AN: This is my first story and my mother language isn't English so please don't be mean when it will be bad or there will be some grammar mistakes. :)) Hope you will enjoy it. But please review what you like or not! :))

House Encounter

The Impala stopped in front of old three-storey house. Dean and Sam stepped out of the car and looked towards the house. Sam grinned on Dean. They had some fighting earlier and Sam wanted to be back in the motel as soon as possible. He knew that Dean will go off on some drink in some pub and he will be finally alone for while.

"Let's do it." He barked at Dean and went to the trunk.

Dean just watched him with guilty look. He knew that Jessica's death wasn't easy for Sam. But searching for their dad was hard too. They were both tired so fight was no surprise. Sam gave him strange look.

"You're coming or what?"

Dean smiled weakly and took his shotgun out of the trunk. They were on their way to the house when they saw a gaze of light shine through one window but it was gone in a moment. Dean looked at Sam.

"Did you see that?"Dean asked.

"Yeah, I did." Sam nodded.

"Maybe some kids just wanted to see something scary."

Sam shrugged and they both prepared their weapons. They approached the house. At first there was quiet. Then they heard subdued voices. They came from upstairs. Then there were heard slow steps. They were getting closer to the stairs. Dean, followed by Sam, started to walk up the old stairs. They tried to walk quietly but the ancient stars wanted otherwise. Through the old housed resonated loud crack, as Dean stepped on one of the wrong steps. The noises from upstairs got faster and closer to them. Before they realized, two guns were pointed at them. They saw two figures standing on the edge of the stairs and they definitely weren't some teenagers and they were also nothing they came here to hunt. Rough voice asked them.

"What are you?!"

Sam and Dean figured from those words that those people in front of them were hunters too.

"My name is Sam and this is my brother Dean and we are..."

"And you are hunters too." Ended the voice, now they knew it was a man, instead of him.

"You are Winchesters right?"

"Yes. And you are?" Sam asked them.

"My name is Cole and this is my sister Carol."

Dean and Sam started recognising shapes of their faces. Cole was tall and short haired. Also he seemed good built. Carol was smaller with long wavy hair. And she was slim. But not too slim Dean thought. That was everything that they could see. It was too dark and the light from the moon wasn't strong enough to lighten all of the space in the house. All of sudden the lights in the house started shining. They exchanged surprised looks but also all of them started to examine the faces of the others. Sam just cross eyed them. They seemed like nice people when he let out the shotguns. Dean first looked down Cole very carefully. His hair was dark, eyes were also dark and with dangerous sparkles. His face was cut very sharp. Instead his sister's hair was almost blond, her eyes green-blue and her face wasn't sharp that much. When he stopped with examining he realised that she was looking right in his eyes. He felt how the blood got in to his cheeks and he knew he must've got bit red in the face. Then he noticed how Cole was watching him. His eyes were studying him. And then the lights went off. For moment they couldn't see a thing but when started it was just in time. More ghosts were approaching them. Most of them were coming up the stairs so they started to run down one of the corridors. Sam was trying to open the doors they were running around. One opened and he shouted on the rest of them and they entered the room. They made a salt circle in the middle.

"It's too many of them. We won't be able to get to their bones." Carol said desperately.

"Yeah, you are right." Cole nodded

"Wait. You know something where the bones are?" Dean asked. Both nodded.

Dean was about to say something but the lights got back on. Before they got used to the light it went off again. They couldn't see anything for moment. When they started to see again there were ghosts around them. And the lights were again on. And off. And more ghosts appeared. And the lights were once more on. And off. And then it was so old in the room. And the wind started blowing. And the wind blew away the salt.

TBC

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