Sam and Dean Winchester pulled into an old farm town in South Dakota late on a Thursday night. There were rumors of a dangerous and angry spirit in an abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of town. The boys decided it was worth a look when Sam discovered that someone actually died as a result of injuries from this spirit. The boys pulled up to the hotel, got a room, and carried their things into the room. As soon as they were in Sam turned on the laptop and began to research. Dean looked over at him and sighed before going into the bathroom and taking a shower.

About ten minutes later Dean emerged from the bathroom, dressed only in his ratty blue jeans. He looked over at Sam as he dug through his bag for a clean shirt, or a shirt in general. "Find anything," he asked as he put a grey t-shirt on and walked over to Sam.

"Yeah," Sam answered somewhat excitedly. "This place hasn't been abandoned nearly as long as I thought, only about three years. Anyway, the last owner of the house was a man named Brian Reynolds. He had a daughter named Emily; apparently a very shy girl since it says most didn't know her. Here's the interesting thing, twenty years ago the house burned down, killing Brian's wife and their son Andrew. He was about three, almost four years older than her."

"Sounds familiar," Dean said simply. "Except you know, I'm not dead," he commented as he dried off his hair.

"So, Reynolds decided to stay in the house. He completely restored it just the way it had been and added a cellar. People said he was never the same after his wife died. I don't blame him but I'd draw a line at this, he used to lock him and his daughter in the house for days."

"Freak."

"Anyway, about three years ago he finally lost it, I mean really lost it. They say he killed his daughter then burned down the house, killing himself as well. I guess the spirit is his daughter seeking revenge or something."

"Fun," Dean said sarcastically. "We'll ask around tomorrow and go check it out tomorrow night. Sam nodded and they went to bed. Sam had trouble sleeping but that was nothing new for him.

The next day the Winchester boys asked casually around where they went about the house and the hauntings. All the stories were the same. The moment anyone stepped within six feet of the house a woman would appear, covered in blood. You would suddenly feel very nauseous and dizzy. The woman would scream and move toward you. The few that came in contact with the woman died instantly as their skin was set on fire. "Looks like we're definitely dealing with some sort of angry spirit," Dean said as they gathered the guns together to get ready for their hunt.

They threw the guns and supplies in the back of the car and headed for the Reynolds farm. As they pulled up they saw the charred remains of what had been a beautiful home. Sam and Dean got out of the car, got their weapons ready and slowly walked towards the house. Sure enough as soon as they got within six feet of the house they heard a woman scream. Next to Sam she appeared. Sam moved quickly. The nausea came on soon after that. Sam looked over at Dean as he actually threw up. "Dean," he shouted to his brother. He ran to Dean's side. "This isn't a spirit, at least that's not what's causing the nausea." He pulled Dean back to the car and it all stopped. "High frequency waves," he said simply. "That's all it is." He looked at the house as Dean stood up.

"Whatever that was my lunch back there," he shouted angrily. "Did you get a look at that girl? What the hell did her father do to her?"

"I don't know," Sam said distantly. He studied the house again and walked forward. As soon as he crossed the six-foot mark it started again. Sam looked around, trying to keep from reacting like his brother and losing his lunch. Finally Sam looked over towards the cellar. He saw what seemed to be some kind of projector inside. Sam took the gun and shot at it. Instantly it all stopped. He looked back at Dean. "I don't think this is a spirit." He paused and they slowly walked inside the burned house.

"That was a trap," Dean said as they looked around. Sam found what was left of Emily's room. It was decorated, as any girl's would be. There was a bit of pink but not too much, she was after all twenty-one when she died. Sam looked over at her dresser and found some of her clothes, burned but still in tact. They were mostly dresses, old ones too. They looked like they were from the early 19th century. He thought that was a little strange but maybe she was a vintage girl. "Brian Reynolds didn't want anyone in here for some reason," Dean said entering the room. "This must have been Emily's room."

Sam nodded as he looked around. He found a small bear on the bed, the only thing untouched by the fire. "He must have been hiding something, and I bet you anything its in that cellar." Dean nodded and the two left the house, walking around back to the cellar entrance. As soon as they opened the doors they knew something was off about it. The walls of the place were made of steel. Sam and Dean walked down the steps of the cellar and looked around. They found pictures on the wall, pictures of Emily and her father. They found older ones with four in the picture. "Dean," Sam said calling his brother over. He pointed to the picture of a beautiful blonde woman holding a baby girl and a little boy sitting on his father's shoulders. "That must have been Andrew," he said simply.

The boys continued to look around. After about ten minutes of searching Dean stopped and stared in front of him. There was a door that led into a small room. Dean opened the door and was floored by what he saw. "Sam," he whispered turning to his brother. "Sammy get over here."

Sam turned and looked over at Dean. He walked over and froze at his brother's side. The room was decorated much like Emily's upstairs. There was a bed in the middle of the room. That wasn't what caught their attention though. On the bed, in the center of the room was a woman, no older than Dean. Dean looked back at the pictures then at the woman who seemed to be sleeping. He looked over at Sam. "Emily," Sam said, raising his eyebrows.

As soon as Sam spoke the woman took in a sharp gasp. The boys looked towards her then at each other. Her fingers moved slowly and Dean walked over to her. She was pale, her faced stained with dirt and blood. In the corner of the room lay, what Sam and Dean could only assume were her father's charred remains. The bloodstains on her were unusual, to most anyway. "Sammy," Dean said looking over at his brother. Sam walked over and looked down at her. On the top of her forehead there were about four stains from drops of blood. It wasn't cuts or anything; it was from drops above her head. Sam looked at Dean and they both looked up. There was nothing there but the ceiling was black as if it had been burned. Sam continued to look at the ceiling while Dean looked down at the girl. "Holy crap," he said jumping back. This caused Sam to look down. The girl's eyes were open and watching them. Sam took a step back too.

The girl sat up slowly. She turned so her feet were dangling off the bed. Then she pushed herself off the bed, the blanket that had been on her before fell and the boys found that she was naked. Emily's legs were strong enough yet so as soon as she stood she fell. Dean caught her and set her back down on the bed. He instantly took his long leather jacket off and wrapped it around her, covering her up. Neither brother knew what to say at this point. "Hey," Dean said finally. The girl simply looked at him. There was a childlike look in her eyes that Dean had never seen in someone that age.

"I'll be right back," Sam said. He ran out of the cellar, into the house and Emily's room and grabbed a dress for her. Then he ran back to where Dean and Emily were. "Here," he said handing it to her. She took the dress and stared at them.

"Let me help," Dean said simply. She wasn't strong enough to stand on her own so it made putting the dress on very difficult. Dean held her up as she slipped the small white dress on. It was a bit big for her and hung off her shoulder but at least she was covered up. Dean continued to hold her up as he tied the dress behind her. "There ya go," he said as she sat down. Emily had huge innocent brown eyes and milky white skin. She had long brown hair that tended to fall in her face. "I'm Dean," he said simply. "This… this is my brother Sam. Are… are you Emily Reynolds?"

Emily looked from one of the boys to the other. Finally she nodded. "Em… Emi… Emily," she whispered. Her voice was hoarse and barely even audible. Dean smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear, getting it out of her face.

"Hi Emily," He said with a smile. "Can you tell us what happened?"

"Sle… sleep," she whispered hugging her knees to her chest on the bed. "Da… daddy said it was time… time for sleep," she whispered looking over at the skeleton. There was a draft down there and it gave her a chill. She shivered a bit and again, Dean wrapped his jacket around her.

Sam led Dean outside of the little room. "What are we going to do," he asked. "This isn't our kind of thing anymore."

"What are you talking about Sam. The girl's mother dies the same way ours does. Her house mysteriously burns down, twice. She's in a coma or something for three years and is still in perfect health except she could do with some stretching of her legs. There is no way she could have survived something like that if there were nothing supernatural going on here." He paused and looked at the frightened child staring at them. "I say we take her to the hotel and figure it out from there.

Sam sighed and nodded reluctantly. Dean sat down next to Emily and looked over at her. "Da… daddy still sleeping," she said softly.

Dean sighed and looked down for a moment. "Did he hurt you?" She bit her lip and terror filled her eyes. Slowly she nodded. She showed him her arms. They were covered with scars from different things, needles, cuts, cigarette burns. He sighed and shook his head. "Emily," he said softly. "We're going to protect you all right? Why would he hurt you?"

"Em… Emily ki… killed mother," she whispered. "And Andrew." Dean looked over at Sam. "Emily make the fire come."