Ok. This is my first fiction, I hope you enjoy it, I sure enjoyed writing it. If you like it then maybe I just found myself a hobby.

I just made my account, and didn't know you had to wait three days to be able to post. So, while I waited, I finished the story, so you wont have to wait for me to update.

A little preliminar notes. English isn't my first language, so I'm sure there are many spelling mistakes or words I used the wrong way thinking they meant something else, so if anyone finds any, please let me know to fix it.

Disclaimer: Almost forgot. I don't own the characters in the story or any situation related to the TV show Supernatural.

Well, on to the story.

Sam felt a chill run down his spine as he caught sight of the old and somber house in the distance. He didn't think it was caused by the knowledge of what had happened in said house, but he wasn't sure he had sensed anything supernatural about the house either. It was probably just his nerves messing with him. He sighed and shook his head lightly, trying to get rid of the feeling that they should just turn around and leave the house alone.

Dean was distracted from his own thoughts by his brother's sigh and gave him an amused look.

"Nervous?" Asked Dean, obviously trying to keep himself from smiling. Though he knew this job was serious business, he was compelled by his big brother genes to tease his little brother about being afraid of a haunted house.

"Yeah, a little." Sam said, turning to look at his brother with such a serious face that Dean's forming smirk disappeared. Sam turned his attention back to the house, which was only a couple hundred feet away now, and said nothing more.

Dean gave his brother a confused look, before realizing what he meant. It had been only two months since the incident at the Roosevelt Asylum, Sam was obviously scared that the same thing would happen again. And given the history of the house, he couldn't deny that he had been thinking the same thing.

The sun was setting already by the time they parked in front of the house, the oranges and pinks lighting the sky made a beautiful scenery, rudely contrasted by the decaying building standing over them.

Dean walked around the car to the open trunk and started getting the stuff they would need. Two shotguns loaded with rock salt, lighter fluid and a bottle of salt. He patted the front pocket of his jacket to make sure he had his Zippo and, with a content nod, closed the trunk and turned to his brother to hand him one of the shotguns.

Sam stood still, his back to Dean, facing the house. It wasn't until then that Dean took a good look at the place. The two-story house looked pretty damaged, it seemed like no one had been there for a while. The boards covering the outer walls must have been good quality because very few were missing, but almost all of them had the white paint peeled off. The saddle back roof had many tiles missing, and a particularly damaged spot was covered in tables to protect the interior from the weather. To accentuate the eerie appearance of the house, the porch was crossed with yellow police line tape.

Dean walked behind his brother and put a hand on his shoulder, making him jump. Sam turned to look at his brother expecting another comment on his faltering nerves, but Dean simply handed him a shotgun. Sam started walking towards the house, but stopped at the sound of his brother speaking.

"Don't worry so much, Sammy" Sam turned to look at his brother again. "We'll stick together this time" Dean said, trying to ease his brother's worries a little. Sam nodded. "Besides, if you so much as look at me funny, I'll put your lights out in a heartbeat." Dean grinned.

"Thanks, man" Sam fake smiled. "You really know how to make me feel better."

"Don't mention it. What are big brothers for?" Dean said, and Sam couldn't help a little laugh. Not two weeks ago, Dean would leave the room if Sam tried to talk about what had happened at the asylum, but now he could joke about it, and Sam felt a little of the guilt he'd been carrying around the last couple of months melt away. The mood was actually a little lighter.

Passing under the yellow tape, Dean approached the door and kicked it open. Both he and Sam entered the house.

Author's Note: I want to thank H.T.Marie for pointing out the 'tables' thing. My vocabulary is limited so I appreciate the help : )