Disclaimer: Sam, Dean, and the Demon are not mine.
It was just supposed to be a normal routine. Nothing was supposed to go wrong. Go in, save the children, and escape. But by the time they realized that they weren't just dealing with one spirit, they were surrounded. The family that had been murdered years ago was now spread throughout the room. Dean reached for his gun, but the spirits anticipated his move and threw it out of his hand.
The battle had begun, and it wasn't fair.
Sam and Dean were slammed against the wall and pinned there by an ancient desk. They pushed the rickety desk away, only to have an odd assortment of pictures, books, and other small objects thrown at them. When they started to retreat the ghosts would block the exit with bookcases or couches. Sam dived for the gun only to have a small table thrown at him and knocking him out. Dean tried to get to his brother but the spirits held him back. He continued to fight them until a vase was sent hurtling into his skull and he too collapsed on the ground.
The two children that Sam and Dean were supposed to be rescuing screamed as the family looked their way. They were flung into the wall before being thrown down next to the brothers.
The spirits formed a circle around the four unconscious people. One of them stepped forward; the spirit of a little girl, probably no older than seven or eight years old. In her hand she held a blood-stained knife. Two people had to die tonight. Who would it be?
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It didn't take long for someone to report odd noises coming from the old house. The next morning the local police chief was at the house. He knocked on the door and called out, "Hello? Is anyone here?" There was no response.
He pushed the door opened and walked inside. He walked down the hall to his left and paused. A room to his left seemed to have been barricaded closer. He threw his weight against the door until it broke open. He cautiously stepped in, his gun out.
The scene in front of him was shocking. All sorts of items were strewed throughout the room. Shelves had torn out of the wall, chairs had legs broken off, and tables were flipped over. Yet what caught his attention were the two bodies lying on the floor.
One of them was lying face down on the ground, but the other's face was clearly visible. The police chief recognized him and picked up his radio. "I'm over at the old Morgan place." He said. "I've got two bodies here."
"It's the Winchesters."