Tried to get this chapter up before I left for a small vacation. But I got back yesterday. Hope you guys enjoy it!


Chapter Six

Sam was quick when he burst through the door dragging Christina as she kept her hand on the back of her head as the force of her hair being ripped out had caused and small open wound, luckily, and Christina instantly sat down at the table.

"Where's the coffee?" Dean asked before he noticed his sister with a small amount of blood from the back of her head. "What the hell happened?"

"There was another attack last night and when Sam and I went to investigate, I was attacked." Christina said rubbing and sighing in relief that her bleeding stopped.

"Did you see anything?" Dean asked the two and both shook their heads.

"The only thing we saw were the cracks in the walls and the small puddle of ectoplasm on the floor near the vent. I didn't see anything else." Sam admitted sounding guilty that his sister got hurt on his watch.

"Well, at least this thing is consistent." Dean said then gave his sister a calm look letting her know she could step down from the case if she didn't feel like she couldn't. "But now we have two attacks in the last twenty-four hours. Are you going to be okay?" He asked Christina who nodded. "Jo, let's see if we can narrow down who this S.O.B. I'm not risking your life or Christy's. So see if you can find out more."

"Alright." Jo said standing up and grabbing her cellphone dialing a number and headed for the bedroom.

"Christy, you should try and rest up." Dean said seeing her squint in pain, recognizing the signs of a migraine coming in as he often saw that look in Sam's face growing up.

"I'll be okay, Dean." Christina said though looked touched he cared.

"...and if you speak a word to my mother I will...That's right with pliers." Jo said her voice serious and threatening as she hung up and sat down. "Ash is going to be emailing you a picture in a few minutes." She said, as she sat down next to Christina to check the back of her head. "Looks a little red but you should be okay."

"I just said that." Christina said with a smile. "But thanks for the concern." A soft dinging sound came from Sam's computer and they all gathered around to look at the photo Sam had received.

"All I see is an empty field." Dean said unsure what they were supposed to see.

"What if it's not the field." Jo said then went closer at the building that was next to it. "What's that in the windows?" She asked pointing to a blurry photo of a large brick building and the grainy image of some strange lines in the windows.

"Bars?" Sam asked seeing the building and started to see other bars in the other windows.

"Ash did say there was a prison. Moyamensing prison. Built in 1835 demolished in 1963. They used to do executions in the field until they built the building for these apartments." Jo said sounding a very excited of the recent development she had discovered. "We just need to know who could fit the bill of someone who is obsessed with young petite blonde women."

"Well, how hard would it be find out how many people were executed during the hundred years or so the prison had been operating." Christina asked and they watched as Sam was counting a list of names that was also attached with the photo.

"A hundred and fifty seven." Sam answered and all four adults sighed in frustration.

"That's going to a whole lot of graves to dig." Dean said stretching and not looking too happy with what will be in store. "We better try and narrow down the list and come up with at least five or so possibilities."

"That's interesting." Sam said as he had been already scrolling down the list of names. "I would never have thought that we would ever get a chance to be hunting him down."

"Who's 'him'?" Christina asked as she didn't know what he was talking about as she couldn't see the laptop.

"Herman Webster Mudgett." Sam answered.

"H.H. Holmes?" Dean asked making. "When did he get the hangman's noose?"

"In 1869. He was buried somewhere just off the grounds." Sam said reading off more information. "Also I know this is our mad spirit as his favorite victims, young petite blonde women."

"Now I'm starting to feel like I've been living under a rock, but who is H.H. Holmes?" Jo asked looking at the three Winchesters.

"America's first serial killer. Before America knew what a serial killer was." Christina answered quickly. "He has claimed to have killed only twenty seven people but people believe it could be more then a hundred. The reason for that is because he made the infamous Murder Castle in Chicago where when he built secret passageways, thicker walls, drop vats into acid, just a whole bunch of messed up things. Said he kept his intended victims alive and then slowly torture them to death."

"So you're saying that this H.H. Holmes, could still have the last victim alive then? That she's somewhere in the walls?" Jo asked and Sam, after reading almost the same things, nodded.

"So we'll start searching for anywhere thick enough to hide a body." Dean said standing up but turned to look at his sister who stood up from the table. He saw her stumble slightly and rub the back of her head. "Christy, why don't you and Jo stay behind. Sam and I will be able to look for our not so friendly ghost."

"No, I'm coming." Jo said standing up and racing Dean to the door. "I've already done so much to not at least see this through. Please let me come with you at least. Please?"

"I'll be okay with being alone." Christina said with a slight pained look in her eyes. "Besides my head is throbbing slightly. How about you go grab the salt and I'll just lined everywhere so I'll be okay by myself?"

"Fine. Nobody leaves until I get back." Dean said and left the apartment after everyone agreed.

"Sorry for bailing on this." Christina said, before squeezing her eyes and softly massaging her forehead.

"You're hurt. It's all good." Jo said with a reassuring smile. "I promise I won't have too much fun without you here."

"Yeah thanks for that." Christina said laying on the couch as she felt the pain radiate and she felt a little nervous that the pain, from something as hair being pulled out of her head was still causing her problems. "Give this ghost hell for me when you dig up his remains."

"That's going to be hard for us." Sam said after he continued to read more as they waited for Dean to come back. "When Holmes died he was indeed buried but he had them promise to encase his tomb in concrete so that nobody could mutilate his body like he mutilated his own victims. At least that's what the legends and stories."

"Well, I hope the last victim can be found and saved." Christina said sounding a bit down knowing she won't be there to help.

"She will." Jo said enthusiastically. "Don't worry though, we'll try and not finish this case up too soon."

"Thanks." Christina said and all three were surprised to see Dean walking into the room with the salt and a small bottle of Tylenol. "Did you have to run to get here?" She asked taking the Tylenol and opening it so she could pour out a couple of capsules.

"Hey, you were hurt and we need to find this girl. So let's get ready to leave." Dean said quickly lining the salt around the vents that were close to the floor. Then quickly lined around the sofa. "Stay put. We shouldn't be that long."

"Okay. You three be safe." Christina said watching as the three left closing the door behind them. As she lay down to try and sleep off the pain her cellphone started to ring. She carefully pulled it out of her pocket and say it was Ellen that was calling. Even though she knew she shouldn't have answered but she had to at least her out. "Hey Ellen."

"Hey sweetie. Just calling to check up on you three." Ellen answered back. "Is everything going well?"

"As well as possible." Christina answered letting out a small moan as the headache in her head throbbed uncomfortably.

"What happened?" Ellen asked hearing the moan and her being a mother could tell Christina was in pain.

"Got some of my hair ripped out of the back of my head. For some reason the pain is still bothering me. Even though it's been a little over a half hour since it happened. But I should be fine."

"I'm sorry you're hurt right now. Must be hard to be alone when you're with your brothers."

"It's not that bad right now. They do take really good care of me if I get hurt. This isn't a regular thing so I should be just fine. By the way, sorry for not answering your call yesterday. We were just really busy with trying to find who or what we were looking for. Soon we had a break in the case and we know we're looking for H.H. Holmes's ghost. What are the odds of that?"

"Pretty unlikely." Ellen said and Christina heard Ellen sigh heavily on the other end. "Would you tell me if you've seen Jo around if you've seen her?"

Christina felt herself break into a cold sweat as guilt began to play in the pit of her stomach. "You know I would. Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Look, I may not look it but I'm not that old. I also know how to hear a lie a mile away. If you come clean, I won't tell Jo that you told on her. I also know you would protect her like a sister would."

"She's with us." Christina caved quickly knowing that Ellen would indeed keep her end of the bargain and not tell on her. "That's the real reason I didn't answer you."

"I kind of figured. Thanks for letting me know. Is she there now?"

"No, she's with my brothers trying to find the last kidnapped victim. But I think she and my brothers would be here shortly. But I think it will be better if you call Dean. As I think she'll be with him."

"Okay, I'll give him a call in a bit. I just got a rush of people show up. Thanks sweetie."

"You're welcome, Ellen." When she hung up she felt guilty and she covered her eyes with her hands and let out a frustrated whine. "Great going, Christy." She said to herself standing up and kicking the salt line out of frustration. "You really know how to keep a freaking secret from people." After another spout of anger she kicked the vent to the bedroom and felt something wrap around her ankle causing her to fall on the ground on her back. Before she could scream the door to the apartment opened and her two brothers barged in and saw the state their sister was in, a strange dark hand quickly retreated back into the vent and Sam grabbed hold of Christina's arms to pull her away from the now opened vent.

"Why did you kick the salt lines?" Dean accused raising his voice slightly as he looked inside the vent as if he could see who the hand was attached to.

"Sorry I got frustrated... Wait where's Jo?" Christina asked seeing that Jo was not there.

"It got her." Dean said and sighed. "Looked like it was coming after you too. Which is a bit brazen that it would go after two girls."

"Dean, you let Jo out of your sight? What happened to 'Nobody leaves my sight' or whatever from when we first got here?"

"She insisted on going in a place I couldn't get into. Sam and I tried to get to the area she was last, but her phone was left." Dean admitted as he started to hear his cellphone ringing in his pocket. "But we will get her back. We just need to work together." He face paled. "Hey Ellen." Dean's face tried to remain serious and Christina fought to keep herself indifferent as she knew why Ellen called. "We're going to get her. She left my sight for a second and she's gone. But I promise to get her back." After a few seconds of quiet confusion before he slipped his cellphone in his pocket.

"What did she say?" Sam asked seeing the guilty look in Dean's face.

"We just got to find Jo before Ellen arrives. She would be here on the next flight. Which I hope will be another few hours." Dean said ignoring Sam's question as they gathered around the laptop and began to look at blueprints of the apartment building trying to solve where Jo could have been taken to. Dean kept glancing over at his sister and noticed she was standing facing the vent staring at it before she softly began to sniff as if she had the soul of a bloodhound catching the scent of their target. He then watched as she closed her eyes and slowly began to turn her head catching both his and Sam's attention.

"I don't know to explain it, but I'm picking up the smell from our ghost friend." Christina said and slowly walked out the door, followed by her two brothers closely behind. Neither brother spoke as Christina moved as if being pulled until it lead the three outside to a field nearly half a block away. When they stopped Christina grabbed her head and stumbled slightly. "What the heck..."

"What the hell is right." Dean said giving her an uneasy stare like she was withholding information that he began to wonder with their last case. "Why are we here?" He asked after forcing himself to look around.

"I don't know. That smell I was smelling just ended here." Christina answered looking a little unsure of herself as she shook her head and began to look around. "It's better then not knowing what to do. We kind of don't have much time to argue."

"That's true Dean." Sam agreed as he slapped Dean's shoulder. "Once this is over we will have a discussion. Deal?"

"Deal." Both siblings said and started to search around the area for something out of place.

After a few minutes they found a maintenance hatch that was unlocked. Without over thinking the find, Dean grabbed hold of the over hanging metal and lifted revealing a ladder bolted to the wall.

"I think this is it." Dean said glancing up at his sister and seeing her concentrating on something. "Christy?"

"That same smell is coming from there." Christina said looking up at her brothers.

"Okay. Sam run and grab some salt from the car. It shouldn't be too far from here." Dean looked around to make sure nobody was watching them. Once Sam disappeared to grab the salt, Dean slowly turned and looked at his sister. "Are you sure you're not like Sam?"

"I'm positive. Sometimes it freaks me out when things seem to happen. But like I said I always had this gift. It's helped me a lot when I was first hunting by myself. It just takes a lot of memory to place what smell goes with what monster and person. I mean regular humans have individual smells while monsters have some of the same smells, just a few slight differences."

"Like what?" Dean asked, clearly wanting to know more about this talent his sister had.

"Let's take a vampire. They all have the same blood smell to them just added differences. Like that one vampire... the one we got the colt from had a blood orange smell that just threw me off. While the last vampire had a blood almost chocolaty smell that was a bit more pleasant. But still threw me off."

"So this is for everyone?" Dean asked and Christina shook her head.

"Well, I'm sure everyone has their own smell, but I'm sure I wouldn't be able to pinpoint other smells. I think if I do let my talent broaden I'd be able to smell everyone's but I think I'd overwhelm myself. It's very difficult to wrap my mind around with the ability as it doesn't always work."

"No, I understand. Glad that you explained." He could see Sam rounding the corner with the salt and a couple of rifles to use to blast the ghost away long enough to get Jo and hopefully the last victim in case she was still alive and there.

"Now that you know. Don't use me as a bloodhound. Deal?"

"Deal." Dean nodded and let out a sigh as he carefully climbed over the edge. "Alright, ladies. Let's go." He could hear the soft chuckles of his siblings as he climbed down first followed by Christina in the middle while Sam took the rear. All three were unsure what they would find if they were on the right track to find Jo. But they continued to think at least positive that they would.