The Impala sped down the highway. Dean was driving, as usual, while Sam was riding shotgun with his laptop on his lap.
"So what are we dealing with?" Asked Dean, turning to face his brother for a few seconds before looking back at the road ahead.
"Well the statements the police have taken have all been pretty conclusive. They all share the same detail." He answered.
"And what's that?"
"They all say they witnessed the ghost of Kate Bender."
"Who?" Dean furrowed an eyebrow.
"Kate Bender, she was one of The Bloody Benders. They were a family of serial killers who owned an inn Labette County, Kansas from 1871 to 1873. John Bender Sr, his wife, and their two kids, John Jr and Kate. Everyone they killed had stayed at the inn they ran. Apparently, the guests were given a seat of honor at the table which was positioned over a trap door that led into the cellar. John or his son would hide behind the curtain while the daughter would distract the guest. John would then strike the guest on the right side of the skull with a hammer. Either John's wife or Kate would then slit the victim's to ensure their death. Dropping the body through the trap door, once in the cellar, the body would be stripped and later buried somewhere on the property. According to this, the orchard was where most of the bodies were uncovered. More than a dozen bullet holes were also found in the roof of the building and in the sides of the room where it was speculated that some of the victims had attempted to fight back after being hit with the hammer. The Benders stacked up a body count of 11 known victims, before they were arrested."
"Charming." Dean smirked. "Our life is weird man."
"Tell me about it." Sam closed his laptop before looking out of the window at the town.
~Labette County, Kansas~
After taking out a can of gas, a container of salt, two shovels and two guns, Dean handed a gun and a shovel to Sam before closing the trunk of the Impala.
Walking into the graveyard, Sam searched around before coming across a name that he recognised.
'Mrs Sarah Eliza Davis'
Dean walked over and furrowed an eyebrow. "I thought you said her name with Kate Bender."
"According to the records, John Bender Sr was apparently captured but bled to death, John Jr. died of apoplexy, and in 1889, Mrs. Bender and Kate were arrested under the names of Mrs Almira Monroe and Mrs Sarah Eliza Davis. They were later released before being re-arrested for their connection to the Bender murders. Then the records stop, nothing else was ever recorded."
Dean just looked at his brother. "It's sad that you've memorised all that..." He paused. "Geek."
"Whatever." Sam scoffed.
"And also worrying." Dean grinned, purposely trying to be annoying.
Simply ignoring him, Sam looked at the small, shabby stone with her name hastily carved into it. "Do you think it's her?"
Dean shrugged. "It's worth a shot." Stabbing the shovel in the ground, Dean began to dig up the hard soil.
Sam did the same.
After the brothers had reached the bones buried deep beneath the soil, Dean began to douse the remains with gas while Sam coated them with the salt from the container. Once suitably covered, Dean flicked his lighter sparking a flame. Dropping it into the grave, the remains began to burn in the orange flames. Noticing someone standing watching them in the corner of his eye, he turned to see a girl with long blonde hair dressed in a white cotton dress that was heavily torn. Her skin was covered in small cuts whilst there was a trail of blood trickling down her forehead. Dean's eyes widened. "Sam!" He shouted. Reacting instantly, Dean cocked the gun before firing a salt round at the girl causing her to fritz away.
"There must be something still around that belonged to her." Sam stated.
Before either of the Winchester brothers could react, the girl appeared in front of Sam. In one swift movement, she grabbed him round the throat before throwing him across the graveyard causing him to strike his head on one of the large, grey, marble gravestones stuck out of the ground, knocking him unconscious.
"Sammy!" Dean began to run to his brother, but his path was blocked by the girl, and she was now holding a knife. "Ever heard of a hairbrush?" As she came closer, Dean scowled. "Or mouthwash?" Going to fire another round, Dean attempted to reload the gun, but the mechanism jammed. Desperately trying to fix it, Dean began to back away from the girl, before eventually resorting to hopeless tactics.
As she approached, Dean swung the gun in an attempt to ward her away, but it was hopeless. "Ahh crap!" He cursed before the girl shoved her hand in his direction and he felt a metallic sting in his stomach. Gasping, Dean looked down to see the knife that the girl had been in possession of pertruding from his abdomen.
"Hey!" Shouted Sam. He was stood next to the girl's grave with a huge gash running along his forehead which was bleeding out heavily. Holding a locket in his hand, Sam released his grip on the chain allowing it to fall into the fire that was still roaring from when he and Dean had attempted to salt n' burn the bones minutes earlier.
As the locket melted away, the girl screamed out piercingly before disappearing.
Sam's eyes were wide in fear. "Dean..." He said in a sorrowful tone. Making his way across the graveyard, his pace went from a walk to a near sprint. Reaching his big brother, Sam dropped to his knees beside him and took Dean in his arms. He looked down at the wound. "Oh God!" He panicked, before gently removing the knife from his brother's stomach.
"Sammy..." Dean spoke, weakly. "Where did you get the locket from?" He asked.
"When the spirit threw me across the graveyard, I noticed this lying by the gravestone of an unmarked grave. On the inside it had a strand of hair, so I presumed it was her mother's grave and therefore her hair." Sam explained.
"Presumed?" Dean exclaimed.
"I was right." Sam smirked. "Come on, we've gotta' get you to a hospital." Wrapping his arm around his brother's shoulder, he supported Dean's weight and helped him to his feet.
Dean moaned in pain before he was finally able to speak. "No hospitals."
"Dean, you've lost a lot of blood, you need to get checked out." Sam stated.
"No hospitals, Sammy." Dean made himself clear.
Returning to the motel room, Sam helped Dean over to his bed before ransacking the green duffle bag in search of anything he could use for first aid. Eventually coming across a roll of bandage, some dental floss and a needle, Sam walked back over to Dean and sat down on the bed next to him. "Sorry, this is gonna' sting like a bitch, but we don't have any pain medication and you're refusing to go to the hospital."
"Just get it over with." Dean stated.
It took Sam a few minutes to stitch up the wound in Dean's stomach as best as he could. Although it wasn't neat, at least he wasn't bleeding to death. When Sam looked back at his brother, he was struggling to keep his eyes open. "Get some sleep, Dean." He stated softly with a smile.
"Thanks, Sammy..." Dean replied as he drifted off to sleep.