SUPERNATURAL

THE PERFECT FAMILY

WRITTEN BY: MEMPHIS_HEAT123

Summary: The brothers investigate a ghost attack and discover that sometimes the worst monsters are actually humans. Crossoverwith Walker Texas Ranger: But not until close to the end of the story and they do not appear very long.

Warning: Contains discussion of child abuse and child molestation.

Warning: Contains a few curse words and mild violence.

Note: Set in early season # 1

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Dean woke up to the sounds of Sam typing on his lap top computer. He rolled over and looked at the younger man with blurry eyes.

"Dude." He said, glancing at the clock and seeing that it was only six in the morning. "Keep it down to a dull roar."

"Get up." Sam said, as he closed the lap top. "I found us a case, about seven hours from here."

"Make it ten; let me sleep for another three hours." Dean said, burring his head into his pillow.

"Get up Dean." Sam ordered.

"Dude." Dean grumbled, raising his head and glaring at Sam. "I am the big brother, I am the one who gets to give orders." Then he reburied his head into the pillow.

"Dean." Sam said, but the older man threw a pillow at him, without raising his head from the other pillow.

"Nothing you say will get me out of this bed." Dean mumbled.

"A ghost attacked a six-year-old little girl." Sam said. "Right now, she's out of the house. But no one believes that it was a ghost, so she will be returned to the house. And the ghost might hurt her again." Sam said.

"Damnit." Dean mumbled, crawling out of bed and grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt. "Be ready in ten minutes." Then he once again glared at his younger brother. "Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam smiled.

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Fifteen minutes later, the two brothers were in the Impala.

"What'cha got?" Dean asked, as he drove.

"Emily Patterson was found by the housekeeper, laying at the bottom of the stairs." Sam said. "She had a broken left arm, and a couple cracked ribs. She told the hospital staff and the police that a ghost pushed her down the stairs."

"She at the hospital now?" Dean asked.

"She's at a children's mental behavior clinic about twenty miles from town."

"Any other ghost sightings?" Dean wanted to know.

"No." Sam replied.

"Tell me about the town, and the kid's family."

"Lakeford Texas is a tiny town, population is in the low three hundreds. Main sources of income for the entire town is directly tied into farming. Major cash crop is cotton, which Emily's Dad practically runs."

"Which explains why they have a housekeeper." Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam agreed. "The family is loaded. Thomas and Sara Patterson are both from influential families. Thomas took over several cotton fields, cotton gins, clothing factories, etcetera from his parents. Sara's parents had their own clothing line. Both sets of parents are deceased, and Thomas and Sara are both only children."

"Anything in their past?"

"Not even a parking ticket." Sam replied. "Both are squeaky clean. Attend church, donate tons of money to charities, members of the PTA, and so forth and so on."

"What about the house?"

"They built it three years ago. And before you ask, nothing happened on the land."

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It was around noon when the boys arrived in Lakeford, thanks to Dean's lead foot. Dean parked the car in front of a small café and they got out of the car and walked inside. The café was crowded, but they found an empty booth near the back.

"What can I get you boys?" A middle aged woman asked with a smile.

"Bacon cheeseburger, chili cheese fries, and a coke." Dean replied.

"Grilled chicken sandwich, a side salad, and water." Sam said.

"Coming right up." She said, after writing down the orders.

"After lunch." Dean said. "I say we head over to the Patterson's, poke around a little."

"Good idea." Sam agreed. "According to the clinic's log book, both parents are still there. And the housekeeper has her book club meeting this afternoon."

"Dude, you are good." Dean praised. Then he smirked and added, "Course being that good on a computer just means that you're a geek."

Before Sam could reply, their meal arrived.

"You boys need anything else, just give me a holler." The waitress said.

"Thank you." Dean and Sam said in unison.

"After we check the house." Sam said, after the waitress walked off. "We can head over to the clinic and see if we can talk to Emily."

"Sounds like a plan." Dean said, right before taking a large bite out of his burger.

The door opened and a woman in her early twenties walked in, most of the men gave her a long look.

"Damn." Dean said, looking at the woman's ample breast. "They were right, they do grow'em bigger and better in Texas"

Sam shook his head, but said nothing.

"Hey, Chelsea." The waitress greeted the younger woman, handing her a bag of food.

"Hey, Miss Bertha." The younger woman returned the greeting.

"Have you heard from Tom and Sara?" Miss Bertha asked.

"Yes Ma'am, Sara called me a few minutes ago. Emily is coming home tomorrow."

"Is she bringing the ghost with her?" A teenage boy sitting at the counter asked, causing the other teenage boys with him to laugh.

"Joseph Hilton." Miss Bertha scolded, glaring at the boy. "That was rude and uncalled for, Emily is just a little kid."

"Sorry, Ma'am." The boy said, blushing. "I didn't mean any harm."

"Sara wanted to tell me that she still wanted Emily to have her piano lesson Saturday." Chelsea said. "She and Tom want Emily to get back to her normal routine immediately."

"How can she play piano with a broke arm?" A man sitting at the counter asked.

"I can teach her a few songs that only require one hand." The young woman said. "Or sat beside her and be her left hand. I better run, see you later."

"I am so considering taking up the piano." Dean said, watching the woman's butt as she walked out of the café.

"Come on." Sam said, standing up. "We don't have much time."

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Breaking into the Patterson house was easy for Dean and Sam.

"This place it huge." Dean said, as him and Sam walked around the living room. It was a three story Victorian style mansion.

"Anything?" Sam asked, nodding to the EMF meter in Dean's hand.

"Nothing."

"Let's check the stairs."

The brothers walked to the stairs, but still no reading.

"Emily's room?" Dean suggested.

They walked upstairs and tried doors until they found one that was obviously a little girl's room. It was done in pinks and purples, and was filled with stuffed animals and dolls.

"Hey." Dean said, picking up a Barbie doll that was laying on a small table. "I found you a girlfriend."

"Hilarious." Sam said, shaking his head.

"I'm not getting anything." Dean said, looking at the EMF meter.

Sam looked under the bed and pulled out a shoebox. He set it on the bed and opened it.

"Wow." Sam said, confusion evident in his voice. "That's um…disturbing."

"What it?" Dean asked.

"This." Sam held up a Barbie doll, this one was mutilated. The hair had been cut in places causing bald spots, the clothes were ripped and dirty, a nail had been pushed through the doll's forehead, and both hands and feet had been cut off.

"Yeah." Dean said. "That's creepy."

"There are four dolls in here." Sam said. "All of them look about the same."

"Are we looking for a ghost who plays with dolls?" Dean asked. Then he chuckled and said. "Remember that time I cut all of the heads off of your dolls?"

"They were not dolls." Sam said, glaring at him. "They were action figures."

"Whatever, man."

Sam laid the doll on the bed, and then frowned.

"What's up?" Dean wanted to know.

"The bed's damp." He said, sniffing of his fingers. "She peed the bed."

"Kids pee the bed all the time." Dean shrugged. "You did up until you were fifteen."

"Dude, I only peed the bed that time because you duct taped me to the bed when I was asleep and could not get up to go to the bathroom."

"You shouldn't have died my hair purple the night before."

"You're the one who started the stupid prank war when you glued my shoes to the floor."

"Yeah." Dean smirked. "That was good."

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Later that afternoon, Dean and Sam walked into the clinic where Emily was at. They walked over to the front desk, where an older woman with graying hair was sitting.

"Can I help you?" She asked, in a bored voice.

"I am Doctor Allen Bradshaw." Dean said, as him and Sam showed her their fake id's. "This is Doctor Francis Twidmyers."

Sam gave his brother a quick glare, he was really going to have to stop letting Dean handle the fake id's.

"We would like to speak with Emily Patterson."

"My I ask why?" A middle aged man wearing a white lab coat asked, as he walked over. "I am Emily's doctor."

"Doctor Stevenson." Dean greeted, after reading the man's name tag. "We are with the Dallas Children's physiatrist hospital, we are here to evaluate young Emily."

"That will not be necessary." Stevenson said. "Emily is to be released in the morning, she has admitted that she was only playing when she said a ghost was responsible for her unfortunate accident. She thought it would be funny."

"We would still like to speak with her." Dean said, pulling out a card and handing it to him. "Feel free to call out boss."

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Dean and Sam walked into a brightly colored room filled with toys and children's painting hung on the wall. Emily was sitting at the child sized table, coloring a picture.

"Hello Emily." Dean smiled, as he sat in the small chair beside her. His knees and his shoulders were about the same height.

"Hey Emily." Dean smiled, but the little girl didn't look up.

"What'cha drawing?" Dean asked, looking at the picture. It was a large tree and a stick figure wearing a dress was sitting on a high branch. "Is that you?"

Emily nodded her head, but didn't look up.

"That is a very good drawing, I can't draw at all."

"Are you a doctor?" She asked, finally looking up.

Dean started to say yes, but as he looked into her pale blue eyes he couldn't. "My name is Dean, this is my brother Sam. We want to help you."

"Help me what?"

"Help you stay safe from the ghost."

"There is no ghost." She said softly, looking back down. "I lied."

"Are you sure?" Dean asked, hoping she was now telling the truth. That there was no ghost out to hurt her.

She nodded her head.

"Why did you lie?" Dean asked, his voice soft.

"Why are they sending me home tomorrow?" She asked, ignoring his question.

"Because you said there was no ghost." Dean replied. He gently lifted her chin with a fingertip, so they were looking into each other's eyes. "Emily, I need to know the truth. I promise no one will be mad regardless of the answer. Did you see a ghost?"

"Ghosts are make believe." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. A few tears slid from her eyes. "Like Tinkerbell and Sponge Bob. They aren't real."

"Then why did you say you say one?" Dean asked, his voice still calm and soothing.

The little girl didn't answer, she just went back to coloring. Dean tried a few more times to get her to talk, but she ignored him.

"Bye Emily." Dean said, as he stood up. "Have fun coloring."

Emily looked up and smiled and handed him the picture.

"For me?" Dean asked, smiling.

She nodded.

"Thank you, it is a very wonderful picture."

Emily grabbed another piece of paper and started coloring another picture.

Sam watched the interaction between Dean and Emily and couldn't help but to smile. His big brother was tough as nails and could be as hard as stone at times. But he had a big heart, and could be gentle and caring when the moment called for it.

Dean and Sam walked out of the room and down the hall a little ways. Then they stopped and started talking.

"Think she's telling the truth now?" Sam asked.

"I don't know." Dean sighed. "There was something in her eyes, she's scared. I just don't know if it's because of a ghost or what."

"What do you want to do?"

"Stake out her house for a few days, make sure nothing is going on." Dean said.

"Alright."

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To Be Continued.

I have the second post wrote, but I have to proof read it. I will have it up by tomorrow night. Please let me know what you think.