Won't Let Go

Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard or Supernatural, not making any money, just cheap thrills.


Warnings: Slash, Established Couple, Incest, Violence, Supernatural, Language


Rating: FRT


Italics and/or * indicates thoughts

[ ] indicates the spirit


A/N: There is a reference to John Schneider somewhere in this chapter, a cookie for anybody who finds it.


Won't Let Go
Chapter 6


The next morning, they began the necessary research to determine who this spirit was. After a short discussion the night before, they had decided that it would be best if Sam and Dean worked together, while Luke worked with Jesse. Shortly after breakfast, Sam and Dean headed to Atlanta for a visit at the Smith Family Mortuary, and a look at Jud's file. Following his experience with the spirit, Dean was fairly certain that the spirit was in fact Jud Kane. However, until they had proof that he had not been cremated they would also need to consider other possibilites. That would be the job of Jesse and Luke; while the Winchester's were in Atlanta, the Dukes would be combing through the family records, looking for any possibility.


Pulling up to the mortuary, Sam and Dean straightened the ties they wore and headed inside. "Hello miss, my name is Sam Davis, this is my associate Dean Lewis. I wonder if it would be possible to speak with Mr. Smith?" Sam asked the receptionist, giving her his most charming smile.


"Yes sir, may I tell him what this is about?"


"It's a legal matter, I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to discuss it," Sam told her, giving every impression of regret.


A few minutes later, a middle-aged man stepped out of the back and invited the brothers into his office.


"Mr. Davis and Mr. Lewis was it?" Receiving nods of acknowledgement from both young men, Mr. Smith continued. "Melissa said that you needed to discuss a legal matter with me?"


"Yes sir, we represent the family of one Jud Kane. I believe you were the mortuary in charge of his cremation?" Sam asked.


"Is there a problem?"


"Oh no sir, we simply need to gather some information from Mr. Kane's file, it concerns some questions regarding his estate," Sam explained to the mortician.


"I see, well I don't suppose that would be a problem. I assume you have something from the family giving you legal permission to examine the file."


"Yes sir, Mr. Lewis," Sam paused turning to Dean and retrieving the letter Jesse had written for them. Handing the letter to Mr. Smith, they waited for him to read it. Finishing the letter, Mr. Smith excused himself to retrieve the file. Returning a moment later he handed them the file, going to his desk and waiting for them to gather the information they would need.


The moment they opened the file, Sam and Dean had confirmation that the spirit was Jud Kane. Within each file, there was a photo of the deceased. When they opened the file, there staring back at them was a middle-aged black man, definitely not Jud. "Mr. Smith, I'm afraid we've just discovered a new problem," Sam spoke up from across the room.


"Excuse me?" Mr. Smith asked, looking up from the paperwork on his desk, a confused look on his face.


"I don't know how to tell you this Mr. Smith, but the man you cremated wasn't Jud Kane."


"Don't be ridiculous, of course it was. Why I've been in this business for twenty-five years, as was my father before me. I don't know what sort of scam you're trying to pull, but it's not going to work young man!" Mr. Smith insisted, his voice growing louder as he spoke.


"Mr. Smith, I assure you we're not pulling a scam as you put it. Jud Kane was a young man, a boxer by trade and as white as you or I. The man who's picture is in this file, is certainly not Jud Kane, see for yourself." Sam told him, holding out the file for him to read.


Taking the folder from Sam, Mr. Smith opened it and stared at the picture within. Paling considerably, he nearly dropped the file in shock, "I don't know how this could have happened. I promise you, nothing like this has ever happened before."


"I'm sure it hasn't Mr. Smith," Sam responded sympathetically.


"Mr. Smith, I believe we can solve this problem without any publicity." Dean offered, speaking for the first time. "If you would allow us to use your phone, we will confer with our client and then tell you our proposal."


"I...uh, suppose that would be alright," Mr. Smith replied, motioning to the phone on his desk.


Dean waited, staring pointedly at the door until Mr. Smith took the hint and left the room. The moment he was gone, Dean called the Duke farm and explained what they'd found. Telling Jesse his plan, he made sure the older man would know what to say if Mr. Smith decided to check up on them. Hanging up the phone, he motioned for Sam to go and get the mortician. When Mr. Smith stepped back into the room, Dean wasted no time in explaining what they wanted to do.


"Mr. Smith, I've spoken with our client and he is in agreement with me. You see, Mr. Kane's family doesn't want to cause trouble, they just want to make sure his final wishes are carried out. To that end, we would like to examine the files for all the bodies that were handled by you from the date of Mr. Kane's death until a week later. I'm sure that it's a simple mix-up, and if we're lucky the body his was confused with was also cremated. If that turns out to be the case, we won't need to bother you any further, as that would still satisfy Mr. Kane's final wishes."


"I don't know about that, it's most unusual and these are private records. I really shouldn't be allowing you to examine any others without a court order," Mr. Smith protested.


"Well if that's the way you feel Mr. Smith, we certainly understand. Of course you understand, that if we are forced to obtain a court order, it will become a matter of public record," Sam told him, knowing the older man wouldn't want that.


"Oh my, I hadn't thought of that, well perhaps it would be alright, just this once. Of course the files will have to remain on the premises," he insisted.


Agreeing readily, Sam and Dean followed the other man back to the file room and waited for him to retrieve the appropriate files. The boys swallowed hard at the tall stack of files they would have to work their way through. "I didn't realize your mortuary was so busy," Dean commented, dreading the thought of looking through all those files.


"Normally we're not, but now that I see the dates, I think I know how the mix-up occured. You see that week there was an accident on the interstate, a terrible thirty car pile-up and sixty people died. Our mortuary handled half of them, in addition to our average week of about thirty funerals. In addition to the heavy work-load that week, many of the bodies were so badly damaged that a closed casket was needed..."


"Which explains why nobody noticed that it wasn't their relative that was being laid to rest," Sam finished for him. "Well Mr. Lewis, I guess we should get started," Sam said, moving to the table that held the files and beginning the task at hand.

It took several hours, but finally they found what they were looking for. "Got it!" Dean nearly shouted, holding up the picture of Jud Kane in triumph.


"Great, so what name is he buried under and where?"


"Let's see," Dean murmurred, flipping through the file searching for what he needed. "The name is Harvey Moore and he's buried in...Shady Pines Cemetary in...Snailville, GA." Dean told Sam, writing down the information as he spoke. "Alright, now we need to find somebody in here that was cremated...perfect, Josh Reeves. Okay we'll just put his picture in Mr. Moore's file and Jud in his, now let's go see Mr. Smith."

Picking up the file for Josh Reeves, Sam and Dean walked back to Mr. Smith's office. Stepping inside, they explained to the man what they had found. "Mr. Smith, we've found where the mix-up occured. It seems Mr. Kane's body was switched with that of a Josh Reeves. Luckily Mr. Reeves was also cremated, I've spoken to the family and since Mr. Kane's wishes were carried out they see no reason to go further with the matter. If it meets with your approval, they see no reason to disrupt the lives of the other man's family, given that both bodies were cremated."


"Oh my, yes I agree completely. I must say I'm relieved to discover that no real harm was done, and I would like to apologize for the terrible mistake that was made." Mr. Smith apologized, nearly falling over himself in his hurry to agree and avoid a nasty lawsuit.


"Good, good, glad you agree. Well now, we've cleared up that little misunderstanding and collected the information we were originally looking for, we must be going. Goodbye sir, you have a nice day," Sam said as he and Dean walked out the door.

Two hours later, they were pulling into the yard of the Duke farm. Climbing out of the car, they headed inside. Stepping into the kitchen, they were surprised to find the Duke men just sitting down to supper. Neither of them had realized it was that late. Smelling the food on the table, their stomach's reminded them that they hadn't eaten since breakfast.


"Well, you're just in time, come on in and sit down," Jesse invited.


Moving around the table they took their seats, directly across from Bo and Luke. Looking up after the blessing, Dean winced at the bruises he saw covering Bo's face. "Bo...I know it's not much, but I'm sorry I wasn't able to fight him better."


Fighting down the urge to leave the table, Bo reminded himself that it wasn't Dean's fault. "It's alright Dean, I know it wasn't you. Wouldn't be right to blame you for something that Jud did. You're sure it's him?" Bo asked, trying to hide his fear.


"Yeah, there's no doubt about that. The good news though is we know where he's buried, now all we have to do is find his grave. Soon as we do that, we salt and burn him, and problem solved," Dean told him confidently.


"How long's that gonna take?" Luke asked, wanting to fix this before Jud could attack again.


"That's the bad news part, it'll be a couple of days. First we have to find the cemetary, then the grave, finally we'll have to find out about security guards, caretakers, that sort of thing. We may get lucky and be able to do this as early as tommorrow night, but it may take a little longer. The other thing you should realize is that we don't know anymore how long it will take Jud to regain his strength..."


"So he could attack again at any time," Luke interrupted finishing for him.


"Exactly," Dean confirmed. Looking across the table at Bo, Dean nodded his head towards him, alerting Luke to the problem.


Turning towards Bo, Luke saw his cousin had turned as white as a sheet and was beginning to shake. "It's okay Bo, we're not gonna let him hurt you again," Luke assured him, wrapping his arms around the younger man.


"Don't do that Luke," Bo protested.


"Don't do what?"


"Make promises you might not be able to keep. I know you'll do everything you can to stop him Luke, but he's getting stronger and if he tries again you might not be able to."


"You're right Bo, is it okay if I promise to do my best to protect you?" Luke softly asked.


"Yeah, that'll work," Bo told him with a smile, leaning towards him for a gentle kiss.


"You gonna be okay now?"


"I think so, guess Dean just caught me off guard. I didn't realize that Jud might get strong again that fast, I'll be okay though." Bo assured his cousin, forcing himself to calm down as he turned back to his supper.

While the Winchester and Duke men spent the evening planning their next move, Daisy was at the Boar's Nest for her usual shift. In all the time she'd worked for Boss Hogg, Daisy had never before been as grateful for her job. At least while she was at work, she could forget about what was happening at home. She didn't have to think about this angry spirit and the things it had tried to do to Bo. As she moved about the bar, serving drinks and flirting with the customers, Daisy found her thoughts returning again to Rosco. She had been completely surprised to find herself pouring out her heart to Rosco of all people. She couldn't help chuckling as she remembered the look on Rosco's face when she started crying on his shoulder. Daisy figured she wasn't the only one who had been surprised by her actions. Taking a break, she smiled softly, remembering how kind and supportive Rosco had been. Though what really shocked her, was that she believed him and trusted him when he said he wouldn't tell anybody the things she'd said.


Going back to work, Daisy looked up from serving a table, smiling at Rosco as he walked through the door. Heading back towards the bar, Daisy found herself being stopped by Rosco. *I never noticed before how handsome Rosco is. Oh stop being ridiculous Daisy Duke, you and the sheriff dating, generations of Dukes would roll over in their graves.* Daisy couldn't believe the thoughts going through her mind as she looked up at Rosco.


"Alright Daisy Duke, I need to talk to you outside now," Rosco told her, taking her arm and pulling her towards the door.


"What now Rosco? Can't you see I've got customers to wait on?" Daisy asked, wondering what the man wanted, disappointed to see him acting like he always did.


"There's a problem with your jeep," khee,khee, Rosco giggled, continuing to pull her towards the door.


Reluctantly going outside with the sheriff, Daisy was surprised again when he moved her towards the side of the building, away from her jeep. "Rosco, what are you doing?"


"I'm sorry Daisy, I just didn't think it'd be good if folks seen us being friendly. Didn't want to cause any talk or anything. I wanted to ask if you were feeling any better?" Rosco kindly asked.


"I'm fine Rosco, I appreciate ya asking though," Daisy assured him, her voice trembling slightly.


"Are ya sure? You don't sound much like it," Rosco replied, noticing the way her voice shook.


"Well maybe not fine, but better than I was. It really helped having somebody to talk to, thank you Rosco for being there." Daisy told him, smiling at the blush that colored his cheeks.


"You're welcome Daisy...I didn't m...mind," Rosco stuttered out, embarassed by her words. *Ask her ya idiot!* Rosco ordered himself, trying to find the nerve to say what he wanted to. "Um, Daisy I was wondering, well I don't suppose..."


"Rosco, whatever it is, I won't get mad," Daisy assured him, having an idea of what he wanted to say.


"Well...Daisy would you consider going out with me, maybe sometime. That is, after all of this stuff with your family is over. Oh, nevermind, I don't know what I was thinking. Pretty girl like you, and a Duke, why would you want to go out with me?" Rosco asked, turning away and beginning to walk back to his car, kicking himself for asking.


"Rosco wait! You might give me a chance to answer," Daisy admonished him. Smiling at the shocked look on his face when he turned back to her, Daisy walked the few steps to him. "Rosco, I'd be happy to go out with you, after this is all over."


"You would?" Rosco asked, hardly daring to believe that he'd heard correctly.


"Yes, of course I would," Daisy assured him, ignoring the generations of Dukes who no doubt were howling in protest. "Rosco, I really need to get back to work, but why don't you call me in a few days," Daisy suggested, kissing his cheek and heading back inside.





The next morning at the Duke farm was spent in finding the location of the Shady Pine Cemetary and making plans. By the afternoon, Dean and Sam were ready to head to Snailville, hoping that they would get lucky and be able to fix the problem by that night. As the Winchester's climbed into the Impala, they didn't know Jud was watching them, well aware of where they were going.


[ ' I know your plans, too bad for the fag and my loving brother that you'll be too late.' Jud thought as he stood in the shadows, growing in strength and waiting for his chance to strike.]


TBC


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