and wants all guys like her boyfriend suffer and die."

"All jerks, you mean?" Sam smirked.

"They were in their early 30s, Sam; not some juniors in high school. They don't break up just because they're looking for something new. And not every breakup is the man's fault."

Sam felt the pain in Dean's voice and he knew it wasn't because of the headache. He mentally kicked himself as he remembered why Dean had broken up with Lisa. "Sorry, didn't mean to-"

"Forget it." Dean waved his hand and stood up. "Now, we've to find the girl. Look into the local articles; begin with the first issue published. Find if any girl had killed her ex or things like that."

"You kidding me, right? It could go back to one hundred years ago." Sam protested.

"Then, I suggest you start sooner." Dean grinned.

"And what are you gonna do?"

"Who? Me?" Dean grinned as he grabbed his jacket. "I'm gonna check on our girls. Two of them are shadier. I gotta watch them carefully."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Oh, how boring.. Poor you."

"Yeah Sammy; poor me." Dean laughed as he left the room.

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It was around 8 pm when Sam finally found something that was worth working on. He grabbed his phone and called Dean, when he didn't answer his phone, Sam's mind automatically went to the worst scenarios. Not knowing where to look for his brother, he grabbed his jacket and was about to leave the room when Dean turned the knob and entered, carrying their dinner's bags with one arm and a cup of coffee with the other.

"Dean. You alright?"

Dean took a sip from his coffee and just frowned.

"Dean?" Sam asked more anxiously.

"What? Would I be standing in front of you if I wasn't alright?"

"Well, you were standing in front of me this morning and you were not alright. So, excuse me if get worried when you don't answer your damn phone and you refuse to answer my question normally." Sam said exasperatedly, he couldn't shake the fear and dread that had been haunting him since that morning. He didn't know what he would do if Dean couldn't remember him ever again. That was the worst thing that could happen to him, well, apart from losing his brother to death.

"Whoa, chill down, dude. My hands were full. I couldn't answer the phone. Besides, today morning you found me inside the room, you really think that I would've been able to find my way back, if I couldn't remember even my own name?"

That sounded logical, but Sam couldn't help it. "Next time, you're not gonna go out without me."

Dean's brow rose. "In your dreams. Get your food and shut up."

"I mean it, Dean."

"And I mean it, Sam." Dean looked back sharply." I'm not gonna let you treat me like an 80 years old dude with a bad case of amnesia, so, just cut it."

Sam felt defeated; he knew that he wouldn't have liked Dean to treat him that way if the tables were reversed. But that didn't mean that he could shake his feelings and let Dean out of his sight. What if something happened and he wasn't there to help him? What if he died like the other victims? What if-

"I can give you a call every hour, if it makes you feel better." Dean still could read him better that anyone.

Sam nodded, knowing that, at that moment, it was the best thing he could get. "So what have you got?"

"Nothing. You?"

"Good news and bad news."

"Give me the bad news first."

"Sorry, it's not possible. I gotta give you the good news first, so I could deliver the bad one."

Dean sighed. "I knew I'd never find the chance to choose between them. Go on. You find our ghost?"

"How do you know it's a ghost?"

"You kidding me, right? I've been in this job for nearly 30 years. I think that's pretty easy to figure out when you've a ghost to catch. Besides, Elise, the girl number one, was acting really weird, today and I could tell that something was going on with her."

"You said you didn't have anything when I asked you, earlier." Sam complained.

"Yeah, I know." Dean smirked, choosing not to answer Sam's unspoken question. "So what's your good news?"

Sam shook his head and sighed. "Our ghost is a woman, who'd lived in this town 84 years ago and died at the age of 41. Actually she's been killed by the father of her ex."

"Let me guess, the old man believed that she was his son's murderer." Dean took a bite of his cheeseburger.

Sam nodded. "Exactly and I think he'd been right. Seems like her breakup with her fiancé had been really hard on her and that's why she'd decided to take her revenge on her ex. Apparently, it'd taken her almost 10 years, but -"

"Ten years?" Dean frowned before realization set in. "Oh boy, I know where this one goes. You're going to tell me that she had been working on some witchcraft during those 10 years and that's how she had killed that poor guy."

"What the hell? Have you spent your day in the library? Why don't you tell me the rest of this story?" Sam asked, his arms folded.

Dean raised his eyebrow teasingly while his mouth pulled into a sly smirk, but then just shrugged. "You know that I wouldn't go to the library willingly, boring jobs are for you. I just guessed based on my own luck. You know how much I hate witches. It couldn't be just a normal ghost; it had to be a witch's ghost."

Sam couldn't help but chuckle at that. "You're right about your damn luck."

"So, the bad news?"

"The bad news? The bad news is that she's witch. One of those girls probably has been too mad at her boyfriend and decided to make him pay for his actions."

"And now the witch is out and punishing every poor guy who reminds her of her own boyfriend." Dean concluded. "Just awesome."

"So what do we do?"

"We finish our dinners and then will go and talk to Elise. I'm sure she's something to do with this mess."

"Um, now? Are you sure that's a good idea? Shouldn't we wait till the morning?"

"We may not have that much time." Dean looked at his brother. "It didn't take that bitch long to kill off those poor guys. We gotta solve this sooner."

Sam nodded firmly. "You're right. Let's go then. We can eat later."

"Ahh, I'm sure she wouldn't do anything the next 15 minutes, let me finish my dinner." Dean whined but left his sandwich on the table, when he saw Sam leaving the room with no other word. "Damn you. I knew I shouldn't have said it before finishing my damn burger."

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