Two days later the three of them were in Colorado for their next job. They were in a morgue to take a look at the body of a guy who had died recently. The coroner lead the three of them into a room and opened up a body bag. ''Agents, meet Frank O'Brien.''
The three of them looked at the body. ''He died of a heart attack, right?'' Sam asked.
''That's right, three days ago.''
''But O'Brien was 44 years old and a marathon runner.''
''Everybody drops dead sooner or later. It's why I got job security.''
''Yeah, but Frank kicked it here. Now, just yesterday, two perfectly healthy men bit it in Maumee. All heart attacks, you don't think that's strange?'' Dean added.
''Sounds like Maumee's problem to me. Why's the FBI give a damn, anyway?''
''We just want to see the results of Frank's autopsy.''
''What autopsy?''
''The one you're gonna do.'' Dean smiled at him.
The coroner began to cut open the dead body and glanced up towards them. ''First dead body?'' He asked.
''Far from it'' Dean said.
''Oh, good. Because these suckers can get pretty ripe. Hey, hand me those rib cutters, would you?''
Dean picked up the rib cutters and handed them to him. As he cut through the ribs it took everything in Sam to keep himself from squirming. Dean however didn't seem to notice as he was too busy smirking at his sister's horrified face. She glared at him and looked down to Franks hand, noticing a mark on his finger. ''Hey is that from a wedding ring? I didn't think Frank was married.''
''Ain't my department.'' The coroner replied to her. Sam picked up his arm and took a look at the marks on the back. ''Any idea how he got these?'' He asked him.
''You know what? When you drop dead, you actually tend to drop. Body probably got scraped up when it hit the ground.. Huh.''
''What?'' Sam asked.
''Well I can't find any blockages in any of the major arteries.'' He said. The coroner pulled out the heart. ''Heart looks pretty damn healthy.. Hold this will you?'' He handed the heart to Dean. This time it was him who looked as though he was about to throw up earning a smirk from both his right and left side. The coroner cut through something else in the body causing Sam's face to be splashed with blood.
''Oh, sorry. Spleen juice.'' He said. Dean looked over at Kate who was apparently trying her best to contain her laughter at them both.
As they walked out of the morgue onto the street she suddenly bust into laughter. ''Spleen juice, that's hilarious.'' She laughed. Sam did his best bitch face at her before feeling the smirk tugging on his own lips. They climbed into the car and Dean began to drive. ''So, Sheriff's office?'' Dean suggested. Sam nodded in agreement.
They walked into the police station and walked over to the desk to talk to the deputy who told them to take a seat and wait for the sheriff. He came out of his office a few minutes later mumbling about something before laying eyes on them. ''Who are they?'' He asked as the three of them stood up.
''Federal agents.'' He replied.
''And you kept them waiting?''
''You, you said not to disturb.''
''Come on back.'' He said to them. ''Shoes off.'' He told them on his way into his office. They looked at each other confused but did as they were told before walking into his office and sitting down. ''Al Britton. Good to meet you.'' He said shaking their hands.
''You too'' Sam smiled.
The sheriff took out a bottle of alcohol gel and put it all over his hands. Dean, Sam and Kate all looked at each other with confused looks on their faces. ''Okay. So, what can I do for uncle Sam?'' He asked.
''Well, we're looking into the death of Frank O'Brien. We understand some of your men found his body.''
''They did. Me and Frank, we were friends. Hell, we were gamecocks.'' Dean snickered to himself which earned him a glare from the sheriff. ''That's our softball team's name.'' Dean nodded. ''They're majestic animals. I knew Frank since high school. To be honest, I just this morning got up the strength to go see him. Frank was...He was a good man.''
''Yeah.. big heart.'' Dean said with a small smirk at his own joke. Sam coughed to cover up his sister's small laugh. The sheriff eyed the two of them suspiciously. His brother and sister could be so unprofessional sometimes.
''Before he died, did you notice frank acting strange? Maybe scared of something?''
The sheriff turned to Sam. ''Oh hell, yeah. Real jumpy.''
''You know what scared him?''
''No. Wouldn't answer his phone. Finally, I sent some of my boys over to check on him, and well, you know the rest.'' He picked up his bottle of alcohol get and again started rubbing it into his hands. Dean looked at Sam and Kate with his 'WTF face'.
''So, why the Feds give a crap? You don't really think there's a case here?''
''No, no. It's probably nothing. Just a heart attack.'' Dean said as they stood up to leave. They walked out of the building in silence and into the parking lot. ''No way that was a heart attack.'' Dean said.
''Definitely no way. Three victims, all with those same red scratches. All went from jittery to terrified to dead within 48 hours.'' Sam said.
''Something scared them to death?'' Kate suggested.
''All right, so what can do that?''
''What can't? Ghosts, vampires, chupacabra? It could be a hundred things.'' Dean said.
''Yeah. So, we make a list and start crossing things off.''
''Alright, who's the last person to see Frank O'Brien alive?''
''Uh, his neighbour, Mark Hutchins.''
Dean suddenly stopped. ''Hang on, hang on.''
''What?'' Kate asked him.
Dean turned to look at them. '' I don't like the looks of those teenagers down there.'' They turned to see a group of teenagers talking near the Impala. ''Let's walk this way.'' He said walking in the opposite direction across the street leaving Sam and Kate staring confusedly at each other.
''What just happened?'' Sam asked her as they followed him.
They were sitting in Mark Hutchins house on his sofa. Dean glancing around the room nervously at the variety of lizards in glass cases. ''So, the last time you saw Frank O'Brien?'' Kate asked him.
''Monday, he was watching me from his window. I waved at him, but he just closed the curtains.'' Mark said to her.
''Hmm. did you speak to him recently? Did he seem different? Uh, scared?'' Sam asked.
''Oh, totally. He was freaking out.'' He replied.
''Do you know what scared him?''
''Well, yeah, witches.''
''Witches?'' Sam asked. They all looked at each other. ''Like..?''
''Well, "Wizard of Oz" was on tv the other night, right? And he said that green bitch was totally out to get him.''
''Anything else scare him?''
''Everything else scared him. Al-Qaeda, ferrets, artificial sweetener. Those pez dispensers with their dead little eyes. Lots of stuff.''
''Huh.'' Kate said. ''So what was he like?''
''I mean, he's dead, you know? I-I don't want to hammer him but, he got better. I mean in high school he was, he was a dick.''
''So he pissed a lot of people off. You think anyone would have wanted to get revenge?''
''No, I don't think so. Like I said, he got better. And after what happened to his wife.''
''His wife? So he was married.'' Dean asked.
''She died about 20 years ago. Frank was really broken up about it.''
Dean looked around the room at the animals and then towards the snake that Mark was holding. Mark smiled. ''Don't be scared of Donny. He's a sweetheart. It's Marie you got to look out for. She smells fear.''
A large yellow snake creeped up from behind the sofa and towards Deans shoulder. He looked around and gasped sitting very still. Kate sat with a hand over her mouth trying not to laugh at the look of pure terror on her usually so macho brother's face. She looked towards Sam who was apparently thinking exactly the same thing as she was.
That night the three of them were in the car talking about the information Dean had got about Frank's wife. Sam noticed the speed Dean was driving at. ''Dude, you're going 20.'' He said confused.
''And?''
''That's the speed limit.''
''What? Safety's a crime now?'' He said as he drove past their hotel.
''Dude, where are you going? That was our hotel.'' Sam asked looking into the backseat at Kate apparently as confused about her brother's behaviour as he was.
''Sam, I'm not gonna make a left-hand turn into oncoming traffic. I'm not suicidal.''
''Did I just say that? That was kind of weird.''
There was a sudden noise coming from Sam's pocket. ''Do you hear something?'' He said pulling out the EMF meter. He looked at it and held it towards Dean who looked up horrified.
''Am I haunted? Am I haunted?'' He yelled in a panicked voice. Not taking his eyes off the EMF meter.
''Dean chill out before you crash the freaking car.'' Kate yelled from the back.
He pulled into the hotel parking lot and looked at them. ''What the hell do we do now?''
''Let's get inside. Before anything else happens.'' Sam said. They got out of the car and checked in. Dean sat down on one of the beds and turned on the tv flicking channels. ''I'm gonna go get some food, keep an eye on him.'' Sam said to Kate. She nodded at him as he left and went to sit with Dean.
''You okay bro?'' She asked him patting him on the knee.
''What's going on Kate?'' He asked in a terrified voice. ''I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die i know it.''
''Hey chill out, you're not going to die okay. Calm down.''
''I am. This is it. It's all over. What's happening to me?'' He pleaded to her.
''Well.. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you've caught whatever Frank had. You're freaking out dude.''
''Do you find this funny. I'm practically on my death-bed here.''
''You're gonna be fine Dean. You're Batman remember.'' Quoting the batman part with her fingers and laughing to herself as she went to get a beer. ''You want one?''
He nodded at her taking it and downing half of it in one. She looked at him nervously. ''Maybe you should get some sleep.''
He nodded and led down closing his eyes. He fell asleep before Sam came back. He came in with a bag of food and looked at Dean. ''How is he?''
''Like a terrified, alcoholic six-year old.'' She said. ''What are we gonna do?''
''We'll leave him how he is for now, try to keep him calm. Then we can call Bobby in the morning.'' She nodded in agreement.
The next morning the three of them left the hotel to go and grab some breakfast but as according to Dean the road separating them from the café was a death trap, the two of them went over to pick something up and sent him back to the room.
As they crossed the street on their way back Kate nudged Sam's arm and nodded towards the Impala. Dean was lying in the front seat of his car air drumming to eye of the tiger. Sam and Kate looked at each other as Sam banged on the roof causing Dean to jump and get out of the car.
''Look at this.'' He said showing them scratches on his arm.
''I just called Bobby.'' Sam said.
''And?'' He said smelling the box of donuts and throwing them into the car. They looked at him confused.
''It's ghost sickness.''
''Ghost sickness? God, no.'' Dean said. ''I don't even know what that is.''
''Symptoms are you get anxious... Then scared, then really scared, then your heart gives out. Sound familiar?''
''Yeah, but Sam, we haven't seen a ghost in weeks.''
''Well, I doubt you caught it from a ghost. Look, once a spirit infects that first person, ghost sickness can spread like any sickness through a cough, a handshake, whatever. It's like the flu. Now, Frank O'Brien was the first to die, which means he was probably the first infected. Patient zero.''
''Our very own outbreak monkey.'' Dean added.
''Right. Get this, Frank was in Maumee over the weekend. Softball tournament. Which is where he must have infected the other two victims.''
''Were they gamecocks?'' Dean asked, seeming genuinely interested.
''Cornjerkers.''
''So, ghosts infected Frank. He passed it on to the other guys and I got it from his corpse?''
''Right.''
''So now what, I have 48 hours before I go insane and my heart stops?''
''More like 24.''
''Super. Well, why me? Why not you? I mean, you got hit with the spleen juice.''
''Yeah um, you see we have a theory about that too. Turns out all three victims shared a certain, uh, personality type. Frank was a bully. The other two victims, one was a vice principal, the other was a bouncer.'' Dean looked at him confused.
''Basically, they were all dicks.'' Kate added flatly.
''So you're saying I'm a dick?''
''No, no, no. It's not just that.'' Sam added quickly. ''All three victims used fear as a weapon, and now this disease is just returning the favor.''
''I don't scare people.''
''Dean, all we do is scare people.''
''Okay, well then, you're dicks too.'' He said pointing between Sam and Kate.
''Apparently, we're not.'' He said with a smug grin.
''Whatever. How do we stop it?''
''We gank the ghost that started all this. We do that, the disease should clear up.''
''Hey what are you doing out here anyway?'' Kate asked him.
''Our room's on the fourth floor. It's...it's high.''
''I'll see if I can move us down to the first.'' Sam said to him turning towards the hotel. ''Watch him.'' He muttered to Kate before he walked off. Dean climbed back into his car and looked at the donuts again tossing them down next to him.
When Sam came back Dean got out of the car again and looked at him anxiously. ''Okay so we're moved down to the first floor, you go back to the room and stay there okay. Don't do anything stupid.''
''Wait, where are you two going?''
''We're gonna go and see if we can find out what happened to Frank's wife. We'll be back soon okay.'' Sam said patting him on the shoulder and getting into the car leaving Dean alone to go to the room.
When Sam and Kate got back they walked in to find Dean sitting on the sofa with the clock smashed up in the middle of the floor. ''Hey.'' They said sitting down. ''Everything all right?''
''Oh yeah. Just peachy. Find anything?''
''Yeah, Jessie O'Brien's body was cremated, so I'm pretty sure she is not our ghost. Hey, quit picking at that.'' She said kicking him ''How you feeling?''
''Awesome. It's nice to have my head on the chopping block again. I almost forgot what that feels like. It's freaking delightful.''
''We'll keep looking.'' Sam assured him.
Dean suddenly started coughing violently running towards the sink. Kate and Sam jumped up and ran after him. ''Hey, hey you okay?'' Kate said holding onto his shoulders as he started to choke. ''Dean!'' She shouted as he grabbed hold of her arm tightly and began gagging over the sink eventually spitting out a wood chip.
Sam looked up. ''We've been completely ignoring the biggest clue we have, you.'' He said to Dean.
''I don't want to be a clue.'' He said in a sulky voice.
''The abrasions, this, the disease, it's trying to tell us something.''
''Tell us what, wood chips?''
''Exactly. I know where we have to go.'' Sam said pulling out the car keys. ''Come on.''
Sam drove them silently to a mill. They got out of the car and Dean looked at the mill apprehensively. ''I'm not going in there.''
''We need backup, and you're all We've got. You're going in, Dean.''
Dean pulled out a bottle of whiskey from his jacket and took a drink. ''Let's do this. It is a little spooky, isn't it?''
Sam handed Kate her gun and then held one out to Dean. ''Oh, I'm not carrying that. It could go off. I'll man the flashlight.''
''You do that.'' He said with a smirk walking away. They walked into the mill together, Sam holding the EMF meter as it started to go off.
''EMF's not gonna work with me around, is it?'' Dean said.
''You don't say. Come on.'' He said shoving it back into his jacket pocket.
''Wait up..'' Kate said suddenly, causing Dean to jump, bending down and picking something up off the floor. ''To Frank. Love, Jessie.. Frank O'Brien's ring.''
''What the hell was Frank doing here?'' Sam asked.
''No idea.''
They walked into a room full of lockers hearing something rustling inside one. Sam counted to three silently as Kate held her gun pointed at it. Sam pulled open the locker and a cat jumped out causing Dean to scream loudly. Kate and Sam looked at each other astonished. ''That was scary!'' He said. Sam nodded at him and walked away.
They walked into another room. ''Luther Garland.'' Sam said picking up an ID from one of the desks. Dean pointed to a drawing on the table. ''Hey, this is uh...this is Frank's wife.''
''Plot thickens.''
''Yeah, but into what?'' He replied tearing the drawing off the table. The machines in the room turned on and a figure appeared in the corner. Sam turned around to Dean who looked more terrified than he had ever seen his big brother look. He looked towards Kate and then back around to Dean who had taken off running our of the mill. Sam shot the ghost and followed Dean out of the mill to find him crouched behind his car downing his whiskey.
''Guess we got the right place.'' Sam said to Kate. The two of them pulled Dean up and put him into the car, going back to the motel and getting changed into their FBI clothes and heading back to the sheriff's office. They walked over to the deputies desk. ''Hey, we'd like to see the file of Luther Garland please.'' Sam said to him. ''Sure'' He said walking off to get it.
He turned around to look at Kate who was standing holding onto Dean's arm. ''Are you sure we should have brought him with us?'' Sam said shooting a glance at his steaming drunk brother.
''Did you really want to leave him on his own?''
''Point taken.'' He replied turning back to the desk. ''This is the Garland file.'' His eyes moved towards Dean who was swaying.
''Is he.. Drunk? He asked Sam.
Sam turned to look at him and back to the deputy. ''No. Deputy, according to this, Luther Garland's cause of death was physical trauma. What does that mean?''
''The guy died 20 years ago, before my time. Sorry.''
''Then can we talk to the sheriff?''
''Um, he's out sick today.''
''Well, if you see him, will you have him call us? We're staying at the Bluebird. Mind if I take this?'' The deputy nodded at him.
A woman sitting reading a magazine was staring warily at Dean and Kate. Kate offered her a small smile before returning her attention to her brother. Dean was too busy examining his hand to realise what was going on. Kate grabbed hold of his arm and shoved it back down to his side coughing loudly to let Sam know to hurry it up so they could get him out of there before anyone got wise to him being totally wasted.
Sam turned to Kate and walked towards the door, Kate following him not realising Dean wasn't behind them. ''Know what? You're awesome.'' He said to the deputy.
''Thanks. Um, y-you too, I guess.''
Dean smiled at him before being dragged out of the door by Kate and Sam and being shoved into the back of the car. ''So now what?'' Kate asked him.
''We go see Luther's brother.'' Sam said to her. ''It's a couple hours drive, that should give boozy there time to sleep some of it off.'' He noted pointing at Dean who was already unconscious in the backseat.
They pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. Dean had seemed to have sobered up slightly during the drive there. They walked into the building and got directions to Luther's brother's room. Dean was staring at his FBI badge the entire time. ''This isn't gonna work. Come on, these badges are fake. What if we get busted? We could go to jail.'' He said in a panicked voice.
Kate stopped him and grabbed hold of his shoulders. ''Dean, shh! Calm down. Deep breath, okay?'' He did as he was told. ''There. You feel better?'' She asked him. Dean shook his head at her and she rolled her eyes. ''Just come on. Don't scratch.''
They walked into the room to see Luther's brother sitting at a table. ''Mr. Garland. Hi uh, I'm Agent Tyler. These are Agents Perry and Young, FBI. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your brother Luther.'' Sam said.
''Let me see some ID'' Dean's head whipped up with a horrified expression.
''Certainly.'' Sam replied calmly as they handed over their badges.
''Those are real, obviously. I mean, who would pretend to be an FBI agent, huh? That's just nutty.'' Dean stammered nervously. Sam stamped on his foot to shut him up.
Mr Garland looked at them and handed back their badges. ''What do you want to know?''
''Uh, well...according to this, your brother Luther died of physical trauma.. You don't agree?''
''No, I don't.''
''Well, then, what would you call it?''
''Don't matter what an old man thinks.''
''Mr. Garland. We're just trying to get the truth on your brother. Please.'' Kate said to him softly.
''Everybody was scared of Luther. They called him a monster. He was too big, too mean-looking. Just too different. Didn't matter he was the kindest man I ever knew. Didn't matter he'd never hurt no one. A lot of people failed Luther. I was one of them. I was a widower with three young 'uns. And I told myself there was nothing I could do.''
''Mr. Garland, um...do you recognize this woman?'' Sam asked handing him a picture.
''It's Jessie O'Brien. Her man, Frank, killed Luther.''
''How do you know that?''
''Everybody knows. They just don't talk about it. Jessie was a receptionist at the mill. She was always real nice to Luther, and he had a crush on her. But Frank didn't like it. And when Jessie went missing, Frank was sure that Luther had done something to her. Turns out the old gal killed herself, but Frank didn't know that. They found Luther with a chain wrapped around his neck. He was dragged up and down the stretch outside that plant till he was past dead.''
''And O'Brien was never arrested?''
''I screamed to every cop in town. They didn't want to look into Frank. He was a pillar of the community. My brother was just the town freak.''
''You must have hated Frank O'Brien.''
''I did for a long time, but life's too short for hate, son. And frank wasn't thinking straight. His wife had vanished, he was terrified. A damn shame he had to put Luther through the same, but...that's fear. It spreads and spreads.''
''Yeah, i hear you.'' Sam said to him. ''Well that's all we needed, thank you for your time.'' They left and went back to the car.
''Now we know what these are, road rash.'' He said pointing at his arm. ''And I'm guessing Luther swallowed some wood chips when he was being dragged down that road.''
''Makes sense. You're experiencing his death in slow motion.''
''Yeah well, not slow enough, huh? Say we burn some bones and get me healthy.''
''Dean, it won't be that easy.''
''No, no, it'll be that easy. Why wouldn't it be that easy?''
''Luther was road-hauled. His body was ripped to pieces. He was probably scattered all over that road. There's no way we're gonna find all the remains.''
''You're kidding me.''
''Look, we'll just have to figure something else out.''
''You know what? Screw this.''
''Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dean.''
''Come on. No, I mean, come on, Sam. What are we doing?''
''We're hunting a ghost.''
''A ghost, exactly! Who does that?''
''Us.''
''Us? Right. And that, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean, come on, we hunt monsters! What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster, and they run. But not us, no, no, no, we - we search out things that want to kill us. Yeah? Huh? Or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people! We...are insane! You know, and then there's the bad diner food and then the skeevy motel rooms and then the truck stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean, who wants this life? Huh? Seriously? Do either of you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so! I mean, I drive too fast. And I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again, a-and I sing along. I'm annoying, I know that. And this one here, she never shuts up, she just talks all the time. And then there's her stupid tv shows she makes us watch. Freaking Chad Micheal Murray this and James freaking Lafferty that, who the hell are they? And you Sam, you're gassy! You eat half a burrito, and you get toxic! I mean, you know what? You can forget it.''
''Whoa, Dean. where are you going?''
''Stay away from me , okay? Both of you. Cause I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and - and - and the hellhounds and the ghost sickness and the damn apocalypse. I'm out. I'm done. Quit.''
Sam and Kate looked at each other, mouths hanging open, speechless at the rant their brother had just had at them.
Dean walked quickly down the street stopping when he heard growling behind him. He turned to see, in his opinion, a terrifying dog easily capable of tearing him apart. He broke into a run and didn't stop until he was safe in his motel room. He sat there for a while alone before Sam walked in the door.
''I looked everywhere for you, Dean. How the hell did you get here?''
''Ran. What do we do now? I got less than four hours on the clock. I'm gonna die, Sammy.''
''Yeah, you are. You're going back.''
''Back?'' Dean asked him confused.
''Downstairs Dean, hell. It's about damn time, too. Truth is, You've been a real pain in my ass.'' Sam's eyes had turned yellow and he threw him into a wall with his hand.
''No! You get out of my brother, you evil son of a bitch!''
''No one's possessing me, Dean. This is what I'm going to become. This is what I want to become. There's nothing you can do about it.'' He took hold of Dean's neck and started to choke him.
Dean blinked hard and heard Sam shouting. ''Hey, hey, hey, Dean. Hey, Dean. Dean. Dean.'' He looked to see his brother supporting him by holding onto his shoulders and his sister standing in the doorway looking worried.
''Okay you need to get some rest Dean.'' Sam said.
''Where are you going?''
''We're going to meet Bobby. We'll come up with a plan, don't worry about it.''
Dean nodded at them and watched as they walked out of the door. He sat back down on the bed and turned on the tv.
''What the hell are we gonna do Sammy?'' Kate asked when they were in the car.
''I don't know, Bobby'll think of something. We'll get him out of this Kate.'' He told her.
''I know.'' She said, not sounding at all convinced. Truth was right now she felt just about as terrified as Dean probably did. They arrived at the place they agreed to meet Bobby and sat on the front of the car to wait for him. He got there about ten minutes after they did.
''Hey guys.'' He greeted them. Kate smiled at him.
''Hey, Bobby. Thanks for coming so quick.'' Sam said.
''Where's Dean?'' Bobby asked.
''Uh, home sick.'' Sam replied.
''So, have his hallucinations started yet?''
''Yeah, a few hours ago.''
''How we doing on time?''
''We saw the coroner about 8:00 a.m. Monday morning, so, uh...just under two hours. What about you? You find anything?''
''This uh, encyclopaedia of spirits dates to the Edo period.'' He handed the book to Sam who held it out for both him and Kate to look at.
''You can read Japanese?'' Kate asked sounding impressed.
Bobby gave them a reply in Japanese.
They both grinned at him. ''Guess so, show-off.'' Sam said.
''Anyway, this book lists a kind of ghost that could be our guy. It uh, infects people with fear. It's called a Buru Buru.''
''It say how to kill it?''
''Same as usual. Burn the remains.''
''Wonderful. Uh...is there a Plan "B"?''
''Well, the Buru Buru is born of fear. Hell, it is fear. And the lore says we can kill it with fear.''
''So we have to scare a ghost to death?''
''Pretty much.''
''How the hell we gonna do that?''
''I think I got an idea.'' Sam said filling them in on his plan.
They were interrupted by Kate's phone ringing. ''Hey bro, you doing okay?'' She asked him softly.
''You got a plan yet?''
''Uh yeah, kinda. Yeah, just ride out the trip, okay? You're, you're gonna be fine.''
''So what's the plan?''
''Uh, just a good plan, all right? Hang in there.'' She said hanging up on him.
''This is a terrible plan.'' Bobby said.
''Yeah, tell me about it.'' Sam agreed.
''I know I said, "scare the ghost to death" but this?''
''Hey, you got a better idea, I'm listening.''
Sam and Kate walked into the mill. They walked around for a while but nothing happened.
''Any look?'' Bobby asked Sam over the phone.
''I don't know what's wrong, Bobby. Last time he came right at us. It's almost like he's, uh...like he's scared.'' He nodded at Kate and put his gun to the ground, Kate did the same and followed Sam into the room where they had seen him the last time they were there.
''So now what?''
''I guess we got to make him angry. Hey, Luther!'' Sam yelled starting to tear up all the drawings in the room. The machines turned on. ''Come on, Luther! Where the hell are you? What are you waiting for?''
''Sam!'' Kate yelled at him. He turned around to see Luther standing right behind him. Kate ran towards the desk and ripped up another drawing. The ghost turned his attention to her giving Sam time to wrap a chain around Luther's neck. ''Bobby, punch it!'' Sam yelled.
Outside Bobby put his foot down on the pedal and pulled Luther's spirit down the road until it disappeared. Sam and Kate ran outside to meet Bobby who was getting out of the car.
''Did it work?'' Sam asked.
''I think so.'' Bobby replied.
Kate pulled out her phone and dialed Dean's number. It rang twice before he answered. ''Kate?''
''Hey Dean, you okay?''
''Yeah, I'm good.''
''It's over, we did it. We're heading back for you now.''
''Okay.'' He said putting the phone down.
''He okay?'' Sam asked.
''Yeah he says so. I'm gonna go pick him up, you wanna stay here and I'll bring him back with me?''
''Yeah sure'' Sam smiled.
Sam and Bobby watched her get into the Impala and drive off. ''How's she doing? Since the accident?'' He asked Sam.
''She's okay, she takes a lot of pain meds when she thinks we're not paying attention but she's getting better.''
''And how's Dean? He still not sleeping? Nightmares?''
''Yeah, that's still going on. I don't know what to do about it. I mean if he wanted to talk about them I think he'd have mentioned it ya know?''
''Yeah. I'm sure he'll be fine.'' Bobby assured him.
Kate got out of the car and walked over to the hotel room to find Dean sitting there watching tv. She walked over and hugged him. ''You okay?''
''Course i'm okay.'' He smiled at her.
''Awh. Nice to have my tough macho brother back again.'' He laughed at her and punched her playfully in the arm. ''You ready to go?''
''Definitly.'' They left the room and got back into the car.
''So whatcha see? At the end? Was it bad?''
''Nah, nothing major.'' He smiled at her looking out the window thinking about what he had really seen. Lilith, telling him he was going back to hell. His brother with yellow eyes. She shook his head and tried to rid the images from his mind. The drive went quite fast as Kate filled Dean in on how they managed to save him. They pulled up in front of Sam and Bobby who grabbed them a beer each handing it to them as they walked over to them.
''Nice to have to back man.'' Sam said to him.
Dean smiled taking a drink of his beer. ''So you guys road-hauled a ghost with a chain?''
''Iron chain etched with spell work.''
''Hmm, that's a new one.''
''It was what he was most afraid of. It was pretty brutal, though.''
''On the upside, I'm still alive, so uh, go team!''
''Yeah. How you feeling, by the way?''
''Fine.''
''You sure, Dean? 'Cause this line of work can get awful scary.'' Bobby joked.
''I'm fine. You want to go hunting? I'll hunt. I'll kill anything.'' Dean said in his tough voice.
''Awwww, he's adorable. I got to get out of here. You three drive safe.'' Bobby said to them.
''You too, Bobby. Hey, thanks.'' They waved as Bobby drove off.
''So uh...so, what did you see? Near the end, I mean.'' Sam asked him.
''Oh, besides a cop beating my ass?''
''Seriously.''
Dean looked at Sam and Kate and sighed. ''Howler monkeys. Whole roomful of them. Those things creep the hell out of me.''
''Right.''
''No, just the usual stuff, Sammy. Nothing I can't handle.'' He said taking another drink of his beer.
''So what now?'' Kate asked.
''I guess we hit the road, get the hell outta here.'' Dean said.
They finished their beers and got back into the car driving off.
So I know this pretty much just followed the episode but I hope you guys liked it anyway, thanks again for reading :D