A/N: This is a self-insert fic for my best friend lol. It was supposed to be done for christmas but that didn't happen. I changed a lot cuz I really don't want to deal with the show as a whole.
Chapter 1.
The house was small and mostly quiet, except for the creaking wood and slamming doors. The old friends did what any other first time home renters would do: stay. The pair was definitely in no position to move out seeing as they just moved in. Cece, the older of the two by five months, was the first to admit they have a problem. Nina, the younger by only five months, was content to ignore it.
"I can't sleep at night and it's making me too tired to work on my lesson plans!" Cece complained two weeks after the initial move. The summer was peaking in the middle of July and the two friends were convinced that if the ghosts didn't kill them the heat definitely would.
"Take some NyQuil and whiskey and call it a night, Cece." Nina, the ever most helpful, suggested. Cece gave her a look and sighed. The two of them sank further into the couch, too lazy to even fan themselves.
"This would be easier if we had air conditioning," Cece whispered. Nina groaned in agreement. At two in the afternoon, the July sun was determined to melt their tiny house. When Cece asked Nina to move to Torrey, Utah with her, Nina said no. More specifically, no way in hell. But after the puppy-eyes and begging, Nina agreed. Cece had trouble finding a decent teaching job in California that allowed her to live without starving every other week. When she applied for Utah, it was the cost of living that made the decision. Nina found a job as a front desk administrator for the local police department, definitely not a receptionist. While they wallowed in the heat a door opened and slammed closed twice. Nina sighed and closed her eyes. Cece took off her glasses pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I wish there was some damn wind that I could blame that on," Nina muttered trying not to sound scared. A knock at the front door brought out a shout from the two of them. Cece collected herself first and went to answer the door. The little old lady who lived to their right was standing with a hard glare in her eyes.
"You know you can't stay here," she said with steel in her voice.
"Well no shit," Nina said from the couch.
"Nina!" Cece hissed before addressing the elder. "We're painfully aware but, we have no options at this point."
"This house has seen too much evil," she said, her voice wavering. Nina didn't bother to get up from the couch to deliver her reply.
"How would you know?"
"Would you like to come in?" Cece asked, her good conscience getting in the way of being openly annoyed with the old lady. The woman scoffed in response.
"I'm putting myself in danger just by standing on the porch," she whispered as if something might be listening. The old lady took Cece's hand, almost pulling her out of the house. "Many lives have been claimed, too many. I want to help but, you need to get out of this house." Her voice shook with a desperation that made Nina walk to the door. Nina took the old woman's hand from Cece's and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Ma'am," she began softly for the first time that day, "We appreciate the concern but, honestly, you're freaking us out more than we need to be. We'll be fine." She let go and took a step back. She gently moved Cece behind the door. "Thank you for visiting us. I hope we can talk again soon." Nina almost felt bad for shutting the door on such an old woman but, it couldn't be helped. Cece wanted to scold her for being so rude but, she was more relieved than anything.
"I'll call someone! I'll get you help!" The old woman yelled through the door.
"Thank you!" Cece called back. There was some shuffling and Nina rushed to the window to make sure the old woman had actually left.
"She made into her house; you can stop worrying," Nina told Cece who was waiting in the living room. Cece let go of her breath.
"She was old! And you were so rude!" Cece said. Nina simply shrugged in response.
"Look, all we have to do is ignore it and it will go away. You can't feed into it, Cece." Nina then went on to ramble about what they were going to eat. But, something in Cece's gut told her to be wary. Something about how the moans and groans of the house seemed deliberate, and not the residual energy proposed by many ghost-busters, ate at her core. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't just ignore it.
A week later, 1,300 miles away in Custer, Washington, two men were starting the day by hating their lives. Sam and Dean rose and groomed in silence. The routine was getting more than tiresome. Having defeated the yellow-eyed demon and losing their dad, there wasn't much about hunting that kept them there. There were new hunters, fresh and full of enthusiasm. Sam at 24, was dying to get back to school while school was still fresh in his system. Dean at 28, didn't want hunting to be his only thing in life. The brothers had had an extensive talk on what they were going to do next the night before. They were both sure that they could get Sam back to Stanford with some finesse and paperwork. Dean would find a job nearby and start off at a community college. And yet, there they were, plan formed still unsure of how to start. The two shared a look, and it said everything.
"Just one more," Sam said. Dean smiled.
"Took the words right out of my mouth." Dean leaned against the headboard of the motel bed. Sam sat on the edge of his bed. "Something light, though. Ease us out of it."
Sam took out his phone and began to search hashtags…on Instagram.
New cross-stitch pattern for my great-granddaughter! It was tricky with the arthritis but, I think I got it down. :) #crossstitch #knitting #babyclothes #pink #grandmaknits .
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P.S. Does anyone know how to get rid of a #haunting? My poor young neighbors don't know the trouble they're in. Any help would be much appreciated. #ghosthaunting #hauntedhouse #helpwanted
Sam almost laughed at the picture above the caption. It was a small sweater in a rose pink color on top of a floral tablecloth. The user name Grandma_Knits was also a bit offsetting. Sam wasn't sure if he should take it seriously or not. Before even asking Dean about it he decided to message the grandma.
Hello, Grandma Knits. My name is Sam.
My brother and I are ghost hunters
and I was wondering if you could give us
some details about what's going on?
To his surprise, he didn't have to wait long for a response.
Hello, Sam. My name is Edith.
I do hope this is not a prank.
I've had too many of those since
I posted that message a week
ago.
Nice to meet you, Edith.
I can assure you this is not a prank.
My brother and I are very serious
about our work.
Well, Sam, I know the house is very old.
The original home was one of the first
built in our small town. Of course,
the renovations make it look much
more up to date. It reeks of evil.
What about the people who live in
the house? From the post, it
didn't sound as if it was you.
Well, no. It's my neighbors. They're a
young couple and they won't listen to
my warnings. Even from next door I
can hear the doors slamming and
the screaming.
Is it your neighbors screaming?
I wish. I'll give those girls
their due credit. It's the same
man who died a while ago.
Sam had decided. A simple ghost haunting. This old lady seemed convinced that something very real was happening to her neighbors. Sam wondered just how young these people were to be able to try to live through something like that. He threw a pillow at Dean.
"I got us a case," he said, ducking the pillow Dean threw back.
"That quick? It was barely twenty minutes?" Dean sat up. Sam shrugged.
"Yeah, well, hashtags work really well. I found this old lady-"
"-Are you sure she's all there?" Dean was skeptical.
"Yes, listen. She's worried about her neighbors. Even if it's nothing, it will be the easy hunt we're looking for. Something to calm us down." Dean was quiet as he thought it over. Sam got the address for the old lady and looked up the drive. It was roughly eighteen hours to get to Utah. The long drive appealed to Dean. He loved the open road that gave him room for his thoughts. The road never judged him. He agreed to it. The brothers packed up and left the small motel, stopping for a big breakfast before heading South. The last hunt only eighteen hours away.