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Note to Readers: Busy weekend and I have to say this chapter was almost not getting posted and it's shorter than what I wanted but if I didn't post today, it was likely you'd be waiting until next weekend. This chapter is part 1 and part 2 will be posted next weekend sometime. I wanted to thank everyone for their reviews and PM's there are some of you that do not sign your reviews, so I'm not able to reply back with a link, but thank you for your wonderful comments/reviews! Hey, heard some scoops for S6 and it really does sound great. I'm so looking forward to September 24 and the season premiere.

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Side Note: The chapter title is named after an Alter Bridge song by the same name.

Our Solemn Hour

By Dawn Nyberg

Chapter 11: Ties that Bind, Part 1

"Who can say where the road goes, where the day flows? Only time..." lyrics excerpt by Enya. Only Time

"Helen's," Josh answered the phone that rang behind the bar. "Huh? Yeah, sure Jack, he's right here." Josh motioned to Sam. "It's Jack dude, he wants to talk to you."

Sam took the phone and covered the ear facing the loud room and music, "Jack? What's up?" he asked easily. The conversation wasn't long, "Yeah, I can do that job sounds easy enough … swing by tonight and give me the details. I might have a question or two; ya know that I can't exactly ask in mixed company. Yeah, catch you later."

Sam wiped down the bar and looked up as Jack walked in, "Busy night?" the older man and former hunter asked.

"Aren't they all, it's a Friday," Sam smiled. "So, this job …"

"Yeah, got a couple in need of a house cleansing of sorts … they moved in and were at a hotel the next day."

"Poltergeist?"

"That's what I'm not sure about kid, you know how civilians can over react about this stuff. We might have an irritated Casper on our hands or something grumpier," Jack replied easily. "I don't like askin' but you're the closest and if I go I think my Becca will have my hide."

"It's okay Jack. I've handled my share of ghosts and poltergeists over the years with my family when I was younger. I'll get it done for them and you can keep your pound of flesh from Becca's clutches," Sam grinned. Jack barked a laugh.

"You sure you ain't been married kiddo," Jack mused. Sam offered a light laugh but Jack caught something in his eyes. "It's been good havin' you here Sam," Jack added gently. "So, I haven't spoken to you since your trip with your brother, "How was the cabin?"

"You have a nice place Jack. It was good." Sam didn't offer any more and Jack didn't push. He just nodded and smiled.

"Good," was his only response. "So, any chance you could head there tomorrow? It's about a forty-five minute drive. I think they're biting at the bit to get back into their place. It's their first house ya know. They've been held up at the Red Roof living out of suitcases."

"First house, huh?" Sam smirked. "Yeah, so did they say of the activity started at night?"

"Yeah, looks like our friendly isn't raising much of a ruckus during the day but at night around 3ish range it pitches a fit." Sam nodded.

"Fine, I got the directions and address. I'll leave in the morning."

"I'll let them know. They'll meet you in town to give you the keys to get into the place. It's off the road a bit and sits on a good four acres of land. I told them I wasn't sure how quick the job was going to be once you got there, so they'll stay put at the hotel until you call them."

"Yeah, okay. Not a problem," Sam assured. "You run a history on the land by any chance?"

"Yeah, nothing out of the ordinary tied to it."

"Okay."

Sam woke to his alarm and rubbed his face. It was a dream-free night thankfully. He was so tired he had crashed when he got home and didn't check his email, so he slid out of bed and went down the hall to the room that held a desk and his laptop. He opened his email:

Sammy,

Just touching base. Working something out on my end, I'll fill you in later. How's work? Staying out of trouble, I hope. Talk to you soon.

Dean

Sam quirked an eyebrow up at the 'working something out' line but his brother did say he'd fill him in later, so he'd wait but right now he had a job to do for Jack.

"Do you have to go," Ben stood by the front door and looked up at Dean. The kid had grown a lot but still had a way to go. Dean hooked an arm around Ben and pulled him in.

"We'll still see each other kiddo, it's just my little brother needs me ya know," his voice was gentle.

"We need you to," he lamented. "You'll miss the championship game."

"The soccer championship is a good month away and I wouldn't miss it."

"You'll be there?" Ben's eyes looked hopeful.

"Told ya kiddo, we'll still see each other and you can call and email when ever you want, okay?"

Lisa stood by the Impala as Dean walked up to her. "Take care of yourself, okay?" she said without meeting his eyes. Dean cupped her chin and lifted her face, so that their eyes met and he smiled.

"If you and Ben need anything Lisa I'm just a call away, okay? You have the number of Sam's place and the bar, so if you can't get me on my cell you can track me down okay."

"I know you have to do this, I do, but it doesn't make it any easier."

"I know."

"Are you really going to make it back for Ben's big game?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

Lisa leaned in quickly and pulled Dean into a hug, She held tightly and then let go. He kissed her and waved at Ben who stood on the porch and waved. He knew the kid was unhappy but he had meant it when he told Ben to keep in touch. He'd try to email Ben nightly, if for anything to just say Hi and make sure he knew he wasn't forgotten.

He climbed in the Impala and waved as he drove away toward the highway and his little brother. He had purposefully not told Sam he was coming but had instead been a little cryptic in his last email. He thought it best that his arrival be a surprise, other wise Sam would just try and talk him out of leaving Cicero. Hell, he'd probably still pitch a fit but once he was there he hoped Sam would give in and decide that the two of them back together as a family was he right move for now, for both of them.

Sam slammed into the basement wall and scanned the darkness of the basement. The presence in the house was no poltergeist or simple ghost, it was an entity, a very powerful and angry one that had attached itself to this old house. Sam could sense its malevolence.

There was a growl and a rush of wind and he felt himself lifted and slammed into the wall and then he was thrown across the room slamming into the concrete block wall, light flashed behind his eyes and he knew no more.

To Be Continued