What if people from Sam's past were guests at the inn?

Sam and Dean pulled up to the inn that was their next case. "Man, this is awesome. We never get to work cases like this," Dean said.

"Cases like what?" Sam asked. He could never understand how his brother could get so jazzed up about hunting. He only did it because it was important and to save lives, but Dean actually seemed to like it.

"Old school haunted house," Dean answered. "It's so gothic."

"Gothic?" Sam questioned, a little surprised Dean even knew the word.

"Yes, Sam. I do know how to read, you know," Dean shot back.

"So, what happened here again?" Sam asked, changing the subject as he leaned against the Impala.

"Five deaths in five days," Dean answered.

"And they haven't been shut down?" Sam asked.

"I know. It's weird." Dean had wondered about that himself. Even though the deaths were all unrelated and not necessarily the inn's fault, the mere fact that there were so many in one space, should have had the police clearing the area just to be on the safe side.

"How did they die?" Sam asked.

"First guy killed himself by hanging himself from a ceiling fan. The next night, a woman drowned in the bath tub. Next day a kid drowned in the swimming pool. Then a little old lady fell down the stairs. And finally, yesterday, a college kid drank himself into a stupor and choked on his vomit."

"That's classy," Sam said.

"Yeah."

"So, we're thinking not random coincidence?" Sam asked hopefully. He couldn't imagine what could be doing something like this, but it definitely didn't sound fun, whatever it was. Just because he had never experienced random coincidence didn't mean it didn't exist.

"When is anything like this just random coincidence?" Dean asked.

"So, what do we think is doing it?" Sam asked. "It doesn't sound like a ghost. There's no pattern."

"No idea. Let's check in and see if we can find out if anything like this has happened in the past," Dean said.

They pushed up off the Impala and headed into the lobby.

"Hi," a woman behind the desk said. "Are you checking in?"

"Yes," Dean answered.

"One king-sized bed?" she asked.

"What? No two singles. We're brothers," Dean practically yelled. Why did everybody think they were gay? He was turning about 8 shades of red he was so mad.

"Oh. I'm sorry." She really seemed to have offended him even though she hadn't meant to. The only thing she could think of was how scary he looked at that moment.

"That's OK," Sam said, and shot his brother a look. Dean looked like he was going to explode.

"So, I noticed the parking lot is kind of empty," Dean said, after he calmed down.

"Yes. We've had a few accidents in the last few days and a lot of people have checked out." Susan was relieved that he didn't seem to be holding a grudge.

"Accidents?" Sam asked.

"Yes. I can assure you, though, the inn is perfectly safe. It was all just stuff that could have happened anywhere."

"I'm sure you're right," Dean said. "Are we the only guests at the moment, then?" That would be ideal. The less civilians here to get in the way, the better.

"No, there's a family staying here. They've been here almost a week." She handed Dean a key and said, "My name's Susan. If you need anything, let me know."

"Thanks," Sam said. They turned to go up the stairs to their room, when an 11 year old girl came running down the stairs.

"Sam," she yelled.

Dean looked at the girl, not recognizing her. He then looked at Sam, who was standing next to him frozen.

"Sam, it's me, Tyler," the girl said as she reached them and threw her arms around Sam.

"Hey, Tyler," Sam said, hesitantly and put one arm around her too. "How have you been?"

"OK. What about you?" she asked.

"OK. Um, this is my brother, Dean."

"Hi, Dean," Tyler said.

"Hey, Tyler. How do you know my brother?" Sam didn't seem to be forthcoming with the information, so he figured he'd ask the kid.

"He was my sister's boyfriend until she died," Tyler said.

"Oh," was all Dean said as understanding washed over him. No wonder Sam was so stiff.

Just then, a man and a woman appeared at the top of the stairs. "Tyler, where are you?" the man yelled.

"Downstairs, Dad," Tyler answered.

Sam turned white. He hadn't seen Jessica's parents since before Jessica died. They had been out of the country and were going to hold her funeral later. Sam didn't go back for it.

"Look who's here," Tyler announced happily to her parents when they got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Who, dear?" her mother asked with a smile on her face that disappeared the second she looked up and saw Sam.

"You have some nerve showing up where we are," her father said. "Did you know your friend killed our daughter?" heasked, addressing Dean.

"Now, hold on a minute," Dean began, but Jason Moore cut him off.

"He started a fire in their apartment. He got out and left her in there to die," Jason yelled.

"That's not what happened," Dean said.

"Dean, let's just go upstairs," Sam said softly. These people had been like his own family. He had spent Christmases, Thanksgivings and other holidays with them. They had welcomed him into their home and hearts and now they hated him. Sam had felt rejection all his life, but it had never hurt him like this did. He didn't blame them, though. Jessica was beautiful, smart, and perfect in every way. And she was dead because of him.

Dean shot the couple a glare and followed Sam upstairs. "What a jerk!" he said when they got in their room.

"No, he's not, Dean," Sam defended the man, who had been like a second father to him. And considering his first father, that made him pretty special.

"He accused you of killing Jessica. If he...," Dean began, but Sam cut him off.

"Can we just drop it, OK? Let's see if we can figure out what is behind these deaths before it strikes again. It's been killing every day. It's noon now, so we have less than twelve hours to stop it. And Dean, if anything happens to a member of Jess's family…. Well, I just don't think I could live with myself. After I got her killed, I owe it to her to keep her family safe."

"OK, let's do some research. You research deaths in the area and here at the inn, and I'll take a look around. See if I can't find some EMF or sulphur or slime from Slimer," Dean said.

Sam rolled his eyes at the last remark, but pulled out his lap top to get to work.