Chapter 2: The Haunting

"What?" Dean asked not believing what he just heard.

"It's……Jessica's house." Sam repeated real quiet. He knew this problem would come along someday. He just hoped that it wouldn't.

"We gotta at least check the house." Dean shrugged after awhile. "It could be just cats."

"Cats, Dean?" Sam retorted. "You wouldn't drive all the way to California if you thought it was cats."

"The quicker we get this done, the quicker we could hit a bar." Dean said quickly. "Come on."

"Maybe you didn't hear me!" Sam yelled. "That was JESSICA'S house!"

"Okay. I'll take this one. You just wait in the car." Dean ordered turning around and walking up the sidewalk.

"Why can't we leave this one alone, Dean?" Sam called after him.

"Because that's not what we do." Dean answered over his shoulder before disappearing into Jessica's old house. He flicked on his flashlight and shined it on each room as he passed by. The floorboards creaked under him. That was the only noise echoing through the empty house.

"Did you find anything?" Sam asked him as Dean revved up the Impala once outside.

"Not a lot. The EMF only picked up a few things here or there. Nothing's in there tonight." Dean said pressing on the accelerator and zooming down the street.

"Are you going to go…..back there?" Sam asked guardedly.

"I'm going to keep an eye on it. See if anything supernatural really is in that house." Dean said. Before long, Dean was parking the Impala in a motel parking lot.

"What if it is…..Jessica?" Sam asked.

"You know the answer to that one, Sammy." Dean answered before getting out of the Impala to get them a room.

"Please, Sam. You'll be okay." Jess whispered.

"I don't want to leave you, again." Sam whispered back.

"You never really left me, Sam." Jess smiled.

"I really miss you." Sam whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Well, it's not like I'm going anywhere." Jess laughed. Her warm and caring laugh made him smile and remember the old days. It was like she had never left.

"No. I want to stay here." Sam said with a bit of defiance in his tone.

"You know your brother would never let that happen." Jess smiled.

"Sam?" Dean asked shaking his brother from the catatonic state. "Are you okay?"

"What? Ya, I'm fine." Sam grumbled.

"What's wrong with you?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

"There isn't anything wrong." Sam said under his breath before grabbing his bags from the back. Dean dismissed the subject and grabbed his to and he headed into the motel behind Sam.

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"Is that a police scanner?" Sam asked with surprise in his tone. Dean shut the motel door and set the scanner on the table.

"Ya." Dean said emotionless.

"Where'd you get it?" Sam asked.

"Doesn't matter." Dean answered. He flicked it on and turned it down low so the people in the room next to them couldn't hear it.

"--Has been reported again for a suspicious noise coming from the house. That's 1953 Hopkins Street." a female voice informed them. Dean flicked off the scanner. He didn't think that he would get the right information that fast.

"You gonna stay here?" Dean asked.

"No. I'll go." Sam said standing up and following his brother out to the car.

"You don't have to you know." Dean said starting the Impala.

"No, I think……I think I do." Sam said staring out his window.

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After the police left, the boys went in the back entrance of the house. Once inside, they flicked on their flashlights and split up to search the house. Dean went upstairs and Sam stayed downstairs.

"Did you find anything?" Dean called quietly down the stairs after awhile.

"Not yet. I gotta couple of rooms to check still." Sam answered back. He moved through the dining room which led to the living room. He hated the empty feeling the house provided now. It was like all the memories they once had here were wiped clean.

"Hello, Sam." a female voice said behind him. He whipped around to see the spirit of his girlfriend standing there, smiling at him from the living room doorway.