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Chapter 2

Dean pressed the heels of his hands to either side of his head as he sat up. What was going on? He'd never been afraid of a ghost before. Any other time, he'd probably gag, shoot her, and be done with it. But this one scared him. He felt his heart racing and could hear the blood pounding in his ears.

"Dean?" John said.

Dean stood up and ran inside. "Sammy? Sam! Sam, I need your help, where the Hell are you?" Sam ran down the stairs.

"Why, what's wrong?"

"Okay, you're the smart one. You know diseases, right?"

"Most of them, yeah."

"Okay, good. I'm gonna throw a bunch of symptoms together, tell me what you think's going on." He started pacing madly. "Uh, anxiety, dizzy, hallucinations, and, uh, paranoia. Got all that? Help me, Sam."

Sam sighed, thinking. "Okay, just on a list of five, it could be Labyrinthitis, uh, epilepsy, panic attack, hyperventilation, or... you could be Schizoprenic. Why?"

Dean just looked confused. "I only know what epilepsy, panic attacks, hyperventilation, and Schizophrenia are, genius. What the Hell's Labyrinth... whatever you said."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Labyrinthitis is an inflammation of the inner ear, Dean. Your labyrinth is deep in your ear. Labyrinthitis is usually a viral infection. Got all that?"


"Now, why'd you wanna know?"

Dean sighed. "I saw a ghost."

"Wow. Call 911, we have an emergency," Sam said sarcastically.

"No! Sam, I'm serious. Usually I only see a ghost if I go hunting for them. I didn't this time, it was just there! Her head was falling off, and she was trying to talk, and then she tackled me."

Sam crossed his arms. "Dean, did you ever stop to think that maybe she died out there, and she's stuck?"

"That could be true, but why would she single me out?"

"I don't know. Maybe you look like the person that killed her? Dean, the point is, the chances of a ghost singling you out just to be singling you out is slim to none."

"But you admit there is a chance," Dean pointed out.

"I also said it's highly unlikely."

"I don't care. At least now I have something to go on."

Sam sighed and walked upstairs. Dean shrugged and walked out onto the porch. John and Alec were talking next to the Impala. They stopped when they saw Dean. Alec tilted her head down and walked over to Dean, pressing her hand to his chest.

"Dean, John and I are worried about you. We didn't see anything. I think you should go lie down, so I'm gonna go home. Give me a call when you're feeling better."

"I swear, Alec, I'm not insane."

"I don't think you are. I think you're stressed."

"I'm not stressed, either, Alec, I'm fine! Freaked, but fine."

"Dean, it's not a matter of whether you're fine or not. It's more--"

Before she could finish her sentence, Dean was thrown into the wall at the end of the hallway by the ghost from before. She scratched and clawed through denim and flesh, and Dean yelled in pain. John rushed in with a sawed-off shotgun and Sam sprinted down the stairs.

"Dean, where is she?!" John shouted.

Dean's head snapped to the right, and four deep claw-marks appeared across his cheek. John pulled the trigger and the ghost disappeared. Alec and Sam reached him at the same time. They helped him get his ruined jacket and shredded t-shirt off to inspect the damage as John reappeared with the first aid kit.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you, Dean," Alec cried.

Dean grimaced and bit his lip as John pressed a cloth dipped in alcohol to his torn skin. His whole body was in pain and he pressed his hand to the bloody side of his face. He couldn't force anything in the form of words to come out of his mouth, so he just nodded. Sam moved his hand out of the way and wiped the blood off his skin. Dean shook his head.

"Dean, it's gonna get infected if you don't let us do something about it."

Dean sighed. "I'm gonna go get a shower."

Alec leaned against the wall and wrapped her arms around her knees, panicking. Dean turned to her.

"Al? What's wrong?"

"You could've died. I'm just realizing this. Thank God for sawed-offs," she tried to joke.

Dean kissed the side of her head. "I'm okay, Alec. Don't worry."

She nodded.

"I'll be back in ten minutes, okay?"

She nodded again and he walked up the stairs, constantly looking around.

He turned the water on as hot as it would go and climbed in. He turned so that his back was facing the shower-head and let the water pound on his skin. He sighed and looked down at the deep marks in his chest. He gritted his teeth and growled deep in his chest. He was determined to get rid of this if it was the last thing he ever did.

A/N I was gonna write more, but I'll just stop here. Please review.