"You better keep your mouth shut and never, and I mean never get near something like that, again." Dean said with disgust, before walking out.

"His headache is getting worse." Sam tried to explain when Dean was out of the door.

Elise nodded her understanding. "He's right, though. I hope you find a way to send her back and save your brother."

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"Dean." Sam called as he jogged to catch up with him.

"Apocalypse and Eve are not our biggest problems." Dean leaned against his car. "Our biggest problems are those stupid people who think they can use supernatural things for their own vendettas."

"Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not. I just wanna kill that bitch and get the hell out of this damn town."

"Your nose is bleeding again." Sam was by his side in an instant.

Dean opened the car's door and sat in the driver's seat, keeping a tissue under his nose. "This is getting old." he said, his voice muffled with the pressure on his nose.

"Let me drive. We should get back to our room and find a way to kill Beth for good."

Dean checked his tissue in the dim light and finding out that his nose has stopped bleeding, he turned and settled behind the wheel. "Get in, I'm fine."

Sam sighed and went to the passenger side.

They drove in silence for a while, before Dean suddenly pushed his foot on the brakes and brought the car to an abrupt halt.

"Whoa." Sam grabbed the dashboard. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Dean replied absentmindedly.

"Nothing? Then why in the hell did you stop the car like that."

"I think I've an idea about how to kill Beth."

"Yeah?" Sam's eyebrow rose. "How?"

"Her boyfriend."

"Excuse me?"

"Her boyfriend. If the lore is right, then we might be able to use him to get rid of her."

"Are you suggesting we summon that guy's spirit?"

"Yes Sammy, that's exactly what I'm saying."

"Hmm." Sam scrubbed his face. "That might work."

"It had worked before." Dean shrugged. "Do you know anything about the guy?"

"Yes, I found some information about him in the same article and then I dug a little further." He started to rummage through his pockets. "Ah, where did I put it." he then turned and grabbed their dad's journal from the back seat and found the piece of paper he was looking for. "Yes, here."

"That's my boy." Dean took it and smiled. "Edward Knightley. Hmm- Wait, is he related to Keira Knightley?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean."

Dean nodded. "Guess, he's not. OK, what else do we have, here? An address and.. What's this?" he held the sheet up for Sam to see it.

"A grave number."

"Oh, of course." He didn't really want Sam to know that his vision had started getting blurry around the edges." So, do we have everything we need for the ritual?"

"Yes, we just need to grab the bones and then get to that address."

"Let's roll, then."

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"You ready?" Sam asked as the put everything they needed on the ground of the old room that used to be Beth Sheldon's living room.

"Let's just hope it works." Dean replied, hiding the fact that his vision was getting worse and he wasn't feeling so hot. He started to draw the signs as Sam started to prepare other stuff.

"Make a salt circle around us; she wouldn't be so thrilled about what we're trying to do." Dean pointed out; checking the signs and other stuff to make sure nothing was missing. They didn't have time for mistakes.

As they had anticipated, Beth showed up before they could summon Edward's ghost. They were in the middle of the ritual when the angry ghost appeared out of nowhere and since she couldn't pass the salt line herself, she started throwing everything that she could find in that old house, towards them.

Dean grabbed a table that was beside them and tried to shield both himself and Sam. "Hurry up, Sam."

Sam didn't stop to say that he couldn't chant any faster, he just tossed Dean a look and continued. Dean's cry of pain stopped him in his track, though. "Dean? What's it? Are you hurt?"

"Go on, Sam. Finish it. Bring that ghost here."

"But Dean-" Sam protested.

"'s my head. Jus' finish it, Sam." Dean's words were more like a loud moan than a sentence.

Sam turned his attention back to his ritual and kept rehearsing, slightly distracted by Dean's quickly worsening situation. Beth was clearly using her power on Dean to stop them.

Dean's nose has started gushing blood, leaving trails down past his chin, Sam couldn't help but glance at his brother and with that quick glance he noticed that there was blood coming from his ears as well. Fighting the urge to stop and turn to Dean, he finally managed to finish the ritual. Although watching Dean writhing in pain was agonizing, seeing Edward's ghost in the middle of the room was relieving. He just wished that this could really end everything and rushed towards Dean.

He gripped the sides of Dean's face with his shaky hands and tried to give his ailing brother some sort of comfort. "Oh God, Dean." The response he got from Dean was a screamed exhale as the older brother squeezed his eyes closed and hunched forward.

"It's gonna be alright, Dean. It'll be all over, soon." he tried with a soothing voice even though his own heart was sinking in his chest at the sound of Dean's struggled, pained breaths.

"Sa - Sammy.. Finish the job." Dean's hands were clenching, clawing Sam's shirt now.

"I did it, Dean. Edward's here." Hearing Edward's voice behind them, Sam turned and looked at him.

"Stop it." Edward ordered Beth, but to no avail. "I said stop it. He's innocent."

"No." Beth screamed. "They're trying to destroy me, just like what you did."

"Beth, no. What happened between us has nothing to do with these guys. Let them go. You don't belong to this world, anymore." Edward tried to approach her, but Sam's yell stopped him, he turned and realized that Dean was now seizing in his brother's arms.

Sam felt helpless as he watched the display before his eyes; Dean's eyes, open and unfocused with red tears cascading from the corners, down to meet the tracks that the blood from his ears had made. "Dean?" he tightened his grip.

"Beth, Please. You're mad at me. Let them go." Edward tried again.

"He'd broken up with his girl, too. I could see it in him."

"No." Sam shouted. "That's not true. Lisa dumped him." it wasn't exactly a lie.

"You're lying."

"I'm not." Sam tried to convince himself, as well. He still didn't know the whole story, but he knew that there was no way it could be Dean's fault.

Beth hesitated for a few seconds, glancing between Dean and Edward.

"Please Beth." Edward begged.

"Why Ed, why?"

"You could've asked me before killing me, you know?" Ed said, forgetting their situation. That response enraged Beth again and she turned her gaze to Dean, who let out a yell of pain as his body arched in pain.

It was enough for Edward to focus on the issue at hand. "Your father." he said quickly.

"What?"

"Your father made me, Beth. He said I didn't deserve you and if I kept stop seeing you, he'd send my father to the jail, for... for…" he paused. "You know your father was powerful, and my dad wasn't completely innocent, but I couldn't let that happen. My Mom would've died."

Beth stopped torturing Dean, her eyes got locked on Edward. "But I loved you." she said with pain and sadness evident in her voice. "You should've told me."

"I couldn't, Beth."

"Your father killed me."

"Well, you'd killed his only son." Edward noted.

Those words brought a small smile on her face. "What now?" she asked.

"Now, you'll come with me. Leave them alone, Beth."

Beth looked at Dean and Sam, then back to Edward before finally nodding. "Will you stay with me? It was scary. I was alone and it was really scary."

"I won't leave you, baby." Edward put his arm around Beth' shoulder and looked at Sam. "Burn our bones, and get him some help. I'm sorry for everything."

Dumbfounded, Sam only nodded in response as he watched the couple disappear into thin air.

"Should we wait for the closing credits?" Dean's low voice brought Sam back.

"Dean? You with me?"

"Hmm. Just tired. At least it worked." he pushed himself up from the floor.

"Let's get you to the hospital."

"No, we should just get back to the motel. We'll get some rest and then we'll hit the road first thing tomorrow morning."

"Dean, you just had a seizure, among other things. You need to go to the hospital. You could have a brain hemorrhage."

"I don't think so." Dean stood straight, before the room started spinning and Dean felt himself falling down.

"Whoa-" Sam caught him in time and held him up.

"'M fine," Dean protested as Sam sat him down, again. "Just a little dizzy."

"Yeah, I can see it. Let me finish the job and clean here. Then we'll decide what to do next."

"We'll go to the motel."

"Whatever." Sam grumbled as he quickly started pouring salt and fuel on the bones to burn them.

Ten minutes later they were both leaving the house, while Sam had an arm around Dean's waist, making sure his brother wouldn't end up on the floor. "I'll drive."

"Of course. I'm not that stupid to risk our lives while I can't see farther away than two feet." Dean regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth.

"You can't see more than two feet? Dude, we're definitely going to the hospital. Don't even try to talk me out of it."

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"I don't see anything that points to the brain injury." The ER doctor said after examining Dean.

Dean gave Sam an 'I told you so' look and turned to the doctor. "So I can go, right?"

"The bleeding is one of my concerns. I don't think you should be out and about when there's a high possibility you could have another seizure."

"I don't need to stay here, but I promise to take some rest. Should I sign anywhere if I wanna check myself out?"

The doctor sighed. "I'll get the nurse to bring you the form. If your headache worsened or you had any other signs, you better get straight back to the hospital, and this time you'll stay. Visiting a hospital twice in one day is already too much; for possible brain injury? That's a high risk to let you go."

Sam decided to take part in the conversation. "I'll make sure he comes back, if he felt any worse."

The doctor nodded and left the room.

"I told you-"

"I know." Sam cut him off. "But I'm not gonna apologize. Better safe than sorry. How are you feeling?"

"Damn tired and a little dizzy." Dean's honest answer could be a cause for worry if Sam didn't know why Dean had been so open. It has been a long day for both of them, but mostly for Dean. Sam knew that his brother had tried to hide his discomfort and pain, but there's only so much someone can take. No wonder he was so spent now.

"Man, has it been really just one day?" Sam suddenly wondered, watching Dean while he signed the paper that the nurse had brought in.

"We've had worse days."

"Can't argue with that."

"Sam? Have I ever told you how much I hate witches?" Dean said as Sam helped him out of the hospital.

"You mean since the day you met them for the first time?"

"No, I mean since the day 'you' met them for the first time. I've never talked to you about them, before that."

"Even though, I'm sure you've told me enough for ten lifetimes."

"Whatever. I still hate witches."

"yeah, I know."

"No, I mean I hate them with a passion."

"Dean?"

"Hmm?"

"Stop."

"Can't. I really really really hate witches."

Sam couldn't help laughing. "Yeah, I got that."

"No, you don't get it; cuz I just can't say how much-"

"Dean? What are you trying to do exactly?"

"Are you annoyed, yet?" Dean smirked as they reached their car.

"Is that what this is about?"

"O yeah." Dean eased himself into the passenger seat of his beloved Impala.

"Would you stop if I say you were right and I'm sorry I didn't listen to you?"

"Maybe?"

"You were right and I'm sorry I didn't listen to you." Sam repeated with a half smile.

"Alright, apology accepted, but I still -"

"Don't say it." Sam cut him off.

"Hate-"

"Dean." he begged.

"Witches." Dean laughed.

"GAAH."

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A/N: Alright, that's it! Hope you liked it and thanks for your supports. :)

It'd be nice to know what you think! :D

* YAY! Supernatural is almost here! *

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