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Vengeful Spirit
Part One
by Kim Jackson

Summary: David Lash has returned to claim what he believes should have been his, the life of Blair Sandburg, and he's using Jim's body to do it. To get Jim back and stop Lash, Blair will need the help of two supernatural experts, Sam and Dean Winchester. Major spoilers for Cypher. Crossover with Supernatural.

Disclaimer: All characters of Supernatural and The Sentinel don’t belong to me.

Detective Jim Ellison was driving down the street toward home. He had just left the station after a long shift. It was late at night, and he was bone tired. The only thing on his mind was a nice warm bed. It was not meant to be, however, as a call came over the radio from dispatch.
 
“All units in the area of 5th and Western. There has been a report of disturbances at the warehouse near Alfred’s Pond.”
 
Jim sighed. He could ignore it. He could let someone else handle it while he went home to bed. But he was near enough to check it out, and he wasn’t one to ignore calls from dispatch. Although he wasn’t looking forward to going back to that warehouse. That was the warehouse where serial killer, David Lash, took his victims, where he took Jim’s partner and friend. It was also where Jim had shot him dead.
 
Jim reached reluctantly for the radio receiver. “Dispatch, this is Detective Jim Ellison. I’m in that area. I’ll check it out.”
 
“10-4, Detective.”
 
Putting the receiver back in place, Jim took a quick left turn and headed toward the warehouse district. Hopefully, it wasn’t something too serious, and he could get home at a decent hour. He thought about calling Sandburg to let him know that he was going to be a little late but decided not to. If it took longer than he hoped, then he’d call.
 
Jim pulled up in front of the warehouse and killed the engine. Making sure his gun was in place, he got out of the truck. This place had become a popular hangout for the local kids. It was rumored to be haunted apparently, so it probably was just some kids fooling around, but as a police officer, he had learned to be prepared for anything.
 
His gun in one hand, he entered the building carefully. Turning up his hearing, he could hear three heartbeats upstairs. Keeping an eye out for anything suspicious, he carefully walked up the stairs. The stairs weren’t exactly sturdy, and the last thing he needed was to fall through.
 
When he reached the top, he could make out laughter. He sighed and, shaking his head, put his gun back in his holster. Yep, it was just a bunch of kids. He walked into the room where the voices were coming from. There were three teenagers, two boys and girl. None of them had noticed his entrance.
 
“Hey,” he said forcefully.
 
All three of them jumped as they spun around. They sighed when they saw Jim.
 
“Jeez Mister. You scared the shit out of us,” one of the boys said.
 
“Uh huh. Police,” Jim said, holding up his badge and beckoning them forward with a finger. “Come on. Let’s go.”
 
The three teenagers looked at each other guiltily before following Jim out of the room.
 
“We weren’t doing anything illegal, officer. Honest,” the girl said as they carefully made their way down the steps.
 
“Yeah, we just wanted to find out if the rumors were true,” the first boy said.
 
“Uh huh, and what rumors would that be?” Jim asked even though he had a pretty good idea.
 
“Well, you know. This place is supposedly haunted,” the second boy answered as they stepped out into the cold night.
 
“Yeah, we heard that some guy was killed here. A serial killer shot dead by the police,” the first boy explained.
 
Jim turned to face them. “Yeah, I know that already. Nevertheless, this place is dangerous. You could have gotten hurt or worse. Now, I don’t want to see you here again or it’ll be a weekend in jail. You get me?”
 
“Yes sir,” they said in subdued tones.
 
“Good. Now go home.”
 
The three kids ran off into the night. Jim sighed, shaking his head as he ran his hand through his short hair. Kids. Always looking for excitement and adventure. He started walking toward his truck but stopped when he heard a disembodied voice whisper in his ear.
 
“Ellison.”
 
Jim spun around but there was no one there. Confused, he dialed up his senses. He could have sworn that whisper had been right in his ear as if the person who spoke had been standing right behind him, but there was no one. He couldn’t hear any footsteps. He didn’t see any movement. Shaking his head, he was about to turn back toward his truck when he heard it again.
 
“Ellison.” The voice spoke slowly as if taunting him, and it was coming from the warehouse.
 
Pulling out his gun, he walked toward the warehouse to check it out even though his instincts were telling him to ignore it and just leave. He walked inside and was immediately hit with a blast of cold air that went right down to the bone. He shivered. When did it get so cold? It hadn’t been that cold a minute ago. It was colder inside than it was outside. It was so cold he could see his breath. Something was very wrong here.
 
“Ellison.” The voice was right behind him again.
 
He spun around and his eyes widened. He screamed.

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Two Weeks Later
 
Blair jerked awake with a strangled gasp. He sighed and sat up, running a hand through his hair. Another nightmare. He’d been having nightmares for the last couple of weeks, nightmares filled with images that he thought he had gotten past. He wished Jim was here.
 
But Jim wasn’t here. He had been missing the last two weeks, and no one seemed to know what had happened to him. He had left the station to return home, but he never made it. Blair had been a wreck ever since it happened. There were no clues, no leads, no witnesses, nothing. It was like Jim Ellison had just vanished into thin air.
 
And on top of that, there had been a series of killings over the past two weeks as well, that started coincidentally right around the time that Jim disappeared. The killings were the same MO as David Lash, the serial killer who had drowned his victims, dumped them in their bathtubs, and then assumed their identities. There had been three copycat killings so far, and Major Crimes was stretched pretty thin trying to solve this case and find their missing detective. They hadn’t had any luck with either.
 
Blair’s nightmares had started just after the first body was found. It brought back all those memories of being held captive by the psychopath and nearly becoming his next victim. Now he was have the same nightmares he’d been having after it was all over that first time. Only that time, Jim had been there to comfort him and help him through it.
 
Blair pushed his blankets aside and got up from the bed, glancing at the clock as he did. It was 6:00 a.m., not too bad. It was later than he’d been waking up lately. He went to take a shower and get ready to head over to Rainier. He’d been going to the university early in the mornings for the past week rather than try to go back to sleep. He’d work at the university for a few hours and then head over to the station to see if there had been any leads as to the whereabouts of Jim.

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Meanwhile in Seattle, Washington
 
Sam Winchester woke up with a sudden splitting headache. With an inarticulate cry, he put a hand to his head as images flooded his brain. His brother, Dean, sat upright in the bed next to Sam’s at his brother’s cry of pain. Once he realized Sam was having another one of his visions, he was off the bed and at Sam’s side in an instant.
 
“Sam?” Dean said worriedly, placing a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Sammy?”
 
Sam didn’t respond and Dean sat down on the bed to wait out the vision. He always hated these visions. They always caused his brother pain during and after. After a few moments, Sam’s body relaxed, and his eyes fluttered open.
 
“Hey, Sam. You back with me?” Dean asked.
 
Putting a hand to his aching head, Sam nodded.
 
“So what did you see this time?”
 
Sam sighed as he slowly sat up. “I saw a guy being attacked.”
 
“Attacked by what?” Dean asked.
 
“Not by what. By whom.”
 
“What?”
 
“It was just a regular guy, Dean.”
 
“Are you sure it wasn’t a ghost, a zombie, a demon, something?”
 
Sam shook his head, which he quickly remembered was a bad idea as his headache worsened. Hiding a grimace, he said, “No, it was just a guy.”
 
Dean rolled his eyes. “No offense, Sammy, but this doesn’t sound like our kind of gig.”
 
“It’s Sam. And I know, but I had this vision for a reason. We can’t just let the guy die. Besides, one of them could be a psychic like me.”
 
Dean sighed. “Alright. So where are we going?”
 
“852 Prospect Avenue Apt. 307, Cascade, WA.”
 
“Cascade. That’s just a couple of hours from here. Alright. We’ll leave in a few hours,” Dean said, getting up from Sam’s bed and crawling into his own.
 
“Now, Dean,” Sam said.
 
“What?”
 
“We go now.”
 
“Dude, it’s 6:00 in the morning,” Dean said indignantly.
 
“You know I’m not going to be able to sleep after this. Besides, I’m not sure when this is going to happen. The sooner we get there the better.”
 
“Oh jeez,” Dean grumbled as he pushed the blankets aside and got out of bed. “You and your freaky visions. Can I at least have a shower first?”
 
“Sure, be my guest,” Sam said with a grin.
 
“Bitch.”
 
“Jerk.”
 
After the bathroom door shut, Sam got up and went to his duffel. He pulled out a bottle of aspirin and dry swallowed two pills. Then he grabbed his laptop and brought it over to the table to do a little research on the city of Cascade, see if there was anything strange going on. By the time the shower turned off, he had found plenty.
 
Dean came out of the bathroom towel-drying his hair. “Your turn, geek-boy.”
 
“In a minute. Come here. Check this out,” Sam said, not taking his eyes off the laptop screen.
 
“Did you find something?” Dean asked as he sat down in the chair next to his brother.
 
“Yeah, apparently, there’s a serial killer loose in Cascade. The killer’s MO matches that of a serial killer, David Lash, who was shot and killed in Cascade two years ago.”
 
“So it’s either a copycat or a spirit,” Dean said.
 
“Yeah, and I’m leaning more toward spirit.”
 
“What gives you that idea?”
 
“Well, the warehouse where this guy was killed has become a supernatural hotspot over the past two years. There have been reports of strange noises, disembodied voices, and screams coming from inside. There have also been sightings of apparitions. We might even be dealing with multiple ghosts since this is where he killed all his victims.”
 
“Great. So we have our work cut out for us,” Dean said. “Go take your shower and we’ll head on over there.”

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A couple of hours later, the brothers arrived in Cascade, Washington. They quickly checked into a cheap motel and then proceeded to the address Sam had gotten from his vision. Parking the Impala in front of 852 Prospect, they went up to the third floor where they found Apt. 307.
 
“Are you sure this is it?” Dean asked as they walked to the door marked 307.
 
“Yeah, positive,” Sam replied.
 
With that, Dean knocked on the door.
 
“Dean, have you thought about what we’re going to tell this guy?” Sam asked.
 
“Nope,” Dean answered as he knocked again.
 
They heard no movement inside. It didn’t look like anyone was home.
 
The door to 305 opened and a graying woman poked her head out. “Can I help you boys with something?” she asked.
 
“Yeah, do you know if anyone is home?” Sam asked, indicating the door to 307.
 
“Who are you looking for? Jim or Blair?” she asked.
 
Sam and Dean looked at each other.
 
“Either,” Sam replied. “See we’re old friends of theirs. We just got into town and we thought we’d surprise them.”
 
The woman looked sympathetic. “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Jim’s been missing for the past two weeks.”
 
The brothers glanced at each other again, their eyebrows raised.
 
“Poor Blair has been a mess ever since,” the woman continued.
 
“Do you know where we might be able to find him?” Dean asked.
 
“These days he’s usually either at the university or the police station.”
 
“And which university would that be?” Dean inquired.
 
“Why Rainier of course,” the woman replied as if the answer should have been obvious.
 
“Right. Of course. How could I forget?”
 
“Thanks for your help,” Sam said with a smile, pushing his brother down the hallway.
 
They exited the building and got into the car.
 
“So we have a choice: the university or the police station,” Sam said, knowing full well what Dean’s answer would be.
 
“Dude, I don’t know about you, but I vote for the university first. I’ve seen enough of police stations.”
 
Sam shrugged. “Sounds good to me.” He didn’t blame Dean for his aversion to cops. Being wanted by the police and the FBI tended to do that to a person.
 
They arrived at the university twenty minutes later. They asked around campus and found out that Blair is Professor Blair Sandburg, grad student in anthropology and a TA. They also found out that he was working on his doctorate and worked pretty closely with his thesis subject, the Cascade Police Department. They also got directions to Sandburg’s office in Hargrove Hall.
 
People were very talkative about Blair Sandburg, Sam noticed, especially the girls. Sam had smiled while he listened to the girls talk about Sandburg. They all seemed to have a crush on the young professor, students and TAs alike. The guy was starting to remind him of Dean a little bit. And from what everyone was saying about him, he seemed like a decent guy. Sam hoped that they would be able to help him.
 
As they were walking down the hall, following the directions they’d been given, they saw a long-haired man just walking out of a door marked “Storage” and under that was a piece of paper taped to the door that read “Blair Sandburg”.
 
Sam stopped and grabbed his brother’s arm. “Dean, that’s him.”
 
“Are you sure?” Dean asked.
 
“Yeah.”
 
They approached the man as he was locking the door to his office.
 
“Excuse me,” Dean said.
 
The man turned around, and they were surprised at his appearance. He was pale with dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.
 
“Uh, are you ok?” Sam asked.
 
The man blinked at Sam as if trying to focus his eyes. “Yeah, why?”
 
“Well, no offense, man, but you look terrible,” Dean said.
 
“Oh, yeah. Well, I haven’t been sleeping well lately. What can I do for you guys?”
 
“Are you Blair Sandburg?” Sam asked.
 
“Yeah, that’s me.”
 
“Hi, I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean. We’re kind of new here, and we were thinking about taking your Anthropology class. We were wondering if maybe you could tell us a little about it.”
 
“Oh sure.” He unlocked the door to his office and opened it. “Just go on into my office. I need to make a quick phone call and I’ll be right in. Make yourselves comfortable.”
 
Once alone, the brothers started looking around the office. It was rather cluttered with files and papers stacked on the desk and chairs and covering every available surface.
 
“Tell me again why we’re in here,” Dean said as he picked up a clay pot with symbols written all over it from a nearby shelf. “I mean we already know that this is the guy from your vision.”
 
“Yeah, but now we need to find out who is going to attack him,” Sam said as he went around behind the desk.
 
“And you think we’re going to find something in here?” Dean asked skeptically.
 
“I don’t know, Dean. Maybe,” Sam said, getting a little annoyed. “And would you stop playing with that? You’re going to break it.”
 
“Yes Mom,” Dean grumbled as he put the pot back on the shelf.
 
Sam shook his head as he looked down at the desk. Sometimes his brother could really get on his nerves. He was about to move over to the shelves when a framed picture sitting in the corner of the desk caught his eye.
 
“Dean, come here,” he said as he picked up the picture.
 
Dean came over and looked at the picture in his brother’s hands. It was of Blair and another guy. The other man was taller than Blair with a muscular build, pale blue eyes, and a military style haircut. They had their arms over each other’s shoulders and were smiling at the camera.
 
“This is him. This is the guy that’s going to attack Blair,” Sam said, pointing at the other guy in the picture.
 
Dean took the picture from Sam’s hands. “Are you sure, Sam? I mean they look like friends in this picture.”
 
“I’m sure.”
 
“Ok, so what would cause this guy to attack Sandburg?” Dean asked.
 
Sam sighed as he rubbed his face with his hand. “I don’t know. Possession, a spell, a curse, something.”
 
Dean looked down at the picture again. “I wonder who he is.”
 
“His name is Jim.”
 
Both men jumped and Dean quickly put the picture back on the desk as they turned around. Blair was standing in the doorway. They hadn’t even heard him come in.
 
“Jesus Christ, dude. You scared the crap out of us,” Dean said.
 
Blair smiled a little. “Sorry. I’ve become adept at moving silently.”
 
Sam and Dean looked at each other with puzzled expressions as Blair made his way into the room and over to his desk. He picked up the picture and stared at it, his face a mask of worry and fear.
 
“Who is he?” Sam asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
 
“Detective Jim Ellison,” Blair answered, still staring at the picture.
 
Dean glanced at Sam, and Sam knew exactly what his brother was thinking. The guy’s a cop. This could complicate things a bit.
 
“Best detective in the Major Crimes Unit,” Blair continued, “and my best friend.” He put the picture back down on the desk carefully. “He’s been missing for the past two weeks, and no one seems to know what happened to him. He just left the station one day and that was it.”
 
“Do you know where he was going when he left the station?” Dean asked.
 
“He was supposed to be coming home, but Simon, uh, Jim’s captain, told me that he took a call about some disturbances at some warehouse. He wouldn’t tell me which one. But that was the last anyone heard from him.”
 
“I’m sorry,” Sam said sympathetically. “You two must have been close.”
 
“Like brothers,” Blair muttered his eyes bright. He wiped the moisture from his eyes and tried to smile but it came out as more of a grimace. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this. I shouldn’t be bothering you with my problems. So you wanted to talk to me about my class?”
 
Sam glanced at Dean. He felt sympathetic toward this man. He obviously cared about his friend very much. Sam knew how he felt. He didn’t know what he’d do if Dean ever vanished on him. Jim and Blair may not be real brothers, but from the way Blair talked about Jim, Sam could tell they were as close as they could get.
 
Sam stood up. “Actually, we should be going.”
 
Blair looked confused. “What? But I thought…”
 
“Look, you’re worried about your friend. You were obviously on your way out when we got here. We don’t need to take up anymore of your time.”
 
“But it’s no trouble.”
 
“It’s not like it’s an urgent matter or anything. We’ll come back when you’re…more focused.”
 
Blair lowered his eyes and nodded. “You’re right. I really should get to the station.”
 
“It was nice meeting you, Blair,” Sam said.
 
The brothers left the office and went to their car. Dean got in the driver’s seat and Sam the passengers.
 
“So, Ellison went to a warehouse before he disappeared,” Dean said. “How much do you want to bet it was the same warehouse where that serial killer was killed?”
 
“So you’re thinking possession?” Sam asked.
 
“It’s starting to look that way. We’ll go check out the warehouse and see if the ghost is still there. If it’s not, then we’ll know for sure.”
 
“Alright, but we have to return to Blair tonight. I don’t know when my vision is going to happen, but I do know it takes place at night.”
 
Dean nodded as he started the Impala and drove out of the parking lot.

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The being formerly known as David Lash who now inhabited the body of Jim Ellison watched as the brothers left Blair’s office. He followed at a great distance as they went out to the parking lot and got into a black ’67 Impala.
 
He enjoyed inhabiting this body very much. He always wondered how Ellison was able to find him so quickly, and now he knew. Ellison seemed to have superior senses, and now so did Lash. He could hear and see everything that was going on in that car from all the way across campus. And he didn’t like what he was hearing.
 
Hunters. He sneered. He hated hunters. A hunter had tried to get rid of him a year ago, but Lash had taken care of that guy before he could do anything. He had already made sure that no hunter could destroy him this time either, but now it appeared that they were watching over Blair. He would have to take care of them before he could move on his next victim.
 
He started walking toward where he had parked Ellison’s truck. He had had it hidden away up until now because he knew that the police would be on the lookout for the blue and white truck, but now that he was finally going after Blair, he felt it necessary for his plan to work.
 
A girl saw him walking across campus and stopped. “Detective Ellison?” she asked.
 
He stopped and glared at her coldly. “What?” he snapped.
 
The girl gave pause and took a step back. “I…uh…I thought you were missing.”
 
“You thought wrong.”
 
He continued walking. He couldn’t help thinking how pretty she was. He might take her as his next victim after Blair, but for now he had more important things to take care of. He got into the truck, pulled out of the parking lot, and followed the Impala, making sure to keep at a distance so he wouldn’t be seen.

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Blair watched the two men driving away as he was walking to his car. There was something different about them. He couldn’t explain it, but he had a feeling that they didn’t really want to talk to him about his class.
 
Shaking his head, he unlocked the door to his car. He had more important things to worry about, like finding Jim. He hated not knowing what had happened to him. He hated not having his sentinel by his side. He never realized just how lonely his life had been until he met Jim. Before, all he’d really had was his mother, and he didn’t see her a lot once he started at Rainier. And being younger than everyone else, he hadn’t made many friends. He had some acquaintances and admirers amongst his students, but not many friends. Until Jim that is.
 
Then, of course, there were these killings to contend with and the fact that they are copycat killings of David Lash. Blair felt very vulnerable without Jim by his side with these killings going on. He was supposed to have been the fifth victim. What if this killer decided to finish what Lash started? Without Jim there to protect him, he felt he didn’t stand much of a chance.
 
Sighing, he started the car, never noticing the blue and white truck pulling into traffic behind him.
 
Arriving at the station, Blair went up to the seventh floor and walked into a very empty Major Crimes bullpen. He was surprised. He had expected there to be at least one person there. He sighed and walked over to Jim’s desk out of habit. He paused as he caught sight of the empty desk. He thought it weird to see that chair empty. He placed his hand almost reverently on the desktop. He was so focused on his thoughts that he didn’t even notice Simon walk up behind him.
 
“Sandburg,” Simon said gently.
 
Blair retracted his hand and wiped his eyes quickly before turning to face the captain. He pasted on a smile. “Hey Simon.”
 
Simon wasn’t buying it of course. “Are you ok?”
 
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Blair lied. “Um, so where is everyone?”
 
“There was another murder late last night. Brown and Rafe are at the scene now. And Megan and Taggart are out working on Jim’s disappearance.”
 
“Did they find anything,” Blair asked, looking hopeful.
 
Simon grimaced. He hadn’t meant to get the kid’s hopes up. “Not much I’m afraid.”
 
Blair deflated and lowered his head. After a minute or two, he finally said, “So there was another murder? That makes four.”
 
“I know.”
 
“Who was it?”
 
“A man by the name of Andrew Benson,” Simon replied.
 
Blair’s brow furrowed. “Anthony Bates,” he muttered, naming the last victim of David Lash.
 
“What?” Simon asked.
 
“Anthony Bates. Andrew Benson. It’s the same initials.”
 
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
 
Blair smacked his forehead with his hand. “Of course! Why didn’t I see that before?” With Simon looking on in puzzlement, Blair grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and starting writing down the names of the previous victims. “Alright, give me the names of the victims in the order they were killed.”
 
Simon started listing the victim’s names. “Anton Wilcox, Walter Barrington, and Sandy Franklin.”
 
Blair wrote down the names as Simon said them. Then he showed the paper to Simon. “Ok, take a look at this. They all have the same initials. Adam Walker, Anton Wilcox. William Bright AKA Billy Bright, Walter Barrington. Susan Fraser, Sandy Franklin. This guy isn’t just duplicating the murders. He’s duplicating the victims.”
 
Simon sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can’t believe none of us saw that.”
 
“Simon,” Blair said, “what if this guy wants to finish what Lash started? I could be the next victim.”
 
Simon looked grave, but before he could say anything, Brown and Rafe walked into the bullpen, and a minute later so did Megan and Joel.
 
“Hey Captain,” Brown sighed as they approached.
 
“Did you two find anything?” Simon asked.
 
Brown shook his head. “Nope. Same MO, no clues.”
 
“I don’t understand this. How can someone kill four people and not leave clues behind?” Rafe asked.
 
“I don’t know, but sooner or later, the guy’s going to slip up and we’re going to be there when he does,” Simon replied. He turned to Megan and Joel. “How about you two? Find anything?”
 
“No,” Megan said sadly. “Sorry Sandy.”
 
Blair didn’t even acknowledge her, his thoughts somewhere else.
 
“Alright people, listen up,” Simon said. “We now have four victims. Now that’s same as Lash. Also, Blair figured out that there is a connection between these victims and the ones that Lash killed. We also believe that Sandburg may be the next target.”
 
“Why do you say that?” Megan asked.
 
“Because Hairboy was almost Lash’s fifth victim until Jim showed up that is,” Brown replied.
 
“Right. Now if this killer is duplicating the murders, there stands a good chance that the killer might go after Blair to finish what Lash started, so Blair is going to be under police protection until we catch this guy. Brown, you’ve got first shift.”
 
“Yes, sir.”
 
Simon turned to Blair. “Blair, you’re going home.”
 
“What? But Simon…” Blair began.
 
“No arguments. We can’t have anything happen to you.”
 
“But what about Jim?” Blair asked.
 
“Sandburg,” Simon sighed.
 
“I can’t just go to the loft and wait. I feel like I should be out looking for him.”
 
“Sandburg,” Simon said, putting his hands on Blair’s shoulders. “I know you want to find Jim. We all do, but right now your safety is the most important thing. And if Jim were here, he’d say the same thing.”
 
Blair lowered his eyes. He didn’t want to admit that Simon was right. He had basically had a target painted on his back. This guy could come after him at any time. Of course, the guy could go after someone else instead. They were, after all, just guessing. Granted, it was a very good guess though. It didn’t matter though. Nothing mattered to Blair except Jim’s safety, not even his own. He had to find a way to get away from his police escort and find Jim. Until then, he’d go along for now.
 
He brought his gaze back up to Simon. “You’re right. I’ll go back to loft.”
 
Simon, a little surprised that Blair had given so quickly, said, “Good. Brown, follow him home, and don’t let him out of your sight.”
 
“Sure Captain.”

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Back at the loft, Blair was in the kitchen cooking lunch while Brown sat on the couch watching some TV. Blair stirred the pot monotonously as he thought about his plan. He knew he should probably eat some of this. He hadn’t eaten anything since early this morning, but food just didn’t appeal to him at the moment. This was just for a distraction for Brown while he made his escape.
 
“Hey Brown,” Blair called as he brought the food to the table. “Lunch is ready.”
 
Brown got up from the couch and came over to the table. “Thanks Hairboy. This looks great.” He sat down and noticed that there was only one place setting. “Aren’t you going to have any?” he asked Blair.
 
“Oh no. I ate earlier. I actually think I’m going to lie down in my room for a while. I’m kind of tired. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
 
“Yeah sure. Go ahead,” Brown said distractedly as he started filling his plate.
 
Blair walked into his room smiling. This was too easy. You’d think after the last time Jim disappeared that they’d learn that he wasn’t going to just sit around the loft and do nothing. Last time, he had given Joel the slip. That had been easy too. He just fed him three bowls of chili, and he was off to the bathroom. He felt kind of guilty doing this to Simon and the others again, but he had to do something.
 
Closing his bedroom door, he grabbed his backpack and wallet and belatedly realized that he had left his keys in the basket by the door. He cursed under his breath. Well, he couldn’t go get them now. It would look too suspicious. Looked like he was going to have to take a bus to the warehouse where Jim had last been seen.
 
Quietly opening the door to the fire escape, he slipped out into the afternoon sun.

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Dean parked the Impala in front of the warehouse. Both he and Sam got out and went around to the trunk, pulling out rock salt shotguns just in case the spirit was still there or there were any other spirits lingering about.
 
“Alright. Ready?” Dean asked.
 
“Yep,” Sam replied.
 
“Let’s go.”
 
With an EMF meter in one and a shotgun in the other, they ventured into the darkened warehouse. Dean let out a whistle as he got a good look at the inside of the place. It didn’t look much better than the outside.
 
“Well, this just looks like a prime candidate for a haunting,” Dean commented.
 
“Yeah, no doubt,” Sam agreed.
 
“You know how come spirits don’t hang out in nice places, like the Four Seasons or something like that?” Dean complained as he held up the EMF meter.
 
“Because that would make our job too easy,” Sam answered.
 
“And too convenient.”
 
“And too comfortable.”
 
“And of course we can’t have any of that,” Dean continued.
 
“Nope.”
 
“It would be nice though. Gotta love those complimentary mints on the pillows.”
 
“Oh of course.”
 
They both smiled.
 
They searched the entire building, but got no readings on either EMF meter nor were there any indication that there was a ghost or spirit anywhere in the vicinity.
 
“Well, if there was a spirit here, it’s not anymore,” Dean said. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
 
They both turned to head back downstairs when they both heard what sounded like rustling nearby. They both paused and listened.
 
“What was that?” Sam asked.
 
“I don’t know, but it was close.”
 
Sam looked down the EMF meter in his hand. “I got nothing on the EMF meter.”
 
The noise sounded again.
 
“Well, there’s definitely something here,” Dean replied.
 
They followed the noise down the hall, their guns held in front of them. They had been trained to handle anything that came their way, except for one thing. As they were walking down the hall, a body suddenly materialized from a nearby door right in front of them. They both brought up their shotguns to aim at the figure.
 
Blair nearly ran into them and jumped back about five feet when he saw two shotgun barrels aimed at him. He immediately put up his hands.
 
“Whoa, man, don’t shoot!” Blair exclaimed.
 
Sam and Dean lowered their weapons and sighed.
 
Blair put down his hands and took deep breaths to try to calm his suddenly racing heart. “Jeez, man. You scared the shit out of me.”
 
“Sorry about that,” Sam said.
 
“What the hell are you doing here?” Dean asked, skipping the pleasantries.
 
Blair, undaunted, replied, “I’m looking for my partner. What are you guys doing here?”
 
“We’re just having a look around,” Sam replied.
 
Blair didn’t look convinced. “Uh huh. With shotguns?”
 
Before either brother could reply, they heard voices coming back the way Sam and Dean had come.
 
“Great. Now what?” Dean grumbled. He hefted his shotgun and followed the voices down the hall. Sam followed him and Blair brought up the rear.
 
As they got closer, they could make out what the voices were saying.
 
“I can’t believe I let you guys talk me into coming back here.”
 
“Hey, you didn’t have to come.”
 
“Are you sure you left your cell phone here?”
 
“I looked everywhere else. This is the only place it could be.”
 
Sam, Dean, and Blair followed the voices downstairs where they discovered three teenagers, two boys and a girl, looking around on the floor.
 
“Hey,” Dean called to them.
 
The three jumped as they turned toward Dean’s voice. The girl yelped and stepped back behind her two friends when she saw the men with shotguns.
 
“Oh man. Busted again,” one of the boys said.
 
“We weren’t doing anything. Honest,” the girl said almost desperately.
 
Sam handed Dean his shotgun as he approached the three teens. “Whoa, calm down,” he said in a placating manner. “You’re not in any trouble. What are you doing here?”
 
“We hadn’t planned on coming back,” the first boy spoke up.
 
“Yeah, but I lost my cell phone, and I thought it might be here,” said the second boy.
 
“You were here before?” Sam clarified.
 
“Yeah, like two weeks ago. We just wanted to see if the place was really haunted, but then this cop showed up and escorted us out and told us not to come back.”
 
“A cop?” Blair spoke up, stepping forward. “Who was it? What was his name?”
 
“I don’t know. He didn’t say.”
 
“I got a glimpse of his ID badge when he showed it to us,” the girl said, stepping out from behind the boys. She still looked a little jumpy though. “I think his name was something Ellison.”
 
“Jim,” Blair whispered. Out loud, he said. “Did you see where he went?”
 
“Well, I thought I saw him go back into the warehouse after he escorted us out,” the girl answered.
 
“He went back in. Why?” Blair said to himself.
 
While Blair was contemplating what he had been told, Dean took over the conversation.
“Listen, while you were in here, did you hear or see anything?”
 
“You mean like a ghost?” the first boy asked. “Nah, we didn’t see anything.” He almost sounded disappointed. “But then again, we weren’t here for very long before that cop showed up.”
 
“Wait,” the second boy said. “I remember, as we were leaving, I thought I heard whispering like right in my ear, but there was no one there. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but you think it could have been a ghost?”
 
Dean laughed. “A ghost? I don’t think so. It was probably your imagination. Listen, you guys should probably get out of here. You can always get a new cell phone.”
 
The kids nodded and headed toward the exit. When they were gone, Sam stepped close to his brother.
 
“So there was definitely a ghost here,” he whispered.
 
“Yep. Looks that way.”
 
“Ok,” Blair said. They both turned around to face him. “You’re not students so who are you guys?”
 
“You wouldn’t believe us if we told you,” Sam replied.
 
Blair crossed his arms over his chest. “Try me.”
 
Sam bit his lower lip. What could they tell him? That some ghost was out to kill him and may use the body of his best friend to do it? He’d think they were nuts.
 
“Look, we’re trying to help you. You’re just going to have to trust us,” Sam said.
 
Blair snorted. “Trust you? You lie to me about being students. You’re traipsing around some abandoned warehouse with shotguns, and you expect me to trust you?” He shook his and started walking away.
 
“Blair, your life could be in danger,” Sam blurted out.
 
Dean hit his brother in the arm. Sam looked at him and shrugged. He hadn’t meant to just blurt it out like that, but he couldn’t just let Blair walk away like that.
 
Blair stopped in his tracks and turned around. He didn’t seem surprised by the notion. “How do you know that?” he asked.
 
Sam opened and closed his mouth a few times before averting his gaze. He couldn’t tell him the truth.
 
“I mean what are you, psychic?”
 
Sam winced only slightly before he put on an expressionless mask. He knew Blair had only been joking when he said it, but he couldn’t help reacting to the words. He just hoped Blair hadn’t noticed. Sam opened his mouth to answer, but Dean beat him to it.
 
“A psychic? Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing. Let’s get out of here, Sam.”
 
Dean walked toward the exit and Sam followed without another word. Blair watched them leave. He hadn’t missed Sam’s subtle wince. Years working with Jim taught him to notice even the tiniest expression. Was Sam really a psychic? Dean said he wasn’t, but he could just be protecting his brother. He had answered a little too quickly, and Sam hadn’t said anything at all.
 
Blair shook his head and followed the brothers outside. He didn’t know what was going on with those two, but he had a strange feeling that he could trust them even though they weren’t telling him everything.
 
Sam and Dean walked to the Impala, and Sam noticed that theirs was the only car parked there. He looked back at Blair.
 
“Where’s your car?” he asked.
 
“Back at my place.”
 
“How did you get here?” Dean asked.
 
“Bus,” Blair answered simply.
 
“Need a ride?” Sam asked.
 
Blair thought about it before nodding. “Sure. I should probably get back anyway before Simon puts out an APB on me.” He walked to Sam’s side of the car and crawled in back.
 
“Who’s Simon?” Dean asked as he got into the drivers seat.
 
“Jim’s captain. I’m supposed to be under police protection but I kind of ditched my body guard to come here.”
 
“Why are you under police protection?” Dean asked as he pulled out onto the road.
 
“Because there’s a serial killer out after me,” Blair mumbled.
 
“The one in the newspapers?” Sam asked.
 
“That’d be the one.”
 
Sam turned in his seat so he could see Blair. “So you came all the way out here with a serial killer out after you. Why?”
 
“Because this is the last place Jim was seen. I was hoping I could find something that would give me some clue as to what happened to him.”
 
“That’s pretty risky,” Dean commented.
 
“He’d do the same for me.”
 
Dean nodded. He suddenly had a newfound respect for this guy. He wasn’t just another college student. “You two must really be close.”
 
“You have no idea,” Blair said. “And before you say anything, we’re not gay.”
 
Sam and Dean raised their eyebrows.
 
“That hadn’t even crossed our minds,” Sam said.
 
Blair leaned back. “Good. That’s what everyone else seems to think about us.”
 
Dean looked at him through the rearview mirror. “You know that’s what people think about us too. I don’t get it. I mean do we look gay?”
 
“No, of course not,” Blair replied.
 
“No, I didn’t think so. So why do people automatically assume we’re gay. I mean I’d take a gorgeous woman over Sam any day.”
 
“Oh thanks a lot, Jerk,” Sam said.
 
“Any time, Bitch,” Dean said with a smirk.
 
Blair looked from Sam to Dean and back. “Are you guys like this all the time?”
 
“No, not all of the time,” Sam replied.
 
“Yeah, just most of the time,” Dean added. “Hey, being stuck in a car together all day, we gotta past the time somehow.”
 
Blair smiled and shook his head. Their banter kind of reminded him of how he and Jim were together. He hoped he found Jim soon.
 
Twenty minutes later, the Impala pulled onto Prospect Avenue, and they immediately saw police cars parked in front of the building of 852. Blair leaned forward to gaze out the windshield. He could see Simon and Henri amidst the uniformed officers and knew he was going to get it.
 
“Uh oh,” he said. “I think I’m in trouble.”
 
“All this is for you?” Dean asked.
 
“Yeah, well, the entire Major Crimes Unit has sort of taken a liking to me. They treat me like I’m their kid brother or something.”
 
Dean parked the car and the three of them got out. Blair started walking toward where Simon was standing.
 
“Simon,” he called.
 
Simon spotted him and looked relieved, but that was quickly replaced with anger as he stalked forward to meet Blair.
 
“Sandburg, where have you been?”
 
“I’m sorry, Simon. But I couldn’t just sit in the loft and do nothing. I had to go and look for Jim.”
 
Simon sighed. “Look, Sandburg, we’re going to find Jim, but you can’t do anything for him if you’re dead. I swear you’re going to give me more gray hairs than my son.” His eyes traveled to Sam and Dean standing just behind Blair. “Who are they?”
 
“Oh, Simon, this is Sam and Dean. They gave me a ride.”
 
“Hi,” Sam said with a small wave.
 
“Nice to meet you. Thanks for returning our wayward anthropologist.” He turned to Blair. “Now I want you to go upstairs now.”
 
Blair crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly. “Simon, I’m not some kid.”
 
“No, but you are under my protection, and you do as I say.”
 
Blair raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean your protection?”
 
“Well, since I can’t seem to try trust you to stay put, I’m going to stay with you tonight.”
 
“Oh man,” Blair groaned.
 
Simon glared at the young man who just smiled back. Shaking his head, he walked toward the building.
 
Blair watched him go and sighed. Oh, man. Simon wasn’t going to let him out of his sight for the entire night. It was going to be a long night.
 
“Wow,” Dean said, making Blair jump slightly. “He seemed really pissed.”
 
“Nah. I think he was more concerned than anything,” Blair replied.
 
“Really. Well, I’d hate to see him when he’s really pissed off.”
 
Blair snorted. “Trust me. It’s not a pretty sight.” He turned to face the two brothers. “Well, thanks for the ride. I should probably get inside before Simon blows a gasket or something.” Waving goodbye, he jogged toward the loft.
 
Sam and Dean headed back to their car.
 
“Great,” Dean said as he was getting in. “How are we supposed to watch him with all these damn cops hanging around?”
 
“We’ll just have to come back later when there are less people around,” Sam said. “Hopefully, he’ll be ok until then.”
 
“He should be. It’s not dark yet,” Dean said as he started the car and drove away.
 
Back at the motel, Sam and Dean walked into their motel room. Dean plopped down on his bed and grabbed the remote control.
 
“Well, we’ve got some time to kill. What do you say we watch a little TV for once?” Dean asked as he pressed the power button on the remote.
 
Sam shook his head. He didn’t feel much like watching TV. He did, however, feel like eating. His growling stomach was driving him nuts.
 
“Hey Dean. I’m going to take a walk down to that fast food restaurant down the street,” Sam said.
 
“Oh, you mean that Wonderburger place?” Dean said, flipping channels.
 
“Yeah. You want anything?”
 
“Yeah, get me a burger and fries.”
 
“Alright.”
 
Sam exited the room and started walking down the street. It was already starting to get dark. He had to hurry if he wanted to eat before they had to get back to Blair’s place. He hadn’t been walking for more than five minutes when his cell phone rang. Pulling the phone out, he saw that it was Dean. Brow furrowed, he answered the call.
 
“Dean, what?”
 
“Hey Sam. I changed my mind. I want a cheeseburger instead.”
 
“Dude, I’m right outside the motel. Why didn’t you just come out here and tell me that?”
 
“Why would I do that when I can just call you?” Dean asked and Sam could just picture his brother smirking.
 
Rolling his eyes, Sam replied, “Whatever. Fine. I’ll get you a…” Before he could finish that sentence, he was hit in the back of the head and everything went black.

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Lash put Jim’s gun back in its holster after hitting Sam in the back of the head with it. He had been following these two all day, waiting for the right moment. He thought it would have been perfect to get them at the warehouse, but then they ran into Sandburg and those kids, and he was forced to wait. When he saw the taller one leaving the motel alone, he thought this was the perfect time.
 
He picked up the hunter’s dropped phone. He could hear the other’s voice yelling this one’s name. He snapped it shut and tossed it aside. He grabbed Sam by the arms and started dragging him toward a darkened alleyway where he could lie in wait for the other to come as he knew he would.

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Dean flipped through the channels on the TV. There wasn’t much on. Of course, they didn’t have many channels either. Flipping the TV off, he grabbed his phone. He suddenly had a craving for a cheeseburger. He dialed his brother’s number.
 
“Dean, what?” Sam answered.
 
“Hey Sam. I changed my mind. I want a cheeseburger instead.”
 
“Dude, I’m right outside the motel. Why didn’t you just come out here and tell me that?”
 
“Why would I do that when I can just call you?” Dean asked with a smirk.
 
“Whatever. Fine. I’ll get you a…” Sam’s voice was cut off, and Dean heard a loud thump over the line.
 
Dean sat up straight, his heart suddenly pounding. “Sam? Sam!” No response. “Sammy, answer me!”
 
The line was cut off. Dean jumped off the bed, grabbed his gun, and flew out the door. He looked up and down the street, but there was sign of Sam.
 
“Sam!” he yelled. He started walking toward where he knew that Wonderburger place was, hoping to find his little brother. “Sam! Sammy, where are you?”
 
Walking past an alleyway, he heard a low groan. He stopped and looked into the darkened alley. He could barely see in the growing darkness, but he managed to make out a body lying facedown on the pavement. He knew it had to be Sam. Heart in his throat, he hurried to his brother’s side.
 
“Sam? Sam, wake up.”
 
Getting no response, he started running his hands over Sam’s body, checking for injuries. He was dismayed to find blood on the back of his brother’s head. He put shaky fingers to Sam’s neck and was relieved with a strong, steady pulse. He had to get Sam back to the motel room so he could treat Sam’s injuries. They’d figure out what did this later.
 
As he was getting ready to lift Sam up off the ground, he was thrown back against the wall and held there by an unseen force. A man Dean recognized as Ellison walked out of the shadows smiling. Dean couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen him, that he didn’t check the alley for any possible threats first.
 
“Hunters, so predictable,” the man in front of him said.
 
“Let me guess. David Lash,” Dean said.
 
The man smiled. “You’d guess right.” He looked at Dean with maniacal eyes. “I don’t know how you two knew that I was going after Sandburg, but I can’t have you guys interrupting.”
 
“So why don’t you just kill us?”
 
“No. I don’t think so. Not right now anyway. I have someone else in mind as my next victim. You see I’ve been wanting to kill Blair Sandburg for quite some time. He got away from me last time, oddly enough, because of Ellison, but he won’t get away this time because now I’m Ellison. But maybe I’ll come back and finish you two off after.”
 
“Not likely,” Dean spat out.
 
“Oh that’s right. You hunters think you’re big and bad. That’s what the last one thought until I killed him.” Dean grimaced and Lash continued. “And that’s what the police thought when they were trying to catch me, but I played them for fools.”
 
“And yet they still shot you dead.”
 
Lash’s face twisted in anger. He grabbed Dean by the throat. “Yes, they did manage to kill me, but you know what. I managed to come back. I managed to possess the cop that shot me, and now I’m going to use his body to kill his little friend, and I can’t think of a better revenge than that. And you can’t do anything to stop me.”
 
He threw Dean against the opposite wall, knocking him unconscious and walked out of the alley.

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Blair sat at the kitchen table, a sheaf of papers spread out in front of him. He had been grading papers for the last hour trying to keep himself busy, but now his eyes were becoming too blurry to make out the words anymore. He rubbed his eyes to try to clear them, but that didn’t work much. He finally had to admit that it was time to go to bed.
 
He looked at Simon who was sitting on the couch watching TV. He decided not to disturb the man as he gathered up his papers. He was just going to his room. He didn’t need Simon for that. Once he had all his papers in a neat pile, he got up and walked into his room, closing the door behind him.
 
“Blair,” a voice said from behind.
 
Blair yelped and spun around. His eyes widened as his gaze fell upon Jim standing in the corner beside the French doors. For a moment, he was speechless as he took in the sight of his best friend standing in front of him unharmed and apparently no worse for wear for someone who had been missing for two weeks.
 
“Jim! I can’t believe it!” Blair said with a smile as he launched himself into Jim’s arms. It felt so good to have his sentinel back. “Are you ok? Where have you been?”
 
“It’s a long story,” Jim replied.
 
“Well, c’mon,” Blair said pulling away. “Simon’s out in the living room. You can explain it to us both.” He opened his door and walked out in the living room. “Hey Simon. Look who I found.”
 
Simon looked up and practically jumped off the couch. “Jim! God, is it good to see you! Where have you been? I have practically the whole precinct out looking for you.”
 
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Jim replied.
 
Blair frowned. There was something not right about Jim. He wasn’t acting like himself. Was there something wrong with Jim that he wasn’t telling?
 
“At least tell us something,” Blair said.
 
“Let’s just say I ran into an old enemy of mine,” Jim said mysteriously.
 
Blair’s frown deepened. What was going on with him?
 
“Well, is everything ok?” Simon asked.
 
“Yeah. Now. So what are you doing here?”
 
“Well, there’s a copycat killer of David Lash out there. We think he may be after Sandburg next.”
 
“Really,” Jim said.
 
He didn’t seem surprised. He didn’t even seem upset, which had Blair worried now.
 
“Well, Simon, I think you can go home now. I’ll watch over Blair for the night,” Jim continued, guiding Simon to the door.
 
“Are you sure?” Simon asked.
 
“Positive.”
 
“And you’ll explain everything tomorrow, right?”
 
“Absolutely.”
 
“Alright. I’ll see you two tomorrow,” Simon said. He left the two men alone, and Jim closed the door behind him.
 
Blair swallowed hard. He suddenly felt very vulnerable, which was weird because usually he felt completely safe with Jim around. Something was definitely wrong here.
 
“Ok, Jim, what’s going on with you?” Blair asked.
 
“What do you mean?” Jim asked as he locked the door securely and put the chain on.
 
“I mean you’re acting weird like…like you’re not yourself.”
 
Jim turned around. “Am I?” he asked as he walked toward Blair. “Sorry about that.” He walked around Blair, and Blair turned to follow.
 
“Jim, just tell me what’s going on with you? Where have you been?”
 
Jim faced Blair. His facial expression was all wrong. He looked almost…psychotic.
 
“Out making friends,” he replied.
 
Blair’s brow furrowed. “What? What are you talking about?”
 
“Friends are like really easy to make.”
 
Blair’s eyes widened, his heartbeat quickened. He took a step back as he said, “What did you say?”
 
“I only have four now,” Jim continued, taking a step forward for every step Blair took back, “but there’ll be more. I had to make new friends since mine were taken from me.”
 
“Oh my god,” Blair whispered as he backed into the wall.
 
“And now it’s time for Hairy Blairy.”
 
Blair’s breath quickened. “Lash,” he breathed as he groped blindly along the table next to the door searching for his keys.
 
Lash smiled. “Hello Blair. Long time no see.”
 
Blair shook his head. “No,” he said. “No, that’s not possible. You’re dead.” He didn’t want to believe it.
 
“Yes, but I came back. I came back for you.”
 
“But why?” Blair asked. His fingers closed around his keys. He gripped the keys tightly, each individual key clutched tightly between each of his fingers to that the jagged edges stuck out.
 
“Because you got away from me. But you won’t this time,” he said with a smile. “There’s no one to save you this time.”
 
As Lash lunged toward him, Blair swung his fist forward and caught him in the side of the face with the keys. Not wasting any time, he ran to the door, but he only managed to get the chain off before Lash was on him again. Two strong arms wrapped around Blair’s chest, pinning his arms to his sides, and started dragging him backwards. Blair bucked and kicked to no avail.
 
“You’re going to take a nice bath,” Lash whispered in Blair’s ear.
 
No, Blair thought frantically. He stomped on Lash’s foot and then elbowed him in the stomach once his arms were free. But Lash had a hold of his arm in a matter of seconds and threw him roughly into the wood post in the kitchen. Blair’s head connected hard with the unforgiving wood, and he slid to the ground in a daze. He could feel warm liquid beginning to run down the side of his face. He felt himself losing consciousness and knew he was in big trouble.

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Sam slowly opened his eyes. He groaned. His head was killing him. Blinking rapidly, he tried to orient himself. It took a few minutes for him to realize that he was lying in some dark alley and that Dean was lying next to him apparently unconscious.
 
Worried about his brother, Sam slowly pushed himself upwards, swaying a little. Once he got his bearings, he gently shook Dean’s shoulder.
 
“Dean? Dean, come on. Wake up, man.”
 
Dean groaned and opened his eyes. “Oh man.” He put a hand to the side of his face as he slowly sat up. He was sporting a pretty vivid bruise on his right temple.
 
“Are you alright?” Sam asked.
 
“Yeah, I’ll live,” Dean replied wincing as he rubbed his bruised face. He looked at his brother and saw how pale Sam was even in the darkness. “How about you?”
 
“I’ll be fine. What happened?”
 
“Our spirit. That’s what happened.” Dean slowly got to his feet. “We were right. He is possessing Ellison.”
 
“Why didn’t he just kill us?” Sam asked.
 
“Because he wanted to kill Blair first,” Dean replied. “Come on. We have to get over there.” He reached down and helped Sam to his feet.
 
“Dean, are you ok to drive?” Sam asked. He took a few steps forward and nearly fell but Dean was there to catch him.
 
“More than you. Are you sure you’re ok?”
 
“Dean, I’m fine. I just stood up too fast. Let’s just get over there.”
 
Dean nodded. He let go of Sam after he was sure his brother wasn’t going to fall over again, and they headed to the Impala. It only took them five minutes to drive to Blair’s loft, and they were out of the car and running up to the third floor in a matter of minutes, each carrying a rock salt filled shotgun.


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Concluded in part two...