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Tougher Than the Rest (8/15)

Title: Tougher Than the Rest
Chapter Title: Spirit in the Night
Wordcount: 1,009 this chapter
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean, OMC with appearances by Castiel and Crowley (in later chapters)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: It's set in the second half of season 6.
Disclaimer: If you recognize the character, it's not mine
Summary: Sam and Dean are checking out a mysterious death on the Jersey Shore. After a long day of research, all Dean wants to do is put up his feet and relax with the TV. The two men waiting in their motel room put an end to that.
A/N: This is a sequel to my first SPN fic In Spite of All the Danger The setting is the Jersey Shore, where I lived for 9 years (1978-1987). My sister coquillagement still lives there and helped me out in a few spots. The wonderful msninacat heard my plea for a beta and jumped right in. Thanks ever so!

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Dean aimed his shotgun at the door as Sam unlocked it and opened it slowly. Everything was as they had left it earlier. “’Kay, Sammy, do what you have to. I do not want to die as chum.”

“You think I want you to?” Sam pulled candles and herbs from the bag.

“You’ve done this before, right?”

“I told you yes, in Providence with the priest.”

“Right, the one who was targeting sinners and wanted you to kill for him.”

“But the summoning worked.”

“Will it bring the shark too?” He’d already died once as a chew toy and that was more than enough.

“If he’s the one controlling the shark, binding him should bind it.”

Dean tossed Sam his phone. “Open channel.”

Sam dialed his own phone. “Just setting up now. I’m putting you one speaker.”

“I’ve done the same here,” came Alan’s voice. “You have done this before, right?”

Dean snickered at Sam’s face.

“Yes, I have,” Sam responded tersely. “I thought you read the books.”

They could hear Ryan in the background.

“Ah, okay. Ryan’s reminded me of the hunt.”

Sam set the phone on the floor and set up for the ritual. Dean watched as Sam spread out the cloth with the symbols already on it. Sam then put a bowl with fresh herbs in the center alternated black and white candles around the outside. At least they weren’t using a Spongebob placemat this time. He really hoped Sam’s plan would work. The summoning was only the first part.

Sam began. “Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus…

Dean put himself on ultra-high alert as he felt a tingle in the air. No need for an EMF here.

…te oramus nobiscum colloquere aput nos circita.” Sam dropped a pinch of frankincense onto the flame of one of the black candles where they exploded with a puff before the smoke trailed off.

Nothing happened but he still held his gun. After a couple of minutes, maybe not even that long, a wind picked up to near tornado force and Dean had to shield his eyes with his free hand. Sam stayed on the floor, head tucked into his chest.

When the wind died down, Dean lowered his hand. “Sammy, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He stood and both brothers got their first look at the spirit.

It was clearly Charles Bruder as they had seen in the photograph. The fact that there was just wispy ether below the waist helped. The look on his face was more one of hurt than anger. “Wer sind Sie? Was haben Sie getan?

Dean looked at Sam. They hadn’t taken into account that the guy wouldn’t speak English.

Sprechen Sie Englisch?

Of course Geek Boy did.

“Yes, I speak English. Why am I here?”

“You should know,” said Dean. “You’ve been attacking people in this hotel. The last one was in this room. He died.”

The spirit had the decency to look guilty but didn’t deny it. “I had no control,” he explained. “It was if I had to do it.” He seemed to struggle for words.

“You felt like someone was forcing you,” Sam supplied.

“Yes, that is it. I was made to do so against my will. Believe me, I did not want to hurt those people.”

Dean merely grunted. This was Sam’s show.

“Charles, it’s been almost 100 years, why haven’t you crossed over? What is holding you here?”

“Sam.”

“You can’t blame the people at the hotel. You knew there was a shark warning and you went out past the safety lines.”

The wind began to blow again. What was Sam doing, pissing off a spirit?

“Employees and guests took up a collection for your mother.”

At the mention of the mother, the wind hit gale strength. He heard distant voices and thought he was going deaf from the wind. He then saw the phone whip across the room and he made a grab for it, but it smashed into the wall.

“You said you were being forced to do those things!” Sam shouted above the wind. “She probably tells you that she’s your mother, but that’s not true! You aren’t one of her children, she has no power over you! You can let go of all this, Charles! You can go be with your real mother! She’s there waiting for you!”

The wind stilled and bits of debris floated to the floor. Dean lowered the arm that had been protecting his eyes and looked at the ghost. It almost seemed as if Charles was crying. Sam’s theory was working.

“I know you miss your mother,” Sam was saying. “I miss my mom too. That’s why Eve was able to make you do those things. So long without your mother, you wanted to please her. You don’t have to do that anymore. Just let go.”

“I’m afraid.”

A scared ghost. That was something new. “What are you afraid of?”

“That she’ll be mad I made her wait. That she won’t love me.”

“I did some stupid stuff as a kid and my mom would be mad but it never lasted long. A mother never stops loving her kids.” He recalled the spirit of their mom in Lawrence.

“I remember one time I was out playing where I shouldn’t. When Mother found out, she scolded me because I could have been hurt and then hugged me because I wasn’t.”

“Hold onto that feeling, that memory.”

A smiled crossed Charles’ face that was so serene it reminded Dean of paintings of saints. The aura around Charles glowed brighter and then broke into little separate bits of light before fading away.

“Wow, that was intense.” Dean looked at Sam. “Good job with the mother bit.”

“It made sense, taking Eve into account. She had to have some sort of hold on him.” Sam made sure the wicks were dead before picking up the candles and the mat.

Dean went over and picked up the remnants of the phone. “Right. Let’s meet up with the others and go.”


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