Chapter 1

Another Day, Another Job

"Probably just one more for the road." Dean smiled sliding his glass over to Ellen at the end of the counter.

"Where did you say you boys were headed next?" Ellen asked obliging Dean's request for another beer.

"Indiana. Haysville, Indiana." Sam said standing up and stretching. They had been driving for awhile. He was glad they had finally stopped. He was getting sick of being in the car with Dean.

"Ya, we heard there are some strange things going on down there. Thought we should check it out." Dean said guzzling down the beer Ellen gave to him.

"You boys will be careful, right?" Ellen asked putting some fresh glasses underneath the counters.

"We will." Sam said digging his hands into his pockets.

"Thanks, Ellen. We'll see you around." Dean said nodding his head and following Sam outside to the parking lot. The storm had gotten worse since they first stopped. It went from a couple drops to a downpour.

"Are you sure we should be driving in this weather Dean?" Sam asked.

"I'm sure you should shut up so I can concentrate on the road." Dean snapped steering his car carefully out of the Roadhouse lot.

"Did you find anything else out about Haysville?" Sam asked when they were further down the road.

"No. I haven't looked yet. Did you find anything?" Dean asked glancing briefly at his brother who was digging in the backseat for his laptop.

"Nothing that we already know." Sam said turning on his laptop and balancing it in his lap. Sam skimmed through some internet pages. "Here's something. There has been another death. Happened just last month."

"Does it say who it was? Does it tie into the other killings?" Dean asked trying to read the internet page and drive at the same time.

"It says 'A girl about 14 years old died unexpectedly while staying overnight for monitoring after getting a tonsillectomy. She died about 11:59pm and an orderly found her the next morning." Sam informed Dean.

"Matches the other deaths." Dean sighed. "I guess we found our next job."

"We'll be there tomorrow." Dean said throwing his luggage on one of the motel beds. Sam followed him inside with his luggage and placed it on the vacant bed. "Did you find anything else out?"

"No. There isn't anything yet." Sam said flipping open his laptop and plugging it into a nearby circuit and setting it on the table.

"Well than I guess we should hit the hay." Dean said flopping on his bed.

"Eh." Sam grunted. "I'm gonna stay up. See if anything new comes up."

"Suit yourself." Dean mumbled burying his face in his pillow. Sam surfed the web for a few more hours and then came across an internet page.

"Hospital Haunting?" Sam read aloud. Dean stirred but then fell back asleep. "This article is from 1944!" Sam whispered respecting his brother trying to sleep. "Charlotte Zachary, a 14 year old girl, went crazy and committed suicide in Room 219 at 11:59pm." Sam grunted. "Typical."

The next morning, Dean got his stuff packed. Sam had dozed off somewhere after five that morning. Dean laughed to himself. He knew Sammy wouldn't stay up all night. He walked over to the table and slammed his bags down and Sam jolted awake.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Dean smiled sarcastically.

"What time is it?" Sam asked in a dull voice.

"It's 9:00. I slept like a baby! How'd you sleep?" Dean asked throwing his luggage out on the sidewalk.

"Shut up." Sam retorted. "I've been staying up all night finding some more stuff out about this case!"

"Ya, ya." Dean said rolling his eyes. Dean picked up Sam's luggage and tossed it on the sidewalk. "Hurry up. We gotta go."

"I'm coming!" Sam replied sleepily, unplugging his laptop and getting into the passenger seat. Dean threw the luggage in the trunk and locked the motel door.

"So what else did you find out?" Dean said backing out of the parking lot.

"Apparently, there was this girl." Sam said slowly flipping open his laptop and finding the internet site.

"Of course!" Dean sighed rolling his eyes.

"She was fourteen and she died at 11:59pm in Room 219 in 1944." Sam informed him reading over the article quickly.

"So it might be a poltergeist? Killing whoever stays in that room?"

"That's a fourteen year old girl. Yes." Sam nodded continuing to stare at the screen trying to find something else.

"Great. That's just great." Dean said swerving to miss a dead animal in the road.

"The next death was in 1954." Sam said reading another article on the internet. "Bella Carter, age fourteen. 11:59pm."

"So this spirit is killing fourteen year olds?" Dean asked. Sam searched the internet and immediately stopped.

"No. Someone just died last night again. You won't believe who it was." Sam said wide eyed.