A/N: I challenged someone to write a fic using lore from their home area. Not saying any names until she posts (if you're reading there's no pressure!) I decided to do the same thing. I lived near a historically significant, although not well known, landmark that has offered some strange tales from friends during my youth. Everything from finding things from history to swearing they hear muskets and flintlocks firing in the night. Much of this fic is made up, like the particulars of the spirit and pieces of the back story I gave my original character in the fic. But some is true. Not saying which is which either. This is a legend taken from literally my backyard and given a Supernatural twist. Hope you all enjoy. BTW, the baby crying is real; I've heard her and know her story. And no I am not crazy! Please hit the little button people. Let me know if this one works.

A/N 2: This one is set S2 between Heart and Hollywood Babylon. Heart was a good one but HB needed some serious help. Hoping this fills the gap for anyone who feels the same. Also, quick apology to anyone named Brittany. Dean's reaction to that one is priceless. My muse is also slightly twisted.

Wartime Spirit

Chapter 1

Sam was sitting in yet another flea bag motel room in yet another backwater town. This time it was Belvidere, North Carolina at a Quality Inn. Sam glanced at the faded wallpaper and carpet spotted with God only knows what and snorted "Quality. Yeah, right." He rolled the shoulder that had been paining him and winced. He had taken a beating on the last hunt and had been asleep, crammed into the front seat of the Impala when Dean had checked them in with a 'Get some rest, Sammy. I'll be back soon." Dean had gone to hustle some pool as they were nearly out of cash and the med kit was down to bare bones. "Not even any freakin' Aspirin." Sam muttered irritably.

He was sitting on the bed, propped up against the headboard. He knew it wouldn't work for him to get any sleep. He hurt too badly. He rolled his shoulder again, pain bringing back the memory of hitting a cement block wall of a mausoleum while Dean was trying to burn the bones of a body belonging to a pain in the ass spirit. Dean managed to light the match just as Sam had been picked up by his semiconscious throat and shook like a rag doll. Now Dean was out, doing who knows what and Sam was in the motel, in pain.

My great big brother. Sam shook his head ruefully. Too much time in too close quarters. Sam dark and stormy thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. He looked at the screen and answered when he saw the familiar number.

"Hey Bobby." Sam said on a weary sigh.

"Sam, you okay?"

"Little beat up. Freakin' ghost. Yeah, I'm okay."

"You boys feel up to checkin' somethin' out for me?"

"A hunt?"

"Yeah. I know the girl. She had to have her hands full with this one for her to call me. Her granddaddy was a hunter. One of the best. Her Momma took her from her Daddy when she was a girl 'cause he wanted to teach her the ropes. Her Momma had nothin' to do with it and bailed with her. Now she says somethin's on her Daddy's land that she manages."

Sam walked to the table with his phone to his ear and grabbed the complimentary memo pad and pen that rested there. He eased his sore body down into the ratty chair and shifted his phone to his left hand so he could write. "Okay Bobby, give me the low down." Sam glanced up when he heard the lock click to find Dean stumbling through the door with a grin on his face and a bruise on his jaw. Sam rolled his eyes at his big brother and turned his attention back to Bobby and the paper before him.

"Uh huh. Brittany Logan." He wrote on the notepad. "Where in Maryland? Okay." He jotted down an address and Dean looked at him quizzically, cocking his head to the side and arching an eyebrow. Sam motioned with one finger for Dean to wait a minute. "She know what it is?" Sam listened. "Okay, Bobby. Yeah we'll check it out. Hey, how come you didn't take this one?" Sam listened again. He grinned and laughed. "Yeah, okay, I get it 'old man'. I'll call with an update when we figure out what it is. Talk to you later. Yeah, we will Bobby." Sam hung up and looked at Dean.

"What did Bobby want?" Dean asked and moaned as he rubbed his bruising jaw.

"He has a hunt he wants us to check out. Rural Maryland, about two and a half hours west of D.C. She runs a hiking and trail riding park. Name's Brittany Logan. Twenty-seven. Says there's something killing people in her woods."

"Whoa, wait a minute… Brittany?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Brittany. I can't wait to meet that one. Probably bleach blonde and afraid to get dirty. This is gonna be fun…" Dean snorted sarcastically.

"Dean, you are such an ass." Dean pulled a bag out of his pocket and tossed it at Sam. He caught it and winced when he had pain in his shoulder.

"Yeah well, this ass scored three hundred dollars and enough Aspirin to put your ass back into working order. Let's get some sleep and hit the road in the morning. You need me to look at that shoulder?"

"Nah, I just need some sleep."

"Sam, you slept for the last two hundred miles. You sure you're okay?"

"Yes, Dean." Sam popped two aspirin from the new bottle and dry swallowed them. He went to his bed and stiffly pulled back the covers, well aware that Dean was watching his every move. He forced himself to relax and get into bed without grimacing. He breathed deeply and fell asleep as the pain pills began to do their job.

A/N: I decided to do something different with this one. This is where it stops for tonight. I'll post the next chapter tomorrow evening with chapters every night and Saturday morning since I'm working that night. Sorry if this chapter seem a bit slow. It is the opener and trust me, it gets better from here. Catch you tomorrow evening and PLEASE HIT THAT LITTLE BUTTON! Thanks all.