*Burn It To the Ground*

An SPN FanFic

Summary:: Chelsea was dragged by her friends into going to a "haunted" house. What they don't know, is that the house really is haunted.

A/N: So for all of those that have already read this, I have decided to go a different way with the story, so hopefully you all enjoy J

Chapter 1

I stood there, staring glumly at the old, rotting house. The fact that we were here to begin with amazed me.

I mean, this was childish and immature, five 18 year olds going to the house where a week ago someone was murdered? Stupid! I can't believe I let them bring me hear.

"Ah, come on, Chels, wipe that look off your face." I just narrowed my eyes at my best friend, Lydia, the one that had talked me into coming. She had her arm wrapped around Scott, her boyfriend. Scott just smiles at me. "Really, Chelsea, nothing is going to happen. It's just a silly old house." I snort. "Yea, a silly old house that someone died in a few days ago." Lydia shakes her head, and Nate, the one with the bright idea to come here, looks back at me.

"Look, Chels, if you're gonna be a tight ass about this then why'd you come?" Lydia gives Nate a dirty look, and I just shrug. "I really don't know Nate." Nate comes up to me. "I know why you came. You came because you want my bod!" He wraps his arms around my waist and tries to kiss me. I try to push him away. "Get offa me, Nate!" He just laughs, but he lets go. "Oh, come on Chels! Lighten up!" I roll my eyes. Lydia walks over to me, pushing back her platinum blonde hair. "Don't pull crap like that again, Nate. Or I'll kick your little weenie ass." I smile up at Lydia. She smiles back. "No one calls my best friend a tight ass but me." I frown. "Gee, thanks Lydia." She pats my back. "Oh you know I mean well." I shake my head, smiling.

"So, when is Bridget getting here?" Scott pulls out his phone. "She said about 10 minutes ago that she would be here in 15 minutes." I nod. "So she should be here soon." Scott nods. "Good, because I want to get this done and over with already." Nate laughs. I glare at him.

We stand outside the house another 10 minutes, when finally she arrives. Bridget hops off of her motorcycle. Her long black hair pulled back into a long, slender braid. Bridget was one of those girls that you instantly hated. But she was a very nice person. She looked like a model, and had every guy waiting on her hand and foot. The only thing though, that the guys that were in love with her didn't know, was that she was gay.

She walked up to us, and smiled. "Alright guys, let's check out the haunted house!" And she starts walking up to the house. The rest of us follow. When we step inside, I stop. There's a cold draft, but I shiver because there's something that just doesn't seem right. The house is deathly quiet, and the furniture is all askew. I back up. "Guys, I think we should really get going." They look back at me. Nate grins. "Aw, is poor wittle Chelsea scared of the haunted house?" I shrug. "I don't know, this place is just giving off really weird vibes." Lydia nods. "I here ya there, girl." But they continue on with their tour of the house.

"Wait, guys. What if the killer comes back? I mean, they didn't catch the person who killed that man, so what if he comes back?" Bridget walks up to me and puts her hand on my shoulder. "Relax, Chels, the killer isn't going to come and rip out your innards, ok? Besides, he's probably long gone by now. " I swallow, and nod reluctantly. "Yea, sure. Ok." She smiles, seeming satisfied, and walks back towards the others.

As I stand there by the door, I hear a creak. A short scream erupts from me as Nate jumps up and grabs my shoulders. I shove him hard. "Nate! That's not funny. You asshole." He pretends to look offended but laughs and walks up the stairs. Lydia comes over. "Seriously, Chels. Loosen up just a little? We're here to have fun, so have fun!" I sigh. "Ok." She smiles and pulls me with her. She lets go of me when I'm out of the doorway and walks over to Scott. They start making out. I roll my eyes and look around for Bridget, but she's no where in sight. I shrug and head for the kitchen.

I slowly open the door, and find that the kitchen is in less better condition than the living room. I stop when I hear a faint skittering noise. I freeze, and stare at the cabinet where it sounded like it came from. I slowly walk towards it. I take in a deep breath, and reach for the handle. As I am about to open it, a hand covers my mouth. I freak, and scream for help, but to no avail. I struggle, but the person is way stronger than I am.

I fall limp in their arms, knowing that my struggles will only make it worse. "Dean, wait, it's just a girl." I then hear a voice in my ear. "Ok, I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth. So please don't scream, we're not here to hurt you." He slowly takes his hand away, and tear myself away from him and turn to face the two. They are surprisingly attractive. One was really tall with shaggy hair, and the other slightly shorter with short hair.

They both smile at me, and I suddenly feel self-conscious. I tuck a strand of my auburn hair behind my ear. "Who are you guys? What are you doing here? You don't really look like you would be into the haunted house thing." The short one raises and eyebrow. "Yea, well, I could say the same for you." I shrug. "I'm not. I was kind of dragged here by my friends." Both look at each other briefly. "What's your name?" "Chelsea, yours?" I'm Dean, and that's my brother, Sam." I nod. "Well nice to meet you guys, but unfortunately, my friends and I were getting ready to leave." "Where are your friends, by the way?" I look back at the kitchen door. "I don't know, somewhere around here."

The short one starts walking to the door. "Well let's go find your friends." As he reaches for the door, it opens up, and Nate walks in. "Whoa! Who the hell are you?" Dean backs up a little. "I'm Dean, and that's Sam. And you are?" Nate looks over at Sam. He looks at me questioningly, and I just shrug. "I'm Nate. What are you two doing here?" Sam walks over to him. "Well, it's kind of obvious isn't it? We're here for the same reason: to check out the haunted house that someone was murdered in." Nate stands there for a few more seconds, then laughs. "Alright dude! Yea it's freaking awesome isn't it?" I roll my eyes, along with Sam and Dean. "Yea, ok Nate. I think we should get going." Nate smiles. "Still scared, Chels?"

I just push past him into the living room. Lydia and Scott are hand in hand, and walking down the stairs with Bridget. They all stop when they see the brothers. Lydia eyes them both warily. Scott puts an arm around her waist protectively. Bridget just walks over. "Hi. I'm Bridget. And you are?" Dean smiles. "Well hello Bridget. I'm Dean." He bites his lip suggestively. Bridget just smiles politely. "Sorry, Dean. I don't swing that way." I can't help but laugh a little when his face falls. Lydia and Scott walk over. "What are you doing here?" Scott asks. Sam smiles. "We're just here looking at the haunted house. This place has some interesting history." I laugh sardonically. "Yea, if you call the family that lived here 50 years ago that secluded themselves from society, ran out of food and water, and ate themselves to live history." Everyone looks at me. "What? It's disturbing, and gross. And some murderer probably heard about it and killed someone in the house to make it seem more creepy." Lydia shivers. "Yea ok, a little creepy, Chels." I sigh. "Yea well the truth can be creepy sometimes."

Sam and Dean interrupt us. "Ok guys, well I think we should all just leave, and forget about this place. I mean obviously there's nothing special about it." And of course the others listen and we decide to take off.

But when we reach the door, my head explodes with pain. I cry out and crumple to the floor. I hear Lydia call out my name, frightened. And then someone is holding me. "Chelsea? Chelsea what's going on…" But the voice fades as I am in a completely different place. A hotel room. My head is filled with blurred images of two guys, the ones we just met. They are talking to an older looking man, but I can't make out what they are saying. I cry out again as my head feels like it's being sawed open. Then it's gone: both the vision and the pain.

Slowly, I open my eyes. The first face I see is Sam's, who looks concerned. Then I see the others, all crouched around us, looks of concern on every face. "You ok?" Sam asks. I nod and stand up with his help. "Yea, I'm fine now. Just a, uh, silly migraine." Lydia shakes her head. "No, it isn't Chelsea." I look at her, and shake my head once. "She has these "visions", and they always come true. It's cool but kind of strange." Sam and Dean look at each other. "You had a vision?" I nod. "Yea, I get them every once in a while." Dean pulls Sam aside, and they talk heatedly for a few moments. "Hey, Chelsea? Do you mind if we talk to you… Privately?" I look at the others, then back at the brothers. "No, that's ok." "Ok. Come with us, and let's chat."

We walked out to there car, which was far enough away from everyone else, but close enough that we could still see them well.

Sam and Dean were talking in low enough voices where I couldn't here. I clear my throat. "You guys want to explain to me what's going on?" Dean and Sam look at me. Dean nudges Sam. "Tell her, dude." Sam sighs. "Look, Chelsea. You say that you have these visions?" I nod. "Yea, well they are a 'gift' so to speak." My face scrunches up in confusion. "'So to speak'?" Sam looks wary. "Yea, well you see, the visions were given to you by a demon. A very evil demon." I close my eyes and shake my head. "So what you are trying to tell me, is that demons are real?" They both nod. I sigh and throw my hands into the air with irritation. "Well that's just great!"

Sam and Dean look at each other warily. "Yea, there are a lot more creatures then just demons." I look up at them. "Like what, ghosts, vampires, werewolves, pagan gods…?" They nod. "Plus many, many more." I rub my hand over my face. "Wow. Just when I thought life couldn't get any worse." Dean laughs. I narrow my eyes and look at him. "Why are you laughing?" Dean shrugs. "Nothing, it's just, I ask myself that everyday." I smile slightly, then sigh. "Hey, if there are demons, then couldn't there be angels? Are there angels?" Dean shrugs. "As far as I know, nope." I sigh. "Of course."

"So, Chelsea, do you mind telling us what your vision was?" Sam asks. I nod. "Yea, it was a little strange though. Usually they are so clear, but this one was… different." Sam frowns. "Different how?" I shrug. "You two were in a hotel room. I couldn't really hear what this one guy was saying, and everything was kind of blurry…" I trail off. Dean looks at me curiously. "Who was the guy?" I shake my head. "I have no idea. But he was older, maybe in his late 40's or early 50's." Dean and Sam look at each other. "What?" I ask, not liking the way they knew what each other was thinking. Dean grins. "I think that you're talking about our dad." My eyes widen. "Oh, well ok." Sam and Dean nod. "Yep. Well let's get going." I stay where I am. "Wait, guys?" They turn around. "How do you know about all this? I mean, it's kind of strange, you guys are so young…" They both smile. "Our mom was killed by a demon. And our dad went hunting for it. And he taught us how to hunt to protect ourselves, help people." I nod, and smile. "Speaking of which," I walk up to both of them, "thanks. For getting me and my friends out of there, because I imagine that the house really is haunted." Dean and Sam look at each other knowingly, smiling slightly. "No problem. It's our job."

1 week later…

I walk into my room, beat from staying up all night with Bridget and Lydia. One of the few perks of going to a boarding school was that you could always have a sleepover with your friends on the weekends. I drop my bag onto my unmade bed, and turn to go to the bathroom.

When I walk back into my room, I hear my phone buzzing. I quickly grab it, and see that it's Nate. I roll my eyes and put the phone and bag on the table. I was so not in the mood to talk to Nate right now.

I grab some shorts and a t-shirt, change, and climb into bed. I was in dire need of a full night's sleep.

I woke up the next morning to someone pounding on my door. I groan and roll out of bed. I stop short when I see what time it is. 7:30 on a weekend morning? "Who the hell is here this early?" I mumble angrily to myself. I walk sleepily to the door, open it, and am shocked to see that Bridget is on the other side, tears streaming from her eyes. I open the door quickly. "Bridget? What's wrong? What happened?" She lets out a sob and I hug her, ushering her into my room. I hand her a box of tissues and sit her on the bed. After she is a little settled, I ask her what is wrong. She sniffs, then looks up at me, her eyes refilling with tears. "Nate's dead."