Hey guys, this is the second story to my Sam/Chance series. It was based off of a story I read in "100 Ghastly Little Ghost Stories"...I can't remember the title, at the moment, but it's in there.

"The Monster in the Closet"

"Jacob?" Anna called out to her son, "Jacob, where are you?"

Her daughter Sally came into the room, "Mommy!"

"Sally…have you seen your brother?" Anna asked, kneeling down to look at her youngest child.

Sally looked at her feet, away from her mother.

"Sally, have you seen—?"

Sally simply nodded.

Anna sighed in relief, "Where is your brother?"

"In the closet," Sally said.

Anna frowned, "What closet?"

"In the upstairs closet."

"What is he doing in there?"

"I locked him in there," Sally answered.

Anna stared at Sally, then raced up the stairs to let Jacob out. When she opened the door however, she screamed hysterically.

***

Dean pulled to a stop in the Roadhouse parking lot, frowning at the car parked next to him.

Sam got out of the Impala, "What?"

Dean cocked his head at the car, "Where have I seen that car before?"

Sam frowned, the car did look familiar. "Dunno."

"Why do I suddenly have a headache?" Dean wondered aloud, as they walked toward the door.

"Dammit! Best two-outta-three!" Jo snapped, standing at the video-game machine.

"Nothin' doin'," the brunette said, taking the wad of bills from her. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."

Jo scowled at her, then walked behind the bar. The brunette smiled, counting her newfound cash as she walked back to her table.

"Chance?" Sam asked.

"Ah God...Dawson?" Dean groaned. "No wonder my head hurt."

Chance smirked, "Glad to know I trigger headaches."

"I can vouch for that!" Jo called.

Chance turned to her, and did a bow.

Dean sighed, and muttered, "I need a drink."

Jo handed him a beer, glaring at Chance.

Chance stuck out her tongue, then walked back over to her table. She opened her laptop, and logged into the internet.

"You ever see your friend Cody?" Sam asked, sitting down across from her.

"Why would I? He's dead," Chance said, eyes on the computer screen.

"Right," Sam nodded.

"Anyway...what'd you do to your arm?" Chance asked, noting the white cast on Sam's right arm.

"I ah..." Sam stammered, "I got tackled by a zombie."

Chance shook her head, "Wow...a zombie, huh?"

"Yeah..." Sam nodded, his cheeks going red.

Chance went back to her computer, "Ugh...talk about zombies..."

"What?" Sam asked.

"A woman found her son in a closet," Chance began.

"Okay," Sam answered.

"Her daughter said a little boy told her to lock her brother in the closet," Chance explained. "He was in the closet for a few hours, and when his mother finally found him, he was dead."

"After a few hours?" Sam repeated.

"Yeah," Chance nodded. "Except it looked like he'd been in there for a week."

"Huh..." Sam said, "Interesting."

Chance sighed, "I suppose you wanna come along?"

"Uh..." Sam began to stammer, "Not if...I mean...if you wanna do that alone..."

Chance smiled at him, "Okay...if you want to come along, you can. Three hunters is better than one, right?"

"Ah...right," Sam nodded, smiling as well.

If you want to read more, someone post a review. I just want one -- that's all I ask. It motivates me to write, and let's me know people are interested in my stories. I'm glad people seem to be reading them, but I'd like to know what you think. If you have a suggestion, don't like something, let me know.