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For those asking for things to happen, this fic is for Queen Mab the Second so I'm following her instructions.

Chapter 8

Dean dropped onto the bed, relieved to be away from the church and Sam chuckled. "So, are you joining the church group?" he teased, and Dean tossed a pillow at him.

"No thank you. Get anything useful out of Lori?"

"Well she heard scratching on the roof and then found the body suspended upside down over the car," he explained, and Dean sat up, eyes wide.

"Seriously? That sounds like the –"

"The Hook Man legend, I know," Sam put out their dinner and Dean got up to join him at the small table, digging in hungrily.

"That's one of the most famous urban legends ever. You don't think that we're dealing with the Hook Man?" Dean asked, and Sammy shrugged.

"Every urban legend has a source. A place where it all began," he admitted.

"Yeah, but what about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures and the invisible killer?"

"Well, maybe the Hook Man isn't a man at all. What if it's some kind of spirit?" Sammy offered, and Dean nodded, it made sense. "We can try the library tomorrow."

"And tonight," Dean grinned, running his foot against Sammy's leg and Sammy laughed.

"Yeah, definitely," he leaned over and kissed Dean. They quickly finished the meal and then Dean pounced, and Sam caught him, pulling him close to kiss hungrily. Dean pushed at his clothes and Sam cooperated, their clothing vanishing, even as he stood and manoeuvred them over to the bed, pinning Dean to the mattress. Dean grinned up at him, spreading out on the bed in offering. Soon he was moaning and writhing in pleasure as Sammy took his time, driving him wild.

"S…Sammy! Please," Dean begged, and Sam grinned at him, kissing him and Dean whined softly. Sam finally gave Dean what he wanted, pressing inside.

An hour later Dean was asleep in his arms and Sam just watched him for a while before settling in to sleep as well.

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Azazel growled, another missed opportunity. They kept missing the brothers or following false leads. Although he was pretty certain they were behind the deaths of a few hunters which made him proud. He had his people researching, there was a way to get Sammy back as one of his, they just had to find it and then he could get things back on track.

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"I just want to take her home," Reverend Sorensen told the Sheriff as the brothers slipped around the side of the sorority building.

"I understand that, Reverend. But Lori's now connected to two murders, and I can't ignore that."

"Listen to me. Arrest her now or let me take her home."

The sheriff thought about it for a second. "Make sure she's available for questioning."

"Thank you." He walked over to Lori. "Sweetheart, you ready to go home?" She stood up and started walking with him.

Sam pulled back out, ending the eavesdropping spell. Dean was looking around curiously, "Why would the Hook Man come here? This is a long way from 9 Mile Road."

"Maybe he's not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it's about something else." Sam offered as two sorority girls came out the side entrance of the building, but they didn't see Sam and Dean. Sam looked up and then jumped grabbing onto the balcony, pulling himself up and Dean moved to give him a boost before Sam offered him a hand up. Sam found a window and quickly opened the latch, slipping inside.

"Oh, sorry!" Dean hissed as he fell in on top of him.

Sam opened the bathroom door slightly and saw another sheriff leaving the bedroom. Sam waited until the sheriff went downstairs and then opened the closet door. Once in Lori's bedroom, they saw the writing on the wall. "'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?' That's right out of the legend."

"Yeah, that's classic Hook Man all right." Dean wrinkled his nose. "It's definitely a spirit."

"Yeah, I've never smelled ozone this strong before," Sam admitted as he looked around. "Hey, come here," he called, and Dean joined him at the window where they saw a cross symbol beneath the writing. "Does that look familiar to you?" he snapped a picture and they scrambled back out of the building and went to the car where Sam quickly pulled out the pictures. "It's the same symbol. Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Karns."

"All right, let's find the dude's grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down."

"'After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery. In an unmarked grave.'" Sam read from the record and Dean groaned, that was not good.

"Super."

"Ok. So, we know it's Jacob Karns. But we still don't know where he'll manifest next. Or why."

"I'll take a wild guess about why. I think your little friend Lori has something to do with this," Dean said, and Sammy nodded. "Back to the library?"

"You don't have to come if you don't want to," Sam offered, he tried to make sure Dean could choose when possible.

Dean thought about it, he didn't like libraries. "Nah, let's go."

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They walked through the cemetery, Dean had a shotgun with salt shells while Sammy reached out with magic, searching for an unmarked grave. In the end they found three, so they salted and burned all of them to be safe. And yet when they got back to town they found that Lori's Father had been attacked and killed.

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"Here's something, I think. Log book, Iowa State Penitentiary. Karns, Jacob. Personal affects: disposition thereof."

"Does it mention the hook?" Sam asked as he put his own search aside.

"Yeah, maybe. Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner's house of worship, St. Barnabas Church. Isn't that where Lori's father preaches?"

"Yeah. Maybe that's why the Hook Man has been haunting reverends and reverends' daughters for the past 200 years. But if the hook were at the church or Lori's house, don't you think someone might've seen it? I mean, a bloodstained, silver-handled hook?"

"Check the church records," Dean grinned, pushing them over.

"St. Barnabas donations, 1862. Received silver-handled hook from state penitentiary. Reforged…They melted it down. Made it into something else." They got up and left the library, heading for the car.

"Alright, we can't take any chances. Anything silver goes in the fire."

"I agree. So, Lori's still at the hospital. We'll have to break in," Sam answered as he got in to drive. "I'll take the house," he said as he parked out of sight.

"Ok," they split up and went to get the silver. Once he was done searching Dean went into the Church basement and began throwing everything silver into the fire.

A few minutes later Sam walked down with a bag of silver from the house. "I got everything that even looked silver."

"Better safe than sorry." They threw everything into the fire. Suddenly, they heard footsteps above them. "Move, move." They got their weapons and moved upstairs.

"Lori?" Sam called, and Dean went down to finish the silver.

"What are you doing here?"

"What is it?"

"I've been trying to understand what's been happening. Why? Now I know so I'm praying for forgiveness," She answered as Sam joined her in the pew.

"Forgiveness for what?"

"Don't you see? I'm to blame for all this. I've read in the Bible about avenging angels."

"Trust me, this guy—he's no angel."

"I was so angry at my father. Part of me wanted him punished. And then he came, and he punished him."

"It's not your fault," Sam comforted.

"Yes, it is. I don't know how, but it is." In the back of the church, the Hook Man appeared for a moment then disappeared quickly. "I killed Rich. Taylor, too. I nearly killed my father."

"Lori..."

"I can see it now. They didn't deserve to be punished. I do." They heard a noise come from the front of the church. The candles at the altar blew out, startling her.

Sam stood and pulled her up. "Come on. We gotta go." He led her away and opened the door to the basement. But the Hook Man was behind it and pushed his hook through the door. "Go!" They ran down the aisle and into a back room. The Hook Man followed them and smashed the glass of another door with his hook. He swung at Sam a few times but missed as Sam flung a spell at him, making him flicker. Sam quickly made a circle on the floor, using his own blood, wincing at the sting from his own knife.

"Sam?"

"Stay in the circle Lori."

"Sam, drop!" Sam crouched down and Dean shot the Hook Man once. He disappeared into dust.

"I thought we got all the silver."

"So, did I," Dean quickly joined them in the protection circle.

"Then why is he still here?"

"Well, maybe we missed something!" They looked around as Lori watched on in shock. Sam noticed a cross necklace that Lori was wearing. "Lori, where did you get that chain?"

"My father gave it to me."

"Where'd your dad get it?" Dean demanded.

"He said it was a church heirloom, he gave it to me when I started school."

"Is it silver?!"

"Yes!"

Sam ripped the chain off from around her neck. In the hallway, the Hook Man, who was now invisible, made a long scratch on the wall.

"Sammy!" Dean raised his shotgun.

Sam put the necklace down and Lori yelped as his eyes shimmered gold, the room warming as the necklace began melting. The Hook Man stopped with his hook in the air. The hook began melting and then rest of his body burns into nothing as the necklace turned into a molten puddle.

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Dean stood in the doorway as Sammy put Lori into her bed and pulled the covers up over her. The memory spell had knocked her out and it was best if she simply woke in the morning with nothing to make her question her memories. As far as she would remember she had come home from the hospital and gone to bed. They left her to sleep and returned to their motel.

"What do you say we go back to the cabin for a while?" Sam offered as they lay in bed a few hours later, hand lazily tracing the rune patterns on Dean's skin. He kissed his shoulder and Dean sighed, feeling utterly relaxed.

"Why?" he murmured.

"R&R, time for just us for a bit." Sam let his hand drift to his hip, caressing warm skin.

"Hmm…" that felt really nice. Take some time… it was never allowed before with John, but they could do that now? "Okay," he agreed, groaning in pleasure at Sammy's touch. "Please…" he bared his throat as Sammy's lips teased the skin above his collar.

"Love you," Sam murmured as his hands moved over his skin.

"Love you Sammy," Dean gasped in pleasure. Being with Sammy was so different to anyone he'd been with before. All those women…they had been nothing, meaningless, this was what he'd been looking for, in the wrong places. He hated Jess for hurting them, but for giving him to Sammy he was thankful.

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She looked at the latest lead and smiled, packing up to follow it. She was closing in all the time. And now she knew the deal witch was dead, a good thing for her. after all, it would look bad if she killed the bitch if the one she was looking for was under her spell. Though it now appeared there were two people, the other natural witch and someone else that had been put under the dead witches' spell. Depending on the spell used on them it could make getting close to them easy or hard. She got in her car and headed for Colorado.

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Sam hovered over Dean, enjoying the effect of the candlelight on his skin as he lay spread out on the rug before the fireplace. He slowly drizzled melted chocolate over the golden skin and Dean moaned, shivering at the contact. He drew out protection runes before leaning in to lick them off. He looked so incredible like this. They'd been back for three days and had spent most of the time in bed or the bath or in front of the fire. "Dean," he murmured as he kissed across his skin.

"Hmmm…" Dean blinked dazedly at him. The gold in his eyes was glowing as he gripped the rug tight. "Ma…Master…"

"Do you like this?" he purred as he moved lower and Dean gasped.

"Y…ye..s" Dean gasped out brokenly, fighting to remain still.

"Let go Dean," Sam moved up to kiss his lips. "You can move now." Dean instantly loosened his grip on the rug, body relaxing a little as he began moving, seeking relief. "Good boy," he praised.

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She smiled as she came across the wards, impressive, but no match for her. She had centuries of experience compared to this child. She slipped through the wards and approached the cabin cautiously. She smirked once closer, it was doubtful anyone would notice her approach from those noises. She peered inside to see two bodies writhing together on the rug before the fire and…oh, well, wasn't that interesting. Two very muscular, tanned bodies and the one on the bottom had a collar around his throat and an active slave spell of some sort tied into his very soul. And there was her natural born witch on top of him, his power…it was incredible! Glancing inside she saw a wallet and muttered a quick spell, smiling as it appeared in her hand and she opened to look inside at the drivers' licence, staring in shock at the name. Samuel Winchester. Was it possible this was one of John Winchester's sons? She returned the wallet and left as silently as she had appeared, she had research and more watching to do before she would think of approaching them. Oh, she doubted dear Samuel would be a threat, yes, he was powerful, but much of that power was still raw, untrained. But she did not want to fight him, she wanted him at her side, together they could make the demons pay.

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Bobby frowned as he checked over the stolen police reports. In the last few months several hunters had died, in their own homes. Someone was hunting hunters but who or what could it be? Something was going on and he didn't like it. To make things worse John and Dean Winchester had vanished off the face of the planet. And when he'd checked with Stanford he found Sam gone, apparently having withdrawn. He needed more information.

TBC…