The next morning was a living nightmare. Klink had called an early morning roll call. He had a very important announcement to make today. "Report!"
Schultz saluted, and a proud smile planted itself on the sergeant's chubby face. "All present and counted for."
Klink came down the steps, and stood in front of everyone, and Colonel Hogan just had to ask him what the big idea was all about. Klink smiled. "Well, Colonel, General Burkhalter is coming today, to report about something special.
Sam and Dean, who were behind the Colonel, yet next to Newkirk and Kinch, were both standing there completely confused. Both were wondering who in the hell this General Burkhalter was, but they had known better than to ask question aloud, considering they were trapped in another time.
"And what report would that be sir?" Newkirk asked.
"I can't discuss such matters with you prisoners. Now, go back to your barracks."
That's different, Hogan thought as the rest of the men retreated back in. Something about Klink's behavior struck him as odd, ad Hogan couldn't put his finger on it. Hogan hadn't realized that he had been standing exactly four steps from the open door, still staring across the yard, before Schultz was calling his name. He looked over at him confused. "What is it, Schultz?"
"Colonel, the Kommandant, told you to get back inside. Why are you still standing there?"
Hogan shook his head. "No reason," he replied before going off inside with the confused and uneasy expression etched into his face.
His men, and the brothers, took notice. Everyone began to ask him what was wrong, but Sam and Dean stayed out of it, instead they were trying figure things out too. Both Dean and Sam, only knowing Klink for a day, had also taken in the change. But they put much effort into worrying about it, since they hardly knew him.
"Colonel, what's the matter?" Kinch asked.
Hogan walked over towards the table, planting one foot on the bench, while the other was glued to the floor. He was in his thinking position. "I don't know. Something was up with Klink."
Kinch sighed. "You're telling me. Did you get a look at Schultzie? Something looked like it spooked him."
Sam and Dean looked at one another in sync. They were doing that brother telepathy thing, which annoyed the rest of the gang.
"What are you thinking?" Hogan asked them.
"Well, we were thinking that we need to question Schultz," Dean said.
"But we're pretty sure that he won't talk to us," Sam said, finished the rest of Dean's statement.
Hogan smiled his I got a great plan smile. "Don't worry, we got that covered."
That afternoon, everyone was gathered around the table while LeBeau cooked except for Sam and Dean, who were inside Hogan's office discussing what to do next.
"Okay, Sam, how do we figure out a way to get out of this place?"
"I don't know, by finding the monster that did this in the first place."
"You mean the time traveling ghoul," Dean said with a giant grin. "Ah, come on, you know you want to say it."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Grow up. But technically, yes. We need to find it, but what we really need to do is get a hold of Bobby."
"Speaking of which, have you got an explanation on how he was able to contact us?"
"No, but I'm going to try and figure it out."
"Okay, Einstein, how do you plan on doing that?"
"By testing different electronics. Geez Dean, where's your head tonight?"
"On that delicious smell. What is that?"
"I don't know, but you're going to find out, aren't you?" Sam asked, and looked over to see that his brother gone, and the door was wide open. "Figures."
Sam got up and walked out, joining his brother who was standing next to LeBeau, and Sam could hear him asking LeBea a question. "What is that? It smells really good, not as good as apple pie, but it's really close."
"It's a strudel," the Frenchman said.
"What's it for?"
"This is for bribing Schultz. It's one of the many ways we get information out of him, another way is by gambling," Newkirk said.
"Nice operation," Dean said a hint of fascination in his voice.
"So, what do you do now?" Hogan asked suddenly.
Sam looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, have you figured out how to get back to your time?"
Sam shook his head. "No, but I'd like to conduct some experiments with some of your electronics later, if that's alright?"
"Of course, I want to try and help as much as I can."
Sam nodded, and thanked the Colonel, watching as Carter told them that Schultz was on the way. Hogan and the gang hid the pots in a place next to the fireplace, and right as they put the last remaining item away, the door swung open. Schultz came in and asked, "What's going on here?"
"Do you really want to know?" Hogan asked.
Schultz shook his jaws. "No, but I would... do I smell a strudel?"
"Uhuh. Smells good, right?" Hogan said, motioning for LeBeau. The little Frenchman placed the pastry in front of the Sergeant's nose, and Schultz could practically taste the deliciousness of it.
"Schultz, in exchange for the strudel, we need some information."
"What kind of information?" he asked, hypnotized by the good food still in front of him.
"What happened last night?"
Schultz looked up surprised. "Last night? I don't know what you mean."
Hogan sighed. "Okay, then I guess the men and I will enjoy this tasty, rich-"
"Alright, alright! I did as you asked and walked around towards Klink's office and I heard a female voice scream something. I ran in and saw Klink in bed but there was a woman and she disappeared and there was also a knife, but no one was holding it."
Sam shot Dean a look, and Dean immediately knew what it was before looking back at Schultz.
"Where did the woman go?" Carter asked.
"I don't know," he said, only the men were giving him the disbelieving look. "Honestly, but I do remember that there was a blue mist or smoke."
"Okay, Schultz, thank you."
Schultz nodded happily as LeBeau handed him the plate and he started walking away. He opened the door, and Hogan stopped him before he could take another step. "One more thing Schultz, why is the General coming?"
"I don't know. Something about Berlin, I think." With that the Sergeant left.
Hogan turned to Kinch. "Get the coffee pot ready, I want to know exactly what is going to happen in Klink's office."
A little while later, a car pulled into Stalag 13, and out popped the General. Sam and Dean looked out the door just to see before shutting it back and going into where the Heroes men were gathered around Hogan's desk, and they could hear Colonel Klink's voice.
"Ah, General, what brings you here?"
"Well, Klink, you called me in the middle of the night telling me you have something important to discuss."
"Ah, yes, but first how about a glass of wine?"
"Yes."
"Is it me or does Klink not sound like himself?" Newkirk asked.
Hogan nodded, and went back to the coffee pot but now the only thing they were getting was a scratching noise coming from it. "What the hell?"
A buzzing noise came from Dean's jacket and Dean pulled out his man-made EMF detector to see that it was going on the fritz. "That can't be good."
Sam shrugged. "You're telling me. But why is it going off? Do you think the coffee pot is doing it?"
"What is that thing?" Kinch asked.
"Its an EMF detector," Dean answered.
"A what?"
"It's a device that picks up electromagnetic frequencies. It's used for detecting hot spots for ghost activity, so why is it going off now? I mean, usually, we have to be in the same place as the ghost. Dean..." Sam trailed off when a sudden thought passed through his head. "What if the ghost possessed Klink, and you know how some ghost are? Remember back in Colorado when we were hunting the ghost of that teenage girl?"
"Oh, yeah, her ghost powers were on the fritz. You don't actually think that this ghost just got killed?"
"I don't know, but I'd say if she is producing this much frequency something must be going on."
"Okay, suppose your right, how do we find the remains?"
"Honestly, I don't think they have any," Hogan spoke up. Sam turned to him confused. "The night before you came, there was an expulsion, Klink got a call and we listened in apparently a German solider got killed in it, and there was also an american woman who got captured back about three weeks ago, she escaped about the same time. Klink didn't say whether or not she had been perished too."
"Okay, if this is the case, then maybe one of them was carrying something. An item..."Dean said only Sam interrupted.
"Oh my God!"
"What is it, Sam?"
"The pocket watch, I'd bet you anything that that is the connection."
"Man, I'd wish you'd get a vision to help us out."
"Unfortunately, it doesn't work that way, but maybe Hogan and his men could get it, along with salt and a lighter."
"Sure, no problem. I'm guessing this needs to be done tonight? If your hunch is right, and Klink really is possessed then she wants to kill Klink then go after Burkharter," Hogan said.
"That's the theory," Sam said.
"Sam, are you a hundred percent on this?" Dean asked his brother. Dean never doubted Sam before, because Sam was always right.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, Dean, think about. I know we don't have a ton of proof, but it makes since, hell, maybe the ghost's energy was enough to call Bobby in the first place."
"I guess, I mean it makes sense. Okay then let's torch the watch and save Klink's life."
Sam nodded.
After coming up with a decent plan for Schultz to steal the pocket watch, Sam and Dean remained on standby, inside the barracks waiting impatiently for Schultz. Hogan arrived before Schultz and handed Sam the salt and Dean the lighter. "Okay, now what guys?"
"We need to get to the woods, so no one can see, and torch it," Dean said.
"Yeah, but once that ghost knows what we're up to, she might show up."
Schultz finally came and handed Hogan the watch. Of course, the bribe was still in check from earlier, and after he made sure Schultz left, the three quickly left through the underground tunnel and came up the other side.
Sam quickly took the locket from Hogan and began to hose it down with the salt.
The air temperature declined rapidly, and before Dean had the chance to even light the lighter, Klink came out of nowhere and telekinetically tossed Sam through the air, causing him to hit a tree with a hard thump.
"Sam!" Dean shouted and then went to light the lighter only the stupid thing wouldn't light. "Come on! Light!"
Before Dean had the chance to try again Klink came towards him and with another telekinetic mojo forced Dean against a tree. Klink came towards him, and Dean realized that he had dropped the lighter, but he couldn't move. Klink was in front of him smiling. "Ah, the famous Winchesters, you know the spirits really don't like you, even in this time frame." Dean didn't have a chance to even come up with a cocky response before the ghost put her hands over his heart.
Dean felt an intense pain in his chest and groaned.
Sam was beginning to stir but was still too winded from the blow to do anything. He groaned and tried to get his blurry vision under control, he could just make out shadow figures.
Hogan who had been there the whole time, quickly grabbed the light and set the watch on fire. Klink/the ghost was to busy with torturing Dean that he/she didn't notice. And soon, a pain erupted in his chest before a blue mist escaped from Klink. Klink's body slumped to the ground and the blue mist transformed into a beautiful woman in a white dress with angry filled eyes that shot towards Hogan. "You!" she yelled before exploding into blue dust particles.
"Is it over?" Hogan asked.
Dean slid to the ground and nodded, before going over and helping his baby brother up. Sam groaned and nodded, a silent response that he was okay. He'd probably have bruising but he was other wise okay.
At least, the ghost was over. Now, they could get some peace...
At least that's what they thought.
Okay, this story took a little longer than I was expecting it to. Please do not be afraid to review it.