A/N: This chapter just kept growing and growing. I had a hard time finding a place to end. I hope you like it. D
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The black muscle car pulled up to a roadside bar. Being the mid-afternoon, only two other cars were in the lot as well as one delivery truck. The brothers exit their machine. Standing on either side of the Impala, Dean leans over the top. "How do we do this? FBI. CDC. Marshalls?"
Sam looked over at his big brother. "Bobby's friends. The owner knows what we do." With that, the brother started to walk toward the bar. As they started up the steps, Sam was nearly knocked down by a delivery man running out the door. "Hey." Sam calls out. Dean quickly steps up behind his brother to keep him from falling.
The man's eyes was large with fear. "You don't' want to go in there." He quickly said before he threw his dolly in the back of his delivery truck and closed the large door. Looking back at the door as another man came walking out the door. "There is evil in there!" He calls to the other man. He climbed into his truck and spun tires leaving the parking lot.
Sam and Dean watched in surprise before they turned their eyes to the other man coming out of the bar. "Can I help you?" Said the man before them. Grey hair salted his black hair and hung freely on his shoulders. Though his face had a younger look to it, his eyes looked old and tired with the dark circles around them.
Sam straightened up to look squarely at the man. "Bobby Singer sent us."
"Bobby?" The man had to think for a minute. He offered his hand. "Greg Pike, owner."
"Sam Winchester." Sam accepted Greg's hand. Gesturing toward Dean, "This is my brother, Dean."
Greg shook Dean's hand as well. "Let's go inside to talk."
The brothers followed the owner in. Midday sunlight found the little bits of clear glass from the dingy window to illuminate the room they walked into. As the trio moved over to the bar, a high pitch squeal came from Dean's side. Dean's hand moved to his pocket, to remove his EMF meter. The brothers' eyes met.
"What's that?" Greg asked as he moved around to the back of the bar to gather three glasses and a bottle for them.
"EMF meter." Dean said as he loved it around the room. "It lets us know if there is any paranormal activity around."
"Well, I could have told you that." Greg takes a drink and pours himself another one after he pushes the other glasses in the brothers' direction. "I got a ghost, and he or it is costing my money."
"How long have things been happening?" Sam asked as he accepted the offered glass from Greg.
"Well," he started said as he also handed one to Dean. "As long as I could remember. I bought the place with the history." Greg downed his liquor and refilled his glass. He offered to do the same for the brothers. Neither one had touched their drinks. "I guess, a year ago or less, things went south. First they were subtle things like glasses coming off the shelves flying toward ya'. Chairs sliding across the floor into guests. Lately." Greg stopped. Took another drink. "My assistant manager was found hanging in the storeroom." He fixed his eyes hard on the brothers. "The cops said it was suicide. Kelly had everything to live for. She loved her job. Even with the place's history. She even learned she was going to have a baby. You see, Kelly and her husband been trying for so long. She didn't kill herself."
"Why is it I get the feeling you think this ain't the same ghost that's been here all this time?" Dean asked.
Greg looked deep into the older Winchester's eyes. "Cause for the first time in my life, I'm scared as hell."
It didn't take long to talk Greg into letting them check the place out on their own. The owner of the bar was relieved to be heading toward the door after they spoke more about the place and its history. Greg stopped at the door and turned to face the brothers as they were getting their things together for their hunt. "I wish you luck. You'll need it." That was the last thing he said as he left the brothers at their work.
Sam began to pull out small cloth bags from the duffle bag. "Four corners?"
"Four corners." Dean answered as load the shotguns. Handing one to Sam, Dean said. "Just in case."
"Just in case." Sam took the gun. Feelings of hunting with his brother again brought a smile to his lips.
The brothers didn't split up on placing the hex bags in the four corners of the building. Walking together as they made their way to the north wall first. Sam placed the hex bag in the wall after kicking a hole in it. The brothers nodded at each other and moved onto the next one.
All was quiet till they tried the last wall. Dean was standing guard while Sam was getting ready to place the bag in the wall. An invisible force ripped Dean from his standing position, sending him across the room. "Dean!" Sam called out. The hex bag still in his hand.
"Finish what you're doing!" Dean called back at his little brother. Again he went flying across the room.
Sam turned to place the bag in the wall while the same invisible force grabbed a hold of him, sending him across the room. Sam looked up from where he landed only to see his brother flying across the room once again. The hex bag was still in his hand. Looking down at it, Sam knew he had little time to get this chore done. Getting to his feet, Sam sprinted to the awaiting wall. Just as a chair came flying toward him, Sam shoved the bag into the wall. An electrical charge pulsated throughout the building. Than all was quiet. The chair falling short of hitting him.
Sam stood to his full height. His eyes scanned the room for his brother. Dean was slowly getting up from where he last landed. Sam moved over to him, helping him to his feet. "You think we got it?" He asked.
Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out the EMF meter, turning it on. The meter remained quiet. "I think so. We'll stay the night to make sure." Sam nodded in agreement.
By mid morning the next day Greg drove up to his place of business. He was met by the bruised and battered Winchester brothers. A look of relief was on his face, seeing the brothers still alive. "Did you get it? Is it over?" He had to ask.
"Sorry to say," Dean started to say. "You no longer have a ghost."
A smile slowly moved across Greg's face. Looking from the brothers to his bar, he finally said. "But I still have a business and I can live with that." With that, he extended his hand. "Thank you."
Shaking Dean's hand first, than Sam's. Sam replied. "Glad we could help."
Greg was now ecstatic. "What do I owe ya'?"
"Well?" Dean started to say, but was met with Sam's elbow to his already bruised rib. "Ouch!"
"You don't owe us anything." Sam replied. With that, the brothers headed toward their awaiting black car.
"Why you do that? We could have gotten a paying job from this." Dean said, still ribbing his side.
"He's Bobby's friend." Sam said. "And Bobby is family, dude." Sam closed the truck after throwing in the last of their gear in. He looked over at Dean still ribbing his side. "Sorry about that."
Dean's look at his brother had a gleam of evil. "You have to sleep sometime, Samatha." Sam's eyes grew. He knew Dean and his getting even plans.
Both were broken from their thoughts when they hear footsteps coming up behind them. It was Greg carrying a box toward them. He stopped and as he handed the box to Sam he said. "You won't take money, how about this."
Sam and Dean looked into the box and saw it was full of the best malt liquor around. "Hell yeah!" Dean said as he took the box from Sam and loaded it into the back of the backseat.
Sam couldn't say anything but 'thank you' as he shook Greg's hand before he and Dean climbed into the car to leave. Sam looked over at his brother who kept eying the liquor. Dean started the car. "How about we find a place to stay the night before we head back to Bobby's?"
Sam shook his head at Dean's child like behavior. "Sure." he finally said. He was just glad to have his brother back. Sam smiled. The thought crept back into his mind. 'What does Dean have plan for payback?.'
The brothers found a motel not far from Greg's bar and stopped for the night. Thou it was early, both were tired and wanted a bed to sleep in. As they were unloading their bags, Dean went back to get the box of liquor. Sam sees his brother carrying in the box, placing it on the table by the door.
Sam was gathering fresh clothes to take a shower. "Why you bring that in?" He asked Dean.
"This." Dean said as he pulled out a bottle. "Is too important to leave out in the car." He opened the bottle and took a big swig. Smiling as he enjoyed it going down his throat.
"Whatever. I got the shower first." Sam left Dean to his bottle. After his shower, Sam felt refreshen. He stepped out of the bathroom only to find his brother stretched out on the bed by the bathroom door. An empty bottle rested on the night stand while a newly opened bottle was being tilted back as Dean was drinking from it. Sam shook his head. "You hungry?" Sam quickly said before he said something else.
Dean brought the bottle away from his lips. The thought came across his face, when he finally answered. "A little. Why?" A smile danced across his face. "You buying?"
Sam sighed. "Yeah. I'll buy." He watched Dean take another drink. "You coming?" Waiting for Dean to move.
Dean looked in Sam's direction. "Nah. You go get something and bring it back." The bottle was heading back to his lips, but stopped. "And bring me some pie."
Sam grabbed the keys and headed for the door. The last thing he hear as his went through the doorway was the request for pie. Sam had to smile. 'Dean and his pie.' He closed the door to his big brother finishing off another bottle.
Sam had to drive thirty minutes to find a diner. Once there, he had to wait in line to give his order. The only thought going through his mind was that Dean will be calling any minute, worried about his little brother. But no phone call came. By the time he was back on his way to the motel, he had been gone over an hour.
Being still daylight, Sam thought nothing about no lights being in their room. He fumbled his way through the door, carrying the food and drinks. After he closed the door, it was then he realized something wasn't right. Dean was no where to be seen. "Dean?" Sam called out. The bathroom door was opened, but the light wasn't on. Sam's eyes scanned the room to be met by empty bottles littering the room. "Dean?" Sam's voice didn't hide the fear. Sam placed the food and drinks on the table. Then Sam started walking toward the bathroom.
Sam stopped short. Sitting on the floor by the bed was Dean, his big brother. Leaning against the wall, with a bottle tightly in his hand, Dean slowly looked up to his brother. Sam saw the emptiness in his eyes.
Sam slowly moved closer to his brother. "Dean?"
"Za'my. You came bak. I nu you would." Dean's eyes drifted to staring passed Sam. "Just like befer."
Sam could see the drunken haze that was his brother's stare. He let his eyes move around the room once more. "You drank all of it?" His eyes stopped on Dean. Dean moved his stare up to his over-grown little brother. Confusion washed over his face. "The case of whiskey." Sam added.
A lopsided grin came across Dean's lips. "Workin' on the las' one." He proudly held up the bottle in his right hand. With his left hand, he padded the floor next to him. "Come and joi' me, Za'my."
Sam studied his brother. There was only a few times his brother drinks like this. Sam moved over to where Dean was sitting. He turned his back to the wall and slid down the wall to sit beside Dean. As soon as he was setting on the floor, a bottle was floating in front of him. Dean was having a hard time keep the bottle steady. Sam welcomed the bottle and took a large swig of the liquor. It was some of the best whiskey he had ever tasted.
Knowing better, Sam offered the bottle back toward Dean. Dean didn't take it. His eyes were fixed on the blurry wall in front of him. Sam lowered the bottle before he spoke. "Dean?" He softly spoke.
"I reme'ber 'ell." Dean started to talk. Sam knew his brother wasn't one to talk much about himself. He only set still, listening to him. "I even reme'ber the fight with Lu'ifer." Tears start to form in his eyes. "And when Mic'eal took over." He slowly turned his head toward his little brother. "I reme'ber all of it."
"Dean." Was all Sam could say to his troubled big brother. His heart was breaking for him.
"He told me, I would be left like a ve-get-table. He told me you will be there, Z'mmy." His eyes changed. Almost like they were pleading to Sam. "Yu were there. Right?"
Sam could only shake his head. He knew what Dean was talking about. At the hospital. The orderly that looked like him. The one Meg possessed. "Dean thought it was him." Sam thought to himself.
"I 'new it wasn't yu." Sadness washed over him. "He's dead." The words came out of nowhere. Sam couldn't say anything. "More comes." Sam held his question. "Ev'ry day. I reme'ber more of what ha'pen." The tears start to fall down his cheeks. "I reme'ber."
Dean's head slowly drifted to Sam's shoulder. As thou the weight of the world was too heavy for him. Sam took a deep sigh. It wasn't long. Sam heard the gentle snoring coming from his brother. He moved the bottle to his left hand and took one more swig. Gentle moving for his drink, not to disturb Dean. Sam set there with his brother's head resting on his shoulder for some time. After a while, Sam switched hand with the bottle and reached for the bedspread beside him. Pulling it to where they were sitting, Sam took it to cover Dean up. As Dean slept off the liquor and the nightmares that now plague his mind, Sam finished off the bottle his brother gave him earlier.
The first thing he sensed was the smell. The mixture of cleaning solution and puke. How he knew what puke smelt like was beyond him. Maybe it's because he had the taste in his own mouth. Something rough was rubbing his arms and face. The next thing that came to mind was how hard this bed was. Dean slowly worked his eyes opened. What little light that was filtering in the room was missing him where he was laying. His eyes opened to the dust bunnies congregating beneath the bed next to him. Rolling his eyes around to see his surrounding brought a moan from his lips. Dean closed his eyes tightly.
'That was a bad idea.' Dean thought to himself. He laid there with his eyes closed, listening. Once the fog of waking up lifted, it dawned on Dean, 'Where's Sam?' Rallying all the strength he had, Dean opened his eyes and set up in one flowing motion. The room was still moving when he settled against the wall. That puke smell he smelt earlier was now working its way up his throat. Dean tilted his head against the wall, closing his eyes once again.
It was then he heard movement in behind the bathroom door. Dean rolled his head to hear better. About that time, the door opened and Dean could hear footsteps move out and over to him. Feeling the staring eyes on him, Dean answered. "Stop staring, Sammy. I ain't dead."
"You look dead." Sam said through smiling lips. "You smell like road-kill." He couldn't help but laughed.
Sometime during the night, Dean had to throw up but didn't make it to the bathroom. He didn't make it to his feet. Sam had already moved to one of the beds and had left Dean sleeping it off on the floor after placing a pillow under his head. Sam was laughing, because Dean was now sitting where he threw up.
"What's so funny?" Dean asked as his slowly opened his eyes in Sam's direction.
"Nothing." Sam fought the laughter. "How you feel?" He finally asked.
"Like I drank a whole liquor store."
Sam placed his toiletry bag in his duffel bag. "You did, Dude." Sam's smile returned to his lips. "You hungry?"
Dean looked up at Sam. The thought of food wasn't setting well with his belly. He brought his hand up to his mouth, trying to hold back the nauseated feeling that was making its way up his throat. It didn't work. Struggling to his feet, Dean stumbled toward the bathroom. Just making it to the porcelain throne that was awaiting him.
Sam couldn't contain his laughter. He wasn't making fun of his brother's misery, but remembering a time when Dean tortured him after a binge night he himself did. He finally heard the toilet flush. Sam looked toward the bathroom door.
Dean leaned heavy on the doorframe. "You buying?"
Sam shook his head. "Yeah, I'll buy."
Dean nodded. "Let me get cleaned up first." With that, he turned back into the bathroom and Sam could hear the water from the shower start.
Breakfast was nothing like Sam had hoped for. Dean didn't have any problems eating the greasy bacon, fried eggs and black coffee. Though a few times while eating, he thought Dean was about to reintroduce his meal to his plate. Dean held it down.
After their meal, the brothers were walking out to the Impala when Dean stopped short. Sam could see something was on bothering his brother. "Dean? What's wrong?"
"Dean stood a moment before speaking. "Did I..." Was all he could say when his phone began to ring in his jacket. He looked toward Sam as he removed it from his pocket. "Hello?" His eyes grew. "What?" He looked again at Sam's questioning face. "Bobby. Calm down." Dean began to move toward the car. Sam followed. "Don't do anything till we get there, Bobby." With that, Dean looked at his phone as if it went dead.
"Dean? What's wrong?" Sam finally asked.
"We got to get back to Bobby's. Now!" Was the last thing Dean said as the brothers climbed into the car and sped off.
TBC
A/N: I don't do drunk well. Hope you understood it. PLEASE review and let me know what you think. :D
