The End | {BOOK 5}

54| Containing the Ghosts

We unbarred the door, heading outside where all the previous zombies were now scattered on the ground.

"Hey, it worked," Belphegor held up a hand to Cass. "High five."

"The spirits have been destroyed," Cass observed, ignoring the demon.

"No, I just, uh, blasted them out of those bodies," Belphegor corrected him. "Yeah."

"So, where are the ghosts, then?" I asked.

We headed to the Impala, racing off while Sam did some research on his tablet.

"I mean, come on," Belphegor said, staring at himself in the rearview mirror. "I look good."

"Anything?" Dean asked Sam.

"No, not yet. I mean, the news, they didn't... It just... I'm not seeing anything about a-a worldwide zombie apocalypse."

"So... ghostpocalypse. Maybe it's just happening here."

"Yeah. For now," Belphegor said. "I mean, the souls gotta go somewhere, right?"

"Yeah, how many we talking about, by the way?" I asked the demon. "Souls?"

"In Hell?"

"Yes."

"Two, three billion."

A horn honked as we all shared a worried look.

"Alright," Dean swallowed. "Let's just stick to the plan, alright? We head to the Bunker, figure out a way to close the rift."

"Yeah. If you can," the demon in the backseat stated.

"Well, you got a better idea?"

" I do not. But if you wanted to buy some time, you could always contain the ghosts."

"Contain them how?" Sam asked.

"Magic."

"And you just happen to know the right spell?" Cass glared over at Belphegor beside him.

"Lucky you," the demon grinned.

"What do you mean by 'contain'?" I questioned.

"Imagine a salt circle a mile wide. No ghosts get in, no ghosts get out."

"Yeah. Great. Okay."

"No," Cass protested. "That town... Harlan, Kansas... is less than a mile from the cemetery."

"Then we get everybody out," Dean shrugged.

"How?"

"We lie."

We came up to a car sitting abandoned on the road ahead, lights on, door open, and radio playing.

"You see that?" Sam said. "Pull over."

Dean did, he, Sam and I drawing our guns as we approached the car.

 I'm in love with you 
And I'm crazy 'bout the things you do
You're more to me than any pot of gold
You make me feel so good deep in my soul
It's too good to be true
That I'm in love with you
It's too good to be true
A sweet-hearted girl like you
And if you ever depart from me
I'd live on in misery

"There's no body," Dean observed.

I can't believe that you're for real

"This look familiar to you?" Dean looked to his brother.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Looks like a woman in white."

"Exactly."

Sam looked contemplative for a moment.