Chapter 1 – The Bailey house
ACDC's Hell Bells plays, blasting over the black corrupt Chevy Impalas scratchy radio. " Pine street'' Sam told his brother. No response came from the driver's side of the car, only music. ''Dean"?! Dean looked over to the passenger's side of the car with a smirk. "What Sammy?'' Sam flinched at the name. "Pine Street" replied Sam. "What is so good about pine street?'' snapped Dean clearly amused. Sam clenched his jaw and looked out the right window. "Don't pout geek. I know where I'm going. "He spat turning his gaze back to the bare road in front of him. "For once in your life" muttered Sam under his breath. Luckily the music was too loud to hear anyone below a yell so Dean didn't hear a lot of the remarks that came out of Sam's mouth. They had another 200 miles to go until they reached Massachusetts so Sam managed to nod off into a fit full of nightmares.
"Jess?'' …"Jess I'm home." Sam walked through his apartment dropping his bag on the bed and flopping down. He suddenly relaxed at the sound of the shower running and lay backward with his eyes shut. He felt heat radiate on his face and body and suddenly noticed the sounds of creaks and unnatural noises coming from the ceiling. He knew once he opened his eyes he wouldn't be able to get out of his head again…something terrible. And he was right. Anxious he flung his eyes open. And pinned to the Ceiling in a Plethora of flames lay Jessica. She looks as if she is screaming but her body is impaled and soaked at her waist with blood. Sam clawed backwards towards the headboard his head spinning. "JESS! OH MY GOD HOW" he was gasping for air as the whole room was suddenly in a dazzle of flames, heat and screams. "JESS" he scrambled off the bed and stumbled out of the room. "No…No…NO" Sam sobbed as the stumbled out of his apartment and stopped, lurched forward then crippled down on his knees. He felt a hand shake him on the shoulder once twice then a third time vigorously. Hearing his own name made him scream "No jess!''
''Dude...Sam!'' Sam awoke in a frenzy of screams "JESS" Dean sat looking at him concerned. They sat there in a silence. "Man, this has to stop. It's been a year man…let her go" Sam let his head fall to the window" I know."" Alright this is getting weird "Dean broke the silence. Sam scoffed, and slowly le his eyes drift up to the towering house they were parked at. "Wow". "Exactly" replied dean thrusting the door open and climbing out of the car. Sam follows not five seconds behind him. The two stand in front of the house both eyes lay on the window on the third floor. "There's something off about that room". Said dean. "Yeah, tell me about it". They walked together to the old houses front door step. The porch creaking under each step they take. "So what's the story behind this creepy old dump "asks Dean looking around the crumpling wooden porch and carefully choosing his steps so he doesn't end up falling through. "Well, a family of four lived here in 1897. Ms. Bailey was extremely religious and her husband was a Satanist. One night they had a fight and he summoned a demon and it killed her and her two kids, Lily and Peter bailey. He committed suicide three days later .And every time a group of teenagers breaks in here one is supposedly dragged upstairs into a room and killed by the demon the never left" Sam explains. "Pleasant, so he was a whack job and she was kinda nun" sums up Dean. Sam rolls his eyes and looks down at Dean as he crouches and starts to pull a pin out of his coat pocket, inspect the lock and proceeds to bend the pick to the locks shape as Sam puts his foot in front for the door. "What the heck man" spat dean. Sam raised his eyebrows as he pushed the door open with three fingers. Dean pierced his lips and stared straight into the dark of the entry hall. A slow smile creeps onto Sam's lips as it elevates into a silent laugh as he licks his lips walking in after Dean shaking his head.
The two scale the house with EMF detectors and Dean writing notes on all of the symbols they see written in the back rooms. They meet back up in the kitchen. Dean attempts to turn on the lamp but there is no electricity in the old house. The dusty lamp sways as dean swats it, "useless piece of junk". Dean it's a lamp, what'd it do to you". Sam says inspecting a scorched scratch that lay imbedded into the peeling stripped wallpaper. "Nothing it's just…weird". '' Dean it's a lamp how is it weird?" questions Sam. "No look "That's when Sam notices a light on at the top of the staircase. "How did…?". "I was wondering the exact same thing"… Dean walks up four steps and stops. "You coming?" he notices Sam still staring up at the light. "Y-Yeah" fumbles Sam, Joining his brother on the staircase." But how, this house hasn't ever had electricity "thinks Sam to himself. As they make it to the landing the light goes out. "Really" whines Dean walking over to the switch and flicking on, off and on again while the hall remains dark. "Something drew us up here" realizes Sam. "I'm starting to think your right'' agrees Dean returning to the center of the hall next to his brother. Further down the hall a door creaks and Sam reaches for the Glock in his jacket and Dean, the knife in his belt. The door slams with great force. "What the hell was that" asks Sam. "Ya know I was kinda hoping it was you". "Why the hell would I-"Sam gets cut off by something slamming him down to the floor. "OW what the- !"He gets dragged down the hall at blistering speed screaming. "DEAN!" The door slams behind him somewhere in the inky black hallway. "SAM!" Dean gets launched down the staircase hitting the wall and lay knocked senseless. Upstairs all Dean hears before lethargy drags him under are screams of torture coming from his little brother upstairs in the Demons abyss.