I laid on my pallet eating corn nuts and listening to the boys. It had been a week since the incident and I was far from over it. Even though I had nightmares and was jittery hunting helped, being so close to the Winchesters, to Dean, helped. "So we just go to the house and figure out what happened that way." I heard Dean say.

"Right and possibly get killed before we even start the hunt." Sam said back scrolling through the web on his own bed. I laughed, "Umm this hunt started when we interviewed the wife and I started being haunted." I said back.

Dean frowned. "Well, right now we know that the ghost tries to torment his… guests, to death."

I cringed. This had started out as just a normal hunt but that was before the ghost started haunting me personally. Yah, haunted, like the literal term: having a ghost practically live inside you. I was being tormented the ghost trying to scare me to death or drive me to madness, whichever came first. "Only it's not working because, guess what, I've been through much worse you ass hole!" I shouted to the ghost. Who yes was in my head at the moment.

The ghost trying to get some attention then busted bottle in Dean's hand, and then just for spite started to burn my Biology homework. "Hey I need that! Miss Stancel will kill me!" Again yelling at the ghost.

Dean just huffed and got a new bottle. "That's it we're going for this thing right now." He said before walking out.

I turned to Sam and shrugged. He shut his laptop and sighed, "Well, we can't let him go alone."

"According to this the house should be up here and on the left." Sam said as we drove through a historical neighborhood.

"Ouch! Yah, he's definitely right this son of bitch is getting antsy." I said irritably from the backseat. We pulled into the driveway Dean driving right through the crime scene tape.

I loaded my shotgun with salt and got out. "Shadow!" I called, "Come here boy!" In flash a big black dog came and tackled me to the ground. "Hey boy." I laughed standing back up.

"Why do you always have to call him around?" Dean said irritably before busting down the door of the house.

"What, would you rather us be vulnerable? Shadow can sense supernatural presence." I said walking in aiming my gun. "Coast is clear."

We spread out looking around the house. Me and Dean took the downstairs and Sam covered the upstairs. "Well it's definitely chilly." I said. "But no surprise there, with the house being empty the ghost had no reason to hide."

I stepped across the old creaking kitchen floor. I leaned into Shadow, the house was spooky, more spooky then I thought it would be. I jumped when I heard cracking and a scream. I quickly turned around, aiming my gun just to see a hole in the floor. "Dean?"

"I'm good, but I found something interesting." He called.

I turned to Shadow, "Go get Sam for me boy." I said and watched as he lumbered up the stairs. "Alright I'm coming down."

I jumped down the hole landing right next to Dean who already had his flashlight out. I gagged at the stench and the sight. There where rotting corpses scattering the floor. You could see scratch marks on some of the fresher bodies. "Gross."

Dean nodded. "That's an understatement."

I turned around swinging my own flashlight. When I scanned back towards Dean I gasped. The next few second happened in a blur I don't even remember how I ended up in front of Dean. Next thing I knew I had deep slash mark all over my arms. I screamed and collapsed. I held my hands over the wounds blood squirting out of them. "Dean it's bleeding more than usual."

Sam jumped down and shot the ghost. "Dean go to the backyard where the old man was buried!" Sam said. "I'll handle this."

I squeezed my eyes shut in pain as my vision blurred. This could not be happening. After everything I'd been through I would just die here? I vaguely heard shots as I fell completely down. I had to fight I couldn't die, not here. I don't know how long I lasted but before Dean burned the bones I passed out succumbing to the pain.

"Alex, wake up, we're safe now." I slowly opened my eyes to see Sam and Dean looking at me. I somehow had gotten back to the motel and was lying on Dean's bed. I sat up and winced as my head started to pound instantly. "Lay down you lost too much blood to be moving about." I looked down at my arm to see already reddening bandages.

"Is Dean alright?" I asked weakly.

"Is Dean alright! Yah I'm alright and I'm pissed!" I heard him say from the other side of the small room. "What were you thinking jumping out like that!? Do you think that I can't handle a few scratch marks! That I need a 15 year old to protect me?"

I sank back into bed. I knew I was in trouble. "That would've killed you." Was all I said in reply.

"Are you arguing?" He threatened. "No sir." I mumbled reluctantly.

"Dean she's tired is this really a time to do this." Sam said giving him a pouty look. Me and Sam may not be as close as me and Dean but he is always there to stick up for me when I screw up.

"Yes, Sam, it is! If she's gonna be one of us then she's going to get used to it." He snapped back.

I closed my eyes tuning out their arguing. I really just wanted a smoke right now, that always calmed me down. "Can we just go home?" I grumbled sitting up slowly this time.

"Yah sure" Dean said packing up our stuff. I smiled, even though he was mad he was nice enough to pack up my stuff. He may be strict but he was kind and caring. He had grown to be not just my adopted dad but like a true dad. Meaning I was gonna be in deep shit when we got home.

Sam practically carried me to the Impala and laid me down in the backseat. "Sleep as much as you can on the way home you'll need your rest."