"Awesome!" Dean cheered as he hung up his cellphone and turned to his little brother, "Ellen just called. We've got a case."

"And?" Sam lifted his eyebrows, "What's so wonderful about that? Last time we got a case from her, you were not too happy about it. I can actually recall you saying pretty inappropriate things when—"

"Well that was then", Dean interrupted Sam, "And I only bitched about it 'cause it was clearly a shapeshifter case and damn, I hate those things!"

"So, what do we got this time?"

Big, bright smile enlightened Dean's face:

"A classic haunted house. Well, a hotel, actually."

"A haunted hotel?" Sam asked and a cute, little 'I'm thinking'- wrinkle appeared on his forehead, "Didn't we have a case like that—"

"Yeah", Dean iterrupted again, "The one time when you got really drunk and cried like a baby."

"I didn't—"

"But this is different because the place has been abandoned for years and it's all dusty and broken-windowed and… You know, a classic haunted house. Man, I am so excited!"

"Yeah", Sam said slowly, "I can see that. Just don't cream your pants over it 'cause that'd be awkward…"

"Oh shut up, Sam. Get your ass up and start packing, we've got work to do."

Dean got up of the hotel bed and started to gather his things. Sam smiled and followed his brother's example.

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"So, where is this mystery mansion of yours?" Sam asked as Dean started the Impala.

"Louisiana", Dean smirked, "Near Baton Rouge. Fits, right? You know, hoodoo, superstitions, all that stuff…?"

"Seems like this time it's more than superstition. So, the usual haunting signs? Weird noises, flickering lights?"

"Yup."

"Could be just rats and old powerlines."

"Except the power was cut off years ago", Dean told and gave his brother a slightly irritated glimpse, "And why do you have to be such a killjoy? Couldn't you just be happy about the fact that for once we have a case that ain't too hard? For once we know exactly what to do!"

"Yeah, yeah", Sam answered, "Check the place, find out why the spirit hasn't moved on and what it wants, then kill it or set it free."

"And what's so bad about that?"

"Nothing, really. I just have a bad feeling about this one."

Dean gave his brother a semi- worried look:

"A bad feeling like, I had a vision in wich we're all gonna die, or just like, I'm all melancholy and moody and it doesn't matter since we're all gonna die anyway?"

"I don't know", Sam shrugged, not picking up the bait his brother had just cast for him, "I mean, I haven't had a vision for days, but I still have a bad feeling about this. Call it intuition or whatever you want."

"I call it PMS. No, seriously", Dean said, " Sometimes I could swear you're a girl."

When Sam didn't answer, Dean made his last attempt to cheer his brother up:

"Come on. It's summer and it's really beautiful at Louisiana this time of year. You're gonna like it."

"Oh yeah, swamps, alligators and old folks with no teeth… just what I need."

"For Christ's sake", Dean snapped, "What is it, huh? You're so tense you could be used as a piano string!"

Sam huffed.

"You need to get laid", Dean decided, "We'll find you a nice, pretty creole girl and then feel all better, trust me."

"I don't want a nice, pretty creole girl."

"Ok, a creole boy then. Whatever rocks your boat."

"Yeah, fuck you too…"

Dean smirked:

"Sam used the f- word…"

"Cut it out!" Sam yelled but couldn't help himself laughing, "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

Dean grinned even wider:

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

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"My oh my, look at that."

Sam had to agree, the building in front of him was quite impressing. Though the paint was chipping and most of the windows were broken, it was easy to imagine what it had looked like in it's glory days.

"Yeah. Quite impressive."

"I bet it has a secret hoodoo- room in it."

Sam rolled his eyes:

"Dude, you've been watching too many movies…"

"Maybe", Dean grinned, "But this is still pretty cool, don't you think?"

"Sure. The floors are rotten and---"

"And we're all gonna die. I know. Let's take a closer look, shall we?"

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At first they circled around the house. The garden looked just like it was, not been taken care for years, but it was still beautiful. Wild flowers grew along with the ones that had been planted years ago, all together in chaotic harmony. The scent of them was almost overwhelming. Old majestic trees were covered in moss, and the grass had grown long. The only thing missing was sound. There were no birds, no crickets, nothing. The silence was complete.

"Creepy", Dean stated, and all Sam could do was nod. The air was hot, humid and oppressive. You could almost feel something evil lurking around, and it was still bright in the middle of the day. Yeah, Sam definately had a bad feeling about this one.