Deathly Slaves
I own nothing but the Window Factory, so far…
Chapter One
"Rock salt, Sammy. Rock salt," Dean said.
The boys had just gotten out of the Impala. They were ready to take on a simple job. A poltergeist was haunting the Window Factory. They had to rid of it. Sounded simple at the time.
Dean tossed Sam a gun filled with rock salt.
"Man, you're messed up," Sam said.
"Why," Dean asked, closing the trunk and pocketing his keys.
"Rock salt? For everything? Come on."
"It helps," Dean answered, as the two walked toward the factory, "Especially when a fat assed ghost is heading your way."
"Whatever."
Dean and Sam got to the factory and hesitated before entering.
"Ready," Sam asked.
"Yeah."
Dean opened the door and they both entered.
Once both men were in the factory, they went to the computer room, where most of the hauntings occurred. It was a light gray colored room with black flat screens and towers all around.
"Let's get started," Dean said as he went to walk to the middle of the room.
"Wait," Sam said, as Dean was about to take a step.
He stopped.
"What? The 'Shining' again?"
"There's something wrong here."
"And that is? Come on. Tell me if it's that 'shining' thing acting up?"
Sam quickly put a finger to his lips, signaling to be quiet. He grabbed Dean's shoulder and walked behind a desk. Both Winchesters crouched down.
"What is it," Dean whispered, starting to get annoyed.
"Shh."
From where they were crouching, they couldn't see it, but did here someone enter the room. Then they saw her.
Hope you liked it! I'm working on more chapters! Enjoy!