Hello again everyone! This little story is just something that popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone. So I had to get it out.
It's gonna be short. Probably not more than three chapters. And there's not a lot of action. Just a lot of emotional torture and angst. And brotherly love. Cause I just love to torture these boys. So hope you like it. Let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything from Supernatural; not all dreams come true :-(
Warnings: Spoilers for S1 and S2; some bad language.
Chapter 1:
Dean put the car in park and cut the engine. As he exited the car he looked over the top to Sam. "This doesn't look like a museum." Dean said as he looked at the very large Victorian house.
"Well, technically it's not." Sam said. "It's an historic place now. The current owners restored it to what it was originally. No one lives here. They just allow tours to go through a couple times a week."
Dean nodded and headed to the trunk, getting out the needed supplies. Two weeks ago they were called by a man who had known their father years ago. A Mr. Ballard. Apparently when Sam and Dean were young their Dad had met him while they were in town. Mr. Ballard had a soft spot for the man raising his two sons alone. For the short while they were in town their Dad and Ballard had become good friends. Their Dad had told him some of what he did, but not everything. Now, all these years later, he had called saying he had a problem he felt only the Winchesters could help with.
"Give me the run down one more time Sam."
Sam repeated everything from memory as he too loaded up with weapons. "A couple of years ago Mr. Ballard decided to do some remodeling. He still left the main part of the house original, but he added another wing. That's when the strange stuff started happening."
Dean nodded. "Makes sense. Spirits usually get pissy when you start messing with their stuff."
"Yeah. So it started out not too bad. Stuff moving, the feeling of being watched. But as they kept building people started getting hurt."
"And you think it's the original owner?" Dean interrupted.
Sam nodded. "Yeah. A William Conner. Rich widower, spent his life collecting mid-evil art and stuff from that era. Real expensive stuff. Kept to himself mostly. He was found one morning by his maid. Shot to death in his living room. Some stuff stolen from the house. Pretty logical it would be him. After we make sure there's really something going on here and it's him, I've got where he's buried. It won't take long to burn the bones. "
Dean agreed and closed the trunk. "Let's get this show on the road then. This will be a piece of cake."
Sam was about to call Dean on his words, knowing nothing was ever simple in their lives. And saying it was, well it was the perfect way to jinx themselves. If he knew what was coming, he would have slapped Dean's mouth shut and made them turn away.
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Sam fished the key from his pocket. Mr. Ballard had been trusting enough to let them do their job without supervision. As they entered the house each let out a low whistle.
"Holy crap. Look at this place." Dean said in awe. He stepped ahead of Sam and spun around, taking in the amazing site before him.
The place was so big and so outlandishly decorated, it was hard to keep their eyes on any one spot. The walls were speckled with art work that costed thousands of dollars each. The glass tables, and marbled tile didn't really fit with the Victorian style, but it definitely stood out and made you take notice.
The boys moved into the next room and stopped short.
"Oh give me a break." Dean said.
Sam's eyes widened too. "Oh this isn't looking good for our health."
"You think?" Dean said sarcastically.
Sam ignored Dean and walked past him, staring at the objects in the room. "This is a little obsessive, don't you think?"
"Well, he was a collector. Guess he wanted to make sure he had the whole theme."
Dean said as he scanned the room.
Every inch of the huge ball room was covered with mid-evil themes. Pictures, paintings, carpets, tapestries, and odd knick knacks. But what scared them, was the weapons. The walls and tables were full of the old, authentic, and painful looking weapons from that time period. It looked like everything that was every used at the time was here.
Dean walked ahead a little more and came to a stop. In the middle of the room, one on each side, stood two full dressed knights with swords.
He smirked and turned to Sam. "If one of these puppies comes to life, I'm outta here."
"This place is creeping me out man. Let's just get this done."
"I second that." Dean said.
Dean pulled out his EMF and got to work. They began going through each room, taking their time, checking every corner and closet. An hour later they had found nothing downstairs. They carefully made their way upstairs. Which was just as impressive as the floor below. If not more.
"You know" Sam said as he was scanning over the books in the library they were currently in, "This stuff is pretty cool. The guy had very eclectic taste."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Only you would find this place interesting." he mumbled.
"Excuse me. Sorry if I find the books and art and history and culture more interesting than the array of weapons. There is more to life than guns and knives Dean." Sam said, his voice taking an irritated tone.
"Don't get your panties in a twist Sammy. I know you can't help being a geek to the core." Dean laughed and ducked as Sam swatted as his head. "Pull your nose out of the books and let's get back to work."
Sam sighed but chose to ignore the comment. Instead he followed his brother out of the room.
Eventually they made their way to the newest area that was still mostly under construction. They made their way up another staircase. Sam gave a concern look when he noticed the railing on the side wasn't very sturdy.
"Mr. Ballard said to be careful up here. Construction is still ongoing and not everything is stable." Sam cautioned.
"Got it." Dean said.
Their attention was suddenly turned to the EMF as it began to go off wildly when they made it to the top of the stairway.
"Look alive Sam. Someone's home." Dean said.
Just as Dean said that the spirit made itself known. A large vase flew off the table, aiming for Dean's head.
"Duck!" Sam yelled.
Dean made it down just in time to watch the glass shatter behind him.
"Okay, we got confirmation. Let's get out of here and burn the bones." Dean said.
Sam nodded and was about to move when one of the tables behind him flew out and slammed into the back of Sam's legs, sending him flying forward to the floor. "I'm okay!" He called out immediately to his brother.
Dean gave Sam a thumbs up and was making his way to him when he was blind sided by something extremely heavy and solid. It hit him at his right side sending him slamming into the wall and then down to the floor. He laid there for a moment watching the stars dance in front of his eyes.
Dean felt something grab his arms and he automatically started fighting.
"Dean! It's me! Get up." Sam said, pulling his older brother off the floor. "You all right man?"
Dean shook his head, trying to clear his vision. "Yeah. Yeah I'm good. Let's go."
They turned to make their way back down the hall to the stairway. All the way dodging different pieces of art and furniture and weapons that were sent flying at them. A couple of times each of them were nicked with something. But they eventually made it to the stairway relatively unscathed.
They had just reached the landing, the biggest part of the hall. The part that had a myriad of vicious weapons on the walls. Dean pushed Sam in front of him, determined to get out of the way before those weapons got a mind of their own.
Unfortunately he was too late. He turned his head just in time to see a very large knife flying through the air. It's aim centered on Sam's back. Dean yelled out to his brother, lunging forward. Dean collided with Sam seconds before the knife hit it's target. With all of his strength he shoved his little brother forward, the fell to the floor watching the knife lodge in the wall next to him.
"That was close..." Before Dean could finish the sentence he heard the loud crack of wood. He looked up to see that he had pushed Sam into the banister of the stairway. The banister that was not quite finished. The banister that was now breaking in slow motion under Sam's weight.
The banister that gave away before Dean could get to his feet. Leaving Dean watch his little brother's eyes go wide as he went over the side.
-TBC-
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