Yellow Fever Part 2

Sam and Angela were sitting on the Impala as a car drove up.

"Howdy, you two." Bobby said.

"Hey, Bobby." Sam and Angela replied.

"Thanks for coming." Angela smiled.

"Where's Dean?"

"Uh, home sick." Sam answered.

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Dean was watching TV in the hotel. He saw Pokey being lassoed and dragged. "Oh, this isn't helping."

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"So, have his hallucinations started yet?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, a few hours ago." Angela nodded.

"How we doing on time?"

"We saw the coroner about 8:00 a.m. Monday morning, so, uh, just under two hours." Sam replied. "What about you? You find anything?"

"This uh, encyclopedia of spirits dates to the Edo period." He gave Sam a book with Japanese text.

"You can read Japanese?" Angela smiled.

Bobby answered in Japanese.

"Guess so, show-off." Sam laughed.

"Anyway, this book lists a kind of ghost that could be our guy." Bobby replied. "It uh, infects people with fear. It's called a Buru Buru."

"It say how to kill it?" Angela raised a brow.

"Same as usual. Burn the remains."

"Wonderful." Sam nodded. "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?" Angela asked.

"Pretty much."

"How the hell we gonna do that?" Sam asked.

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Back at the hotel room, Dean's cellphone rang.

"Hey." Dean said.

"Hey!" Sam replied. "So, uh, just ride out the trip, okay? You're, you're gonna be fine. We got a plan."

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"Uh, just a good plan, all right?" Sam replied. "Hang in there."

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"This is a terrible plan." Angela and Bobby said together.

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"I know I said, 'scared the ghost to death' but this?" Bobby asked.

"Hey, either of you got a better idea, I'm listening." Sam said.

Sam and Angela entered the mill when a hand came up behind the glass window that showed Luther's reflection.

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Back at the hotel, Dean started to hear barking. The door rattled then broke off its hinges.

"Sheriff?" Dean asked. He saw the gun in the sheriff's hand. "What are you doing?"

"Why are you looking into Luther Garland's death?"

He saw the blood on the sheriff's right arm. "Hey, hey, you're, you're sick. You're sick. You're sick, all right?" Dean replied. "Just, just like me, okay? You got to relax."

He hit Dean. "Frank O'Brien was my friend. So he made a mistake. So I didn't bust him." He said. "So what? And you're gonna bring me down over that?! No, sir." He pointed his gun at Dean, but he swatted it away.

They started fighting.

The sheriff started hyperventilating. "Get away from me!"

"Al, you got to calm down!"

"Step back!" the sheriff yelled. He was having a heart attack.

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"Any luck?" Bobby asked over the walkie talkie.

"I don't know what's wrong, Bobby." Angela replied. "Last time he came right at us. It's almost he's, uh… like he's scared." She put down her shotgun and Sam did the same.

"So now what?"

"I guess we got to make him angry." Sam replied. "Hey, Luther!" he started to tear up the drawings. The machines turned on. "Come on, Luther! Where the hell are you? What are you waiting for?"

He and Angela turned around and saw Luther.

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Dean was sitting on the bed scratching his arms. He heard again what Sam said during his hallucination earlier.

"You're going back. It's about damn time too." Sam said. "Hahahaha."

He heard barking. He looked down at his watch and saw something on the floor. He picked it up and saw it was the bible.

"Hi, Dean." A little girl said.

"Huh, no! No!" Dean yelled.

"Yes!" The girl smiled. "It's me, Lilith." She embraced Dean. "Oh, I missed you so much. It's time to go back now."

Dean moved away from Lilith. "You, you are not real!"

"What's the matter, Dean?" she asked. "Don't you remember all the fun you had down there? You do remember. 4 months is like 40 years in hell. Like doggy years. And you remember every second."

Dean clutched his chest. "You are not real."

"It doesn't matter. You're still gonna die. You're still gonna burn."

"Why me? Why'd I get infected?"

"Silly goose. You know why, Dean. Listen to your heart."

"Whu…?"

"Baboom, baboom, baboom, baboom."

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Sam and Angela were fighting Luther's spirit. Angela managed to wrap the chain around Luther's neck.

"Bobby, punch it!" Sam yelled.

Bobby floored the Impala and pulled Luther's spirit across the road until he disappeared. At the same time Dean recovered in the hotel room.

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"So you guys road-hauled a ghost with a chain?" Dean asked.

"Iron chain etched with spell work." Sam nodded.

"Hmm, that's a new one."

"It was what he was most afraid of." Angela replied. "It was pretty brutal, though."

"On the upside, I'm still alive, so uh, go team!"

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "How you feeling, by the way?"

"You sure, Dean?" Bobby asked. "'Cause this line of work can get awful scary."

"I'm fine." Dean replied. "You want to go hunting? I'll hunt. I'll kill anything."

Angela giggled and pinched his cheek. "Aww." She cooed, looked at Bobby laughing.

"Awwww, he's adorable." Bobby agreed. "I got to get out of here. You three drive safe."

"You too, Bobby." Sam said. "Hey, thanks."

Bobby drove off.

"So uh… so, what did you see?" Sam asked.

"Near the end, I mean."

"Oh, besides a cop beating my ass?"

"Seriously." Sam pressed.

Angela looked at Dean, frowning slightly.

Dean glanced at Angela and sighed in relief when her eyes were normal. He looked at Sam and saw a yellow flash in his eyes. He swallowed thickly.

"Howler monkeys." Dean lied. "Whole roomful of them. Those things creep the hell out of me."

"Right." Angela said, not believing a word.

"No, just the usual stuff, Angie." Dean assured. "Nothing I can't handle."

A/N: Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! School is officially out for the summer, so I will be writing and planning, etc. :)

Don't forget to review! Love you guys!

~Emily