Ghosts 101

Short synopsis (And expect some stuff to be added and/or changed as the story progresses-need to have some surprises in there too, lol): When Sam was a teen he routinely went on hunts with his brother and father, but one time he went on one that he never told John or Dean about. Years later, he finds out that it didn’t get resolved. Will he and Dean manage to solve the case before something disastrous happens? Takes place somewhere before the season one ending arc, so no season two spoilers. (Although I’m keeping up with the eps and they are awesome :)) And don’t worry, plenty of Dean as well as Sam in the story-I try to write them about evenly.

Well hello there, I’m finally back with another story :) Um, this one will probably be much shorter than the last, and I haven’t quite got all the kinks worked out yet, so we’ll get to find out what happens next together. :lol: I’d like to thank Steffs for some great story ideas and Laura for the title. Also I’m nervous about writing the part of it that takes place in the past, so you can let me know if it’s okay when we get to it. This is just a short opening chapter, will try to get more up soon. Hope you like! :unsure:

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Dean slammed the Impala’s trunk lid shut with a bit more force than necessary, then winced in pain as the shock traveled up his injured right arm.

“Son of a bitch!”

He patted the trunk gently in apology and turned to where Sam was shaking his head. Sam held out his hand and Dean stared at him, then at the keys in his other hand.

“Uh, uh, I’m fine.”

“Says the guy who went flying into that tree. You still have bark on your shirt,” Sam replied, and raised his brows.

Dean grunted, then deliberately moved to the driver’s side of the car, shifting the first aid box to his right hand and opening the door with the left. A shock of pain traveled up his arm and he blinked several times, only to feel a presence behind him.

“You want to hand me that before you drop it?” Sam’s tone was mild.

Dean sighed, and then gave in to the inevitable. He bet if he turned around he’d see his brother smirking and after the day he’d just had that was one thing he could do without.

“Fine, you win...this time. Stupid spring-heeled b-“

“Dean! Let me take a look at the arm, okay?” Sam hurriedly said.

“I can do it just fine myself,” Dean grumbled, but settled for placing the kit on the hood of the car. Reluctantly he handed Sam the keys and then shrugged slowly out of his jacket and then his shirt to see the extent of the damage.

The Impala was parked in a secluded area to the side of the country road, and he was fairly certain no one would spot them, if indeed anyone even used this road except for the idiots out for a thrill ride.

He could feel Sam looking at his arm from behind and rolled his eyes. “So?” he asked. He could see where his arm was already starting to turn black and blue, but from what he could tell the blood had only come from the one wound where the sharp branch had pierced his skin. He was glad he’d worn the leather jacket for the hunt; it had taken the brunt of the hit against the tree. Things could have been worse. Then again...

“My jacket! That sucker owes me!” he complained, fingering the bloody edged hole in the black leather.

“Well you’re going to find it hard to collect since it’s dead,” Sam observed. “Want help cleaning that?”

“I’ve got it covered,” Dean said, opening the first aid kit and taking out the disinfectant.

Hearing a silence behind him he sighed again. He knew Sam was feeling guilty about him being hurt, but he’d honestly had worse wounds that he’d patched up himself. However, in the interest of not having a moping brother driving his baby...

“Fine, since you’re a freakin’ giant you can do the honors,” he said, finally turning around.

Sam’s worried eyes met his for a moment before his brother took the bottle and with gentle hands cleaned his wound. After applying ointment and a dressing Sam got a clean shirt from Dean’s duffel for him to wear and then put the first aid kit in the back seat in case they needed it again quickly. Then he grabbed two bottles and settled in the driver’s seat.

Dean eased into the passenger seat with a warning glance that Sam had better treat his car right. Sam rolled his eyes and handed his brother the bottle of painkillers along with a bottle of water.

“I’m fine,” Dean muttered, and Sam fired back, “Humor me.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Dean said as he swallowed two pills and half the bottle of water.

Sam merely grunted as he put the car in drive. He’d been momentarily terrified when he’d seen Dean thrown by the spring heeled jack. They had tracked it for hours only to have the jumping creature circle behind them and almost take them by surprise. Dean had reacted as he always did, shoving Sam out of the way as the clawed hands came at him. It had tossed Dean instead, and Sam could still hear the echoes of his brother’s body smacking into the trunk of the tree.

The only thing he felt good about was firing the silver bullets into its heart and seeing it fall to the ground dead. Wrought iron would have worked just as well, but those bullets were in Dean’s gun and he’d been otherwise occupied with the tree.

Sam stole a glance at his brother as he drove. Dean was looking aimlessly out the window, pain and exhaustion he would never admit aloud in his posture. Before the hunt Dean hadn’t slept, instead doing all the driving as Sam managed to take a nap. Sam bit his lip and then grinned. His brother needed sleep...and all he planned to do was drive until he got to a motel. If Dean was already half asleep when they reached it he’d probably agree to stop for the night.

Reaching for a tape, he pushed it in and put it on low. The strains of Metallica’s Wherever I May Roam filled the Impala’s interior. Dean turned to look at him, surprised. Sam just gave him a smile and drove.

Dean settled further into the seat and soon fell into a light doze. Sam was okay and he was in his car. Sam drove for miles, finally entering the outskirts of a town after dusk. His eyes felt gritty and he was happy to note the “Lodgings-five miles” sign. He’d just glanced at Dean when something flickered into his view out of the corner of his eye.

Turning his full attention to the road-

“Shit!”

The brakes squealed in protest as he stopped the car abruptly. Dean fell forward against the seatbelt and then backwards again as the car halted.

Blinking, he asked, “Sam? What the-“

He turned to his brother. Sam’s face was white and he was staring straight ahead at the road in front of them. Dean looked through the windshield and immediately understood what had made Sam stop the car. A white mist had pooled on the road in front of them and a figure had materialized in the middle of it. It was ghostly white and took the shape of a man. The man was staring straight at Sam and mouthing some words, lifting up a translucent hand to point at him.

Sam looked at the apparition and started to ask, “What do you wa-“ when mist and figure abruptly disappeared. In moments the road was empty except for the Impala and its startled occupants.

TBC

OOOooooohhh Alisa that sent shivers down my spine..........

VERY GOTHIC

Lo and i were just talking about that. Hahaha

A mysterious white figure trying to communicate *Shivers* again.

Loved the Sammy Dean stuff nice for Sam to be the carer for a change even if Dean accepted help only grugdingly.


Great Start looking forward to more.

Steffs

Yes! I love it! So far we have a great beginning, and we have a ghost already! I am with Steffs on the Gothic feel. That is awesome, because Gothic is scary, and it gives you chills!

Here is my problem, Alisa. I have waited for weeks to get a taste of you fantastic writing, and now that I have tasted it, I am not satisfied—I want more! Damn. I knew that would happen. It is great. The flow, your characterizations of the brothers, their banter, it is all so perfect, like a finely tuned piano.

You have my attention, my heart, my eyes, and most of all my curiosity. I am eager to find out where this goes. What does that apparition of a man want? What was he mouthing? What was he saying? Why was he looking at Sam? I need to know! Dammit!

You have a gift, and thank you for sharing it with little ol’ me. Love you. Can’t wait for the next update!

Love

Lo

:melt

Great story, cant wait to see what happenns next ;)

This has a wonderful start. I loved the brotherly moments and the ghost was truly a haunting image. You have an astounding way with words and clearly paint a wonderous picture in your story...in every way. I love the way you touched on the description, emotions, and horror in every detail. Thank you for a wonderful start and I can't wait to see where it goes.

Lots of love and well wishes,

Isa

I love it!!!!! Can't wait to see what happens next!!!!! More please!!!
---Becky
:D

Whatever the hell is going on with my internet is :rant me off. :D

<_< I left you a nice sweet little post...then I got logged out. <_<

So anyways, loved it!! I'm so excited that you've started a new story. I follow your stories like a hungry guy follows steak. :D Ok, that didn't really make sense so I'll just settle for a happy dance.

*happy dance*

I'm gonna have so much to read when I get back. Whew!!!

Loves and hugs,
Kris

Oh, good - now I can nag you for an update!

Spooky start - looking forward to more. Which will be when, by the way?

Come on - I'm not getting any younger, you know... :lol:

creepy, please keep it up because it's really good! :D

Great Alisa, you're writing a new story.
Terrific and intriguing start.
Can't wait to know what'll happen next :)

Whoa, good start. I love Dean hurt, so very sexy.

Look forward to more.

Hi! Thanks so much for the reviews!!!! Here’s another update-at least it’s less than a week, lol :lol: .

Steffs, I appreciate your review so much. And wow, wasn’t even aiming for Gothic, but cool that you think it was, and yes, sometimes Sam needs to take care of his brother, I’m sure in the past he had to patch up Dean. Here’s more, and can't wait for more of yours! :)

Lo, glad you got chills. Well not really, because it’s cold out already, but yay. And um, you’ll just have to wait till the story unfolds. Thank you, and...wow. (blushing) Thanks. And by the way, your update is where? :lol:

Usagy, Thanks for the review! And here ya go. :)

Isadora, oh my gosh, I was so touched by your review! Now that the chapter’s out I’ll see if I can swing by your fic, Steffs is raving about it. And she doesn’t rave. Thanks so much! ^_^

Klem-can I call you Becky? Hi I’m Alisa, glad you like, thanks for reading, and here it is. :D

Kristen, I know you’re not going to get to see this for awhile, but when you get back on the boards and do see it I’ll do a happy dance because then you can update on yours, hugs back. :hug

mizpah, aha! I just checked and you posted yours, so we can mutually nag, lol. Will read yours with breakfast, and thanks for reviewing. :)

Storm Lover13, ooh, I love watching storms and hurricanes on tv. More creepy coming your way, er, in the story that is. Thanks for reviewing! :D

Oceane, I’m happy you’re reading! Here you go and thanks for the review. :)

aussiemel, yeah, I try and whump both boys in a fic. Even stevens, you know. Here ya go and thanks for reviewing. :D

Note: Milford is a real town in PA with a real haunted inn, according to the Shadowlands website. However, I’ve never been there and this town in the story is completely fictional, as are all the events and environs about it. The real Milford is most certainly nothing like what I envisioned for this fic. I have nothing against Milford, just thought the name was cool :)


Chapter 2


Sam turned and looked at his brother.

“Dean, did you-“

“Yeah man, freaky.” Dean unhooked his seatbelt and opened the door. His stiff muscles protested as he stood but he ignored their message as he walked to the trunk.

Sam had pulled the release and Dean went directly to where the EMF meter was stored, also picking up a handgun filled with rock salt bullets. He knew Sam was probably grabbing the gun in the glove compartment so he flicked the device on and returned to the front of the car. Sam was already standing in front of the Impala gun in hand, turning in a slow circle to see if he could spot the mist. He’d turned the engine off so they could hear if anything was around, but left the lights on.

The headlights shone through the dark unimpeded, illuminating only pavement and gravel. The wind picked up and began to moan in the trees edging the otherwise quiet road. Dean swept the EMF meter around, slowly walking to where the figure had been moments ago. The meter emitted a low humming sound. Carefully, Sam edged to the trunk and reached for the video camera, eyes flicking around and gun ready to defend his brother. Camera in hand, he panned it around but nothing showed on the screen.

Dean walked a little further, ignoring the pain in his arm as he gripped the gun. He turned, holding out the meter, but other than the low humming it didn’t seem to detect anything. Full dark had now fallen over the empty road, and as Sam joined his brother he shivered from the cold. Branches moved by the wind swayed and seemed to dance, the wind whispering secrets only nature could decipher. Otherwise all was silent, too silent and Sam swallowed. Goosebumps raced along his arms and he almost jumped when Dean suddenly spoke beside him.

“Well something was sure here but it’s gone now. You get anything?”

Sam aimed the camera at the ground, and was unsurprised when all he saw was road. He shook his head. “Nope. Think it was just a random apparition?”

Dean shrugged and then grimaced as his body reminded him the painkillers had worn off.

“No idea. Think we’ve got our next case though.”

“Yeah, there should be a motel soon, we can check out the history of the area in the morning,” Sam replied, hoping his brother would agree. He felt exhausted now that the initial adrenaline rush had left.

“Want me to drive?” Dean offered, walking back to the car.

“No, I’m fine; you’re the one with the bum arm.”

“Could still take you though,” Dean grinned, wanting to lighten the atmosphere. There was something creepy about this road, and the fact that a ghostly figure had pointed at his brother had all his instincts on alert, despite the fact that the danger seemed to be past.

“Keep deluding yourself,” Sam muttered but grinned back. He placed the camera and his gun in the back seat in case they needed it quickly and shut the trunk.

Dean slid into the passenger’s seat, placing the gun and EMF meter in the glove compartment. Sam got back in the driver’s side and started the car, putting it in drive.

He drove slowly past the point the ghost had appeared, and the brothers heard the low humming. Sam glanced at his brother and Dean sighed, opening the glove compartment again. The EMF meter was still on. Sam bit his lip to keep from smiling. It wasn’t often that Dean forgot things. Then his almost smile turned to a frown as he realized his brother must be hurting and distracted. The sooner Dean was able to rest the better. Sam drove faster as the sign “Milford-3 miles” went by.

The wind was gaining strength as the trees were swaying on the side of the road and Sam quickly glanced upwards through the windshield, noticing the sky was filled with clouds. They were in for some rain. He noticed with relief a neon sign blinking ahead, “Milford Motel-vacancies”.

The sleek black car passed a billboard that featured a nice looking house with a large green lawn. Underneath there was lettering. “Welcome to Milford, PA, a safe place to live. Population 1104.” The “4” had been X-ed out and a “2” spray painted in red beside it.

The hair on the back of Sam’s neck prickled and the EMF meter whined. The brothers shared a glance and Sam stopped the car. Cautiously Dean held the meter outside of his open window, but its warning whine had subsided back into a hum. Sam slowly backed the car up and the humming stopped. He drove forward past the billboard again and the meter started humming again.

“Freaky,” Dean repeated. “You know, maybe we should stay at the next town.”

Just then there was a loud clap of thunder and a flash of lightning. The wind was now whipping through the trees and it was obvious to the seasoned travelers that driving conditions were going to deteriorate quickly.

Sam looked ahead at vacancy sign on the motel and sighed. “We can salt the windows and door.”

“Goes without saying,” Dean agreed, and he took the gun back out of the glove compartment and held onto it.

Something felt familiar about this place, but Sam couldn’t put his finger on what it was. His family had been all over the country however and many places seemed similar, so he shook off the feeling as he pulled into the parking lot of the motel.

“Be right back,” he said as he hurried to the office, cold air blasting his hair back and battering at his jacket.

Inside it was warm and cozy, a television playing a sitcom in the corner of the office that the grizzled man behind the desk appeared to be watching. Kindly blue eyes turned to look at Sam as he approached the desk. The older man had gray hair and a beard to match and opened an ancient-looking ledger as Sam reached him.

“Looks like you just beat the storm in. Will you be wantin’ a room?”

“Yes please, two beds,” Sam replied, somehow feeling at ease.

“You got it. Forty-nine ninety-nine a night, cash or credit.”

Sam produced the latest credit card he and Dean had received and the man took it, pointing to the ledger. Sam obediently scribbled the name on the card on the line as the man ran it through the register. Satisfied, he returned the credit card and held out his hand.

“Name’s Roy Hanley. Need anythin’ don’t be afraid to ask, though pretty much what you see is what we got. Which ain’t much.” Roy smiled, showing off some missing teeth.

Sam smiled back, shaking his hand. “Thanks. Would you have a vending machine? I don’t think we’ll head into town tonight and my brother has a bottomless stomach.”

Roy pointed to a display case on the other side of the room from the television. It was filled with the kind of junk food Dean loved. Spotting peanut M and M’s Sam grinned and a few minutes later headed back to the car, keys and a bag in hand.

The cold wind was blowing hard and he was shivering when he reached the car and handed the items to his brother to hold as he drove to their room. He parked in front and grabbed a bag from the trunk then he and Dean entered the room, flicking on the light.

Dean swept the EMF meter that he still held around, but it was silent and he gave Sam an approving nod.

“I’ll get the stuff, you can start salting,” Sam said and his brother glared at him. Sam used his puppy look, glancing pointedly at Dean’s injured arm.

Dean gave a long-suffering sigh. “Fine.” Then he smirked. “Then I get first shower too. Hope you like cold water.”

Sam heard the first pattering of drops through the open door. “Looks like I won’t have a choice,” he muttered and quickly grabbed what they needed from the car before he could get soaked.

Dean already had the first bag open on the bed closest to the door and was pouring the salt across the windowsill of the one window. Sam shut the door and the room was suddenly quiet. He hadn’t realized how loud the wind was until he noticed its absence.

Sam looked around, but the motel room was similar to dozens that they had stayed in over the years. Two beds, night table, television, desk, two chairs, bathroom, and a vent in the wall. The room even had a tiny fridge. Nothing weird. He felt familiarity prickle at him again but decided he was just tired.

“I’ll bandage your arm again after your shower,” Sam said as he dropped his bag on the other bed and Dean rolled his eyes.

The older brother finished salting the doorway and stalked to his bag, pulling out clean boxers and sweatpants. He headed to the bathroom, muttering “mother hen me to death” under his breath as he passed Sam.

Sam chuckled and shrugged out of his jacket. Half an hour later, he and Dean were settled in their beds, Dean’s arm freshly bandaged and the TV on as a storm raged outside. Inside the room the heat was turned on and Dean was happily munching on the candy, Sam surfing on the laptop and periodically yawning. He was trying to find out about the town, but when he read the same line three times he realized he might as well give up for the night.

Sam shut the laptop down and Dean turned off the television. The window rattled from a blast of wind and then settled, the rain beginning to slow down.

“Think we’ll stay another night?” Sam asked sleepily as he shut the light and settled in his bed, feeling the comforting presence of the salt filled gun under his pillow.

“Depends on what’s going on with the road ghost,” Dean replied, settling his arm under his pillow to feel the hilt of his favorite knife, knowing another gun and the EMF meter lay within reach in the night table’s one drawer. The pain killers he’d taken at Sam’s insistence were doing their job and he allowed himself to close his eyes and rest.

“’Night Sammy,” he said.

Sam sighed and just replied, “’Night Dean.”

Soon the room was quiet except for some light snoring as the clouds outside began to clear.

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A short distance from the motel in a lone deserted house on the edge of town a door slammed with no one nearby to hear it. It opened and then slammed shut again. The wind had long since died down.


TBC

Still here? I have a feeling that this dragged somewhat, but hopefully it’ll pick up soon. Thanks for reading and have a good day :)

This story has my interest 100%! :clap

That update was just perfect! :D

~Melissa

Ahhh Winchester's domestic bliss. Hahahah



It was a great chapter Alisa,

Setting the scene but also having that air of something about to happen.



Suspense is an art form in itself and..........i think......


NO........ I know that you hit that spot.

THERE IS SOMETHING OUT THERE !!!!!!!!!!!!


Spine is chilling as we speak.

Steffs

Hi Alisa and yes you can call me Becky :D That was a great update....I don't think it was too long at all!!!! I can't wait to see what the ghost is going to do with Sammy, and Dean!!! I have feeling the ghost is going to try to keep the boys or least Sammy there for a while!!! I love this story so much...and the best part is I go to college in Scranton, PA...and that near Milford, PA!!!! Anyway I'm done with talking and going on, but again amazing update!!! Can't wait for more, and update soon. :D
-----Becky
:D

Ah! How could it take me so long to find this! My spies are not doing their jobs and there will be consequences! :bruce

This is freakin' brilliant, right here! Already, the suspense is getting to me! I'm intrigued to see what it is this ghost wants. :)

Aw, poor injured Dean. The pain is making him grumpy...he needs to take his happy pills... :D

And aw...Sammy's trying his best to take care of him...so sweet... :wub:

Update asap! :cheer

Great - creepy - suspenseful.
Favourite lines - "Mother hen me to death", "Branches moved by the wind swayed and seemed to dance, the wind whispering secrets only nature could decipher".

I loved that last line.

You inspire me, Alisa. :cloud9

Thank you. And thank you for sharing this. I feel it's going to be edge of seat stuff coming up.

Oh!Spooky :o
Very intriguing so far. Can't wait for more :)

indeed, storms are awesome and i'm glad that you included a particularly CREEPY on in your update, you certainly delivered on the promised creepy... :D

I don't think it dragged at all...in fact it simply peaked my interest even more...this is awesome hun. You keep painting this ever more intersting picture and I can't wait to see the whole thing. So not dragging a bit, just more and more interesting. Can't wait for more!

I particularly love the mystery here...you have a real art for it. Lots of love and well wishes,

Isa

Oi, woman! I updated - it's your turn!!!!

I'm waiting here - not getting any younger, you know.

Luna, get your mother to update!!!!

Wow Alisa, just found this story and absolutely loved the first two chapters, you have set the scene so well and the feeling that something is about to happen lingers so well in the background :) Like the fact that Sam has this feeling that something is familiar but can't quite put his finger on it :D And Dean starting the story with an injury puts them at a slight disadvantage, which you know we love as there will be angst and pain to come!!! :lol:

I know I've only just found this story but please update soon as it's been quite a few days since you posted the last chapter!!! Not that I'm impatient at all!!! -_-

Sarah

:cheer Yay...I finally got a few moments to read and scurried over to read this story...boy am I glad!

You are doing really well, building the tension while giving us the brotherly moments that we all love so well... :bow

I can't wait for your next update....you did say it would be soon right? :blink:




<_< Ok, so define soon...like any minute, that would be good





:huh: hmmmm, maybe she meant shortly...*taps foot looks at watch*








I'm still waiting!!!! :P











B)

:D I'M HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BOOOOOOOOOO LMAO AWESOME START, GLAD U TOLD ME U STARTED A STORY OVER HERE GIRL(MY EVIL PARTNER IN CRIME)LOL OK U KNOW THE DRILL, HE'S OURRRRRRRR SAMMY SOOOOOOO HURT HIM, MAKE HIM SICK , TORTURE HIM LMAO OK GETTING CARRIED AWAY HERE AWW JUST THE THOUGHTS GOING THRU MY MIND SIGHSSSSSSSS




LUVS LORRIE :evil

Alisa! :angry: What the hell?! You start a new story and don't tell me!!!

Why?! Why would you do that??!! :o

You're lucky I caught it in the beginning or I would've had to chop suey you! :bruce

I'm SO EXCITED! :D Yay! I really can't wait to see Sam's past hunt from his past and then him telling Dean about it!!! I'm so EXCITED!!! :skip

I love it so far! You always write the guys so well, and it's been dark out in the story, but I'm sure as soon as it's daylight I'll be seeing those colors again and I can't wait! That ghost was totally creepy pointing at Sam like that. And poor Dean with his hurt arm... :( But I love it, 'cuase that means that Sam'll be doing the 'taking care of'...ness for awhile and then he's got even further to fall when their roles swap, which I'm assuming they will 'cause it's you and I know you love Sam angst (but I'll read anyway, even if it's not). :D

I'm so excited!!! :woohoo

Cant wait to see what happens next
Update soon please :cheer

Hey everyone, thanks so much for all your wonderful reviews! Glad you like it so far, and hope you'll stick with me as we journey together through the slow chapters till we get to the good stuff :)

Melissa, hi and thanks for reading! Hope you like this one too :)

Steffs, lol, yep there is definitely something out there. Good thing we have two hunky heroes to defend us against it. :drool1 Thanks so much for your review and being a sounding board too :hug

Tears, don’t worry, Dean is doing better and all will be revealed in due course...just hope I don’t bore you all to death before I get there...and thanks so much for reading. (Hands your spy a cookie) :ph43r:

mizpah, awww :blush thanks. Well the feeling is mutual, your stories are amazing. Yep, we will get there...eventually...sigh.

Oceane, woot, glad you like! Here ya go :D

Storm_Lover13, definitely not as creepy this time, but thanks for reviewing and hope you like :)

Isa, thanks so much and the whole thing should be out by the last chapter...which won’t be for awhile. :lol: And lots of love and well wishes to you too! Hope you feel better soon, and I’m slowly getting caught up on yours-I’m not only the slowest updater in the East but also the slowest reader... ;)

Sarah, hi there! So glad you like it, and yep what kind of ghost story with the Winchesters would this be without a little angst and pain... but this chapter isn’t too bad, and here it is :D Thanks!

Raven, okay, here's the update! And aww, thanks ^_^ Um, but I was having fun chatting the other day instead of writing...lol :lol:

Hey Lorrie, isn’t poor Sam tortured enough in your story? :P No? Well don’t worry, angst just for you coming up, but it’s in a future chapter...hope you can hold on...and thanks for reviewing, I’m glad you like it :D

kyriebess, er oops? I kind of put the link in my siggy, I didn’t want to beat people’s brains with it, but I’m so happy you found it. I put some color in the chapter just for you, and wow, thanks! ^_^ Glad you like it so far, hope you can slog past this slow informational one. :unsure:

Usagy, here you go, and thanks for reviewing :)


Chapter 3


Dean moved uncomfortably in his sleep, images replaying themselves across his mind. Extended claws on the ends of long arms and red eyes set in a mask like face were coming at his brother. In his dream the spring heeled jack managed to swipe at Sam, his imagination filling in the blue and white flames leaping from the creature’s mouth to burn his brother.

“No!” he screamed in his mind, physically shifting in the bed, the pain flaring up in his arm making him grunt aloud. He reached instinctively for the knife with his left hand, the familiar hilt filling him with a sense of peace. His body settled; he saw himself shoving Sam out of the way and his brother shooting the creature the way things had actually gone down.

The scene changed to him ribbing his brother, and them entering a bar. The buxom blonde at the end of the bar smiled at him, and Dean happily delved deeper into sleep. Had he fully awakened, he would have heard rustlings from the other bed as Sam was having his own problems in his dreams.

Sam tossed and turned in his sleep, watching Dean get thrown into the tree over and over again, the creature springing forward on impossibly long legs, Dean’s arm getting impaled on the branch. He felt frozen to the spot he was standing on, unable to help his brother, unable to move. Finally he saw himself fire the gun and the creature go down. He sighed aloud in relief and slowly the forest in his dream turned into a road. The sky was dark and people were talking. It was familiar and yet seemed out of place. Voices that he somehow knew were murmuring as he found himself walking with a group of teens along the road.

They were laughing and drinking beers he knew they weren’t supposed to have. He was with them but not a part of them; somehow he had been invited along. Set back from the road was an old house, its windows cracked and a once pretty garden now wild and overgrown.

“Bet five dollars no one makes it overnight,” he clearly heard a youthful voice say, and then crackling laughter as the bet was taken.

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Sam shot up abruptly, blinking in the dim light streaming through the cracks in the drapes from the rising sun. He automatically looked at Dean, relaxing slightly when he saw his brother’s form sprawled out over his bed, arm under his pillow. Next he looked at the alarm clock on the night table, and was unsurprised to see it was only five thirty. He stretched, feeling muscles popping then got up and padded to the bathroom. A short while later, shaved and showered, he shrugged on his jacket and snagged the motel key, opening the door to a crisp blast of air. He looked back at his brother, but Dean was still asleep, so he quietly closed the door behind him as he went to the office in search of coffee.

As he walked he mused on the strange dream, little wisps of mist rising from the drying asphalt. Looking up Sam could see the sky, orange, pink and gold racing across the retreating clouds. A sparkle caught the corner of his eye, and he looked at the road just outside the parking lot. It seemed to glitter for a moment, and a flash of memory filled his mind; teens running and crying at night; and then he was blinking as the sun’s rising rays shone onto his eyes.

He shook his head. “I must be seeing things,” he thought. Definitely time for coffee. He entered the office and immediately smelled the heavenly aroma of caffeine brewing, spotting the pot on the corner of the desk.

“’Mornin’, you’re up early,” Roy Hanley looked up from his paper. “Coffee’ll be ready soon.”

“Great, I’d kill for a cup. Uh, not really,” Sam backpedaled.

The man merely smiled. “I know the feelin’.”

“So don’t you have someone else to come in for a shift?” Sam asked, leaning against the desk and making small talk while he waited for the hot beverage. The feeling of comfort was back, as though he were safe here.

“’Course there is, and usually I’m not on nights, but the boy wouldn’t drive the road in the rain. Can’t say as I blame him,” Roy shook his head.

“Oh?” Sam asked, interest piqued.

“Yeah, he lives across town. Been a lot of accidents lately, ‘specially at night. Mostly fender benders, but a few have been serious. Even a few deaths. Seein’ as I live here and own the place now, I told him I’d stay on and get Edna to come for the day. She’ll be here in a bit.” Roy finished then rose from his seat to pour the steaming coffee into two Styrofoam cups.

Sam began to feel that itchy tingly feeling that he got at the start of a case when information was beginning to come to light. Before he could ask Roy a question the man beat him to it.

“You need sugar or milk?”

“No thanks, black is fine,” Sam said, gratefully accepting the drink. At the moment he was more interested in keeping the conversation going.

Roy settled back down and Sam inhaled the coffee. While waiting for it to cool he tried not to sound too curious as he asked, “So do people know why there have been so many accidents? Any idea when it all started?”

The motel owner cocked his head, studying Sam intently for a moment. “Y’know, you look kinda familiar. Ever been in these parts before?”

Sam shrugged, wondering how the man had turned the conversation around so quickly. “I might have, my family did a lot of traveling when I was younger. You know, sight seeing,” he said. He failed to mention that the sights included things that normal travelers would never have imagined, let alone gone deliberately to see.

“Hmm. Well to answer your questions, a few years back there was a terrible accident. Young woman was driving at night in a storm to get back to her house by mornin’. Road takes several sharp turns at the end of town, and she must not have been payin’ enough attention. Drove right off the road into a ditch, car overturned and she drowned. Hit her head and the window was open. Was rainin’ pretty heavy. Anyways, a few days after they recovered the body folks could swear they saw a white mist on the road ‘bout where she died. That’s when the accidents started happenin’, though it didn’t get real bad till recently.”

A gust of air heralded the door opening to a short middle aged woman with red hair. She bustled in and smiled at Sam as she went around the desk and nodded at Roy.

“Good morning. Some storm last night, huh? Got some bagels. You’re new, kinda tall, aint’cha? I’m Edna” the woman said, looking Sam up and down.

“Uh hello,” Sam replied.

She held out a hand and he took it, bemused.

“He came in just before the storm with his brother. Was just tellin’ him the local legend,” Roy said.

Edna shook her head. “Don’t you pay him no mind. He’s always going on with these tall tales. You want a bagel?”

“Sure, thanks,” Sam replied, taking an extra one for Dean. Dean! He realized he’d better get back to the room before his brother woke up.

Pouring a coffee for his sibling he said, “Actually my brother and I are kind of fascinated by tall tales. We’re taking a road trip and I’d be interested in hearing more about the local stories.”

“Well stop by later, unless you’re leaving today?” Roy asked.

“No, I think we need a break and will stay a few nights. Thanks for the bagels,” Sam said, smiling at Edna.

“Looks like you can use some food. My sister Louise runs the diner in town, you be sure to tell her I sent ya and she’ll make sure you get a home cooked meal,” she replied. “Here, I bought some extra, take this other bag.”

“Thanks,” Sam said. Hiding a sigh at the maternal instinct he seemed to sometimes unwittingly provoke, he graciously accepted the bag from the woman and added the two other bagels to it before he hurried out the door. There was more he had wanted to ask, but he felt it was time to get back to the motel room.

As he walked back he pondered the discrepancy between the male apparition he’d seen in the road and the girl who had presumably become a ghost. This definitely called for more research; perhaps the man had been one of the accident fatalities?

He prepared to shift the extra coffee so he could open his room’s door when it seemed to open by itself. Before he could even react a tanned arm shot out and grabbed the cup.

“What took you so long?” Dean asked as Sam walked into the room.

“I was getting some information. There’s definitely something going on with this town. I think there’s more than one ghost,” Sam replied, surreptitiously taking a look at his brother. Dean had already showered and changed the bandage on his arm, and seemed to be in good spirits.

Sam relaxed as he filled Dean in on what he’d learned.

Dean nodded and chewed on a bagel as he relaxed as well. Waking up and finding Sam not in the other bed had immediately raised alarm bells, before he’d looked into the parking lot and seen the Impala and figured his brother had gone for coffee. He was ready to walk out of the room in record time however when he’d seen Sam walking back. The ghost pointing at his brother had shaken him, and he decided that he wasn’t going to let Sam out of his sight again while they were in this apparently haunted town.

TBC

Thanks for reading, and the ghost story was actually something I read that I modified that was apparently true, from a book called “Weird Hauntings” by the authors of “Weird U.S.”

:drink not as creepy? are you kidding me?! they just seem to keep getting creepier! I look foreword to seeing how this story plays out so please update often and keep up the good work!

Gosh I love your stories... :wub:

And thanks for all the colors! Blue and white flames, pink, orange, and gold sunrises...so cool! Yay for seeing in color. Also heard Sam's bones "pop" as you put it, when he woke up...thanks. :P

Btw, totally cracked up with the: "You’re new, kinda tall, aint’cha?" Yeah... I have to say, if I walked into work and saw Sam standing there, I think my words would most likely be: :thud

Awesome start! Loved the background info. although I have no idea what's going on...I'll just take that as evil revenge on your part. :P

Update soon!!!

Boring my A.......

Its not boring, you set the scene perfectly lul us into a sense of security, Dean dreaming fairly normal dreams, Sam, coffee, chat, bagels (Love bagels). Hey your up


THEN

WHAM

GHOST!! GHOST!!! POINTING............................

I'm like where the Hell did that come from. It sent a real shiver down my spine.


Alisa stop thinking your writing is ............... Belive me when I say you are good.

Loving it

Steffs

Hey great update!!!!! I can't wait to see what the boys found out about the ghost, and what that one ghost is going to do with Sammy!!!!!! Update soon!!! I'm loving this story!!!!!
-----Becky
:D

Great update - really great. :woohoo
(I love that little purple bloke)

Mate, you shouldn't worry so much about your writing - that certainly wasn't boring.

Loved the line "Hiding a sigh at the maternal instinct he seemed to sometimes unwittingly provoke, he graciously accepted the bag from the woman and added the two other bagels to it ".
I'd certainly not have a problem feeling all maternal over the kid. :cloud9

Scaramouche says hi to Luna, and advises that the best way to really get Mum moving is the old head-butt to the knee cap. Not as effective as dropping a live grasshopper on Mum's pillow when she's having an afternoon nap, but the reaction is not quite as life-threatening, either. :lol:

The clock's ticking, Alisa - when's the next update?

That was a great update Alisa :)
So intriguing, can't wait to know more about those ghosts :)

Aw, Dean being over protective again!

And, you know, he says he's never letting Sam out of his sight...but he's said that before...DAMN IT, DEAN! WATCH YOUR BROTHER!

And bore me? Girl, that's impossible! A ) You're writing is far too fantastic. B ) I have such a short attention span that it's quite impossible for me to be bored. You see...

:blink: Ooooo...shiny...

:skip Lalalalalala....

LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT

CANT WAIT FOR MORE

MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE

PLEASE :cheer

:o Wow...great update...loved the way you are building the tension...and more than one ghost??

<_< Come on...isn't one enough???


LOL Well, I guess the boys will be able to handle it..right?? :blink:


Now since you and I are not chatting...that means you're writing the next chapter...and I can expect an udpate again real soon! :wub:

:unsure: pees??

Hey Alisa,
I noticed the change in your sig line and finally checked it out.
This is a great story, lots of atmosphere that comes across marvelously
in your writing, both the suspenseful, gothic ghost vibe and the
great brother bits, too.
I'm trying to figure out why Sam remembers (well, sort of remembers)
this place and Dean doesn't. You said a group of teenagers, well,
Sam was a teen his first 2 years at Stanford, is this something
that happened on a spring break trip?
And now you've added at least 2 ghosts to the mix. Hmmmmmmm
Update soon, please!
Kazy

Yea! An update! And a good one too. I really liked the way you used all the descriptive colors. You're such a good writer! ;)

update soon.

~Melissa

p.s. Thanks for replying to the pm B)

Hmmmmm...*checks watch* I would have thought by now I'd have a million updates to read...

Oh, I forgot, you're one of those funny ones like me that likes to drag stories out...yay us...we rock... :D

Jk girl. I loved it! Yeah, Dean's gonna be on Sam like Divine on dog dookie after the ghost pointed....

Oh crap, can't think. I'm in 'fast reply' right now...and Melissa's siggy is distracting me...Jensen...and that smile... :drool2

Well there goes my coherency. Great work Alisa, looks like this is going to be an awesome one yet again. Its funny, cuz when I started reading the update, it dawned on me that you have a thing for making Dean dream bad juju about Sam. :) And kids will do anything for $5. That's awesome. I wonder how that ties in with the chick and the pointing man.

Ha! :lol: That smile is pretty distracting ain't it?

~Melissa