Hey everyone, well, here is my second chapter. Hopefully you all like it, please, please give me some feed back. I'd really appreciate it!!!

Chapter 2

"Hey Dean, can you put the heat on? I'm freezing back here." Haley wrapped her arms around herself and curled up. She had the chills and those damn cramps seemed like they were getting worse each time they came. "What good are those damn Midol's for."

Dean and Sam both glanced at their little sister with confused looks.

"You okay Hay." Sam asked a little concerned.

"It's almost 80 degrees out Hay." Dean stated.

"I'm fine guys, just forget it. Are we almost there?"

Sam glanced at her again and took in her appearance. He knew something wasn't right. Haley was hiding something. He could always read Dean and Haley's body language, and hers was screaming out…..something, he just couldn't quit put his finger on it. "We're here actually." He quickly glanced back at Dean.

Dean parked on the side of the house and got out of the car. He walked over to the trunk and started pulling out the equipment they would be using; he glanced up and noticed that Sam and Haley were still in the car. "You two coming or what?"

Sam looked out the back window and saw Dean getting the guns ready. "Hay, if you don't feel good you can wa…"

Sam was quickly interrupted by Haley's hand in his face. "I'm fine, how many times do I have to fucking say it!" She got out of the car slamming the door behind her. The minuet she slammed that door she felt the guilt overtake her body. She knew it wasn't Sam's fault, or Deans, but she really couldn't control it. One minuet she was angry and then she was sad and then perfectly normal. "What the hell is going on?" Haley was brought out of her thoughts by Dean.

"Hey, take it easy will you. She's sensitive." Dean glanced up from the bag he was rummaging through.

Sam got out of the car after her. "Haley, talk to me, what the hell is going on with you, did we do something wrong?"

"Sam, just forget it, let's just do what we're here to do and get back to the hotel, please."

"Alright, both of you shut your pie holes, we got a job to do." Dean wanted to know what was up with Haley just as much as Sam, but he figured pushing it with Haley at the moment wasn't the brightest idea.

Haley glanced at Dean and took one of the guns from his hands. "So, let's do it then." She stormed up the front porch.

Dean looked from Haley to Sam with an amused grin. "What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know Dean, let's just go check out the house and get back to the hotel."

"Yea well, whatever it is, she can't go in there." Dean said as he closed the trunk and started to walk.

"Dean, come on man, I'm not going to leave her out here alone." Sam looked at Dean

"Dude, she's not in the game right now. She could get hurt." He said matter of fact.

Haley could hear what they were saying. "You know, I can hear you." She crossed her arms over her chest and waited until Sam and Dean stood in front of her. "So, now I'm a burden or something?" She looked at Dean in the eyes.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, confusion clearly etched on their faces. "Hay, we never said that."

"Haley, seriously, what is going on with you? What happened?" Dean was getting annoyed with his little sister. He was annoyed at the way Haley was acting, and he was angry that he couldn't figure out what was wrong so he could fix it.

"Ok, alright, so something is wrong with me, there, you happy? There is something wrong with me, but I don't want to talk about it." Haley had had enough, she just wanted to go back to the hotel room and curl up in the bed. "Please, guys, please, let's just get this thing done and let's go." Haley looked at Dean and Sam pleadingly.

Dean let out a small sigh. "Yea ok?" Dean walked over to the door, got on his knees and started picking the lock.

"Sam, give me some light will ya?"

Sam walked over to the door and stood a few inches behind Dean shining the flashlight at the lock. Haley stood next to Sam waiting.

"Sam?" Haley said just above a whisper

Sam turned around; he thought he'd heard Haley call him. "Yea Hay?"

Haley grabbed his loose hand and leaned into him. "I'm sorry I yelled at you in the car. I just….I'm sorry"

Sam gave her a small smile "Don't worry about it Hay." He kissed the top of her head and turned back to the door.

"Got it" Dean stood up and opened the door and headed inside.

Sam and Haley followed Dean into the house. It was old, the floors creaked, the wood was rotting and it looked like water had gotten into the house over the years, there was stuff on the wall, it looked like mold.

"Sam, how long has this house been abandoned?" Dean walked over to a door on his right, he opened it and quickly scanned it with the EMF.

"Uh, a few years ago, five or six I think." Sam was walking down a narrow hallway with the camcorder on night vision. "That was the last recorded death in this house." He slowly turned the corner into what seemed to have been the kitchen.

"Dean, this house creeps me out." Haley stood completely still

"Well, it's pretty creepy." He said giving her a small grin

Haley still stood in the same spot she was in when she first came in. This house really creeped her out, she felt odd, there was a lot of anger and hatred and fear in the air, it sent a chill up her spine. She took a few steps forward looking for Sam or Dean; instead she spotted some pictures still hanging on the wall over a fire place. She cautiously walked over to get a closer look.

She reached up to grab one of the frames down when she suddenly felt like someone was watching her. Thinking it was Sam or Dean she turned around, but there was no one there. "Ooookay….creepy" She hurriedly walked in the direction she had come from and went in search of her brothers, "Dean, Sam, where'd you guys go?"

Haley kept walking down the hallway she had seen Sam walk down. "Sam!" "Ok, this house is really creeping me out. God, where the hell did they go?" Something was not right. aside from the spirit, this house made her feel strange, there were vibes running through her, and overwhelming sense of anger and fear and pain shook her to the core.

Sam was upstairs looking through the bedrooms, trying to find whatever spirit was haunting this house. Meanwhile, Dean was up in the attic where Charles had once been held captive by his own family.

"Poor kid" Dean was going through a few items he had accidentally come across while stepping on a loose board. He noticed some papers under the board and bent down to get a better look. He pulled out a few limbless army men, some pictures, and a diary.

"Dean, you find anything up there?" Sam poked his head through the entrance of the attic.

"Yea, take a look at these." He handed the diary and a few photos to Sam.

"These belong to Charles?" He asked studying the diary.

"Could be, but I can't find any pictures of this kid. You said he was disfigured right?"

"Yea, it's what the paper said." Sam opened up the book and tried dusting the page a little.

"Well, I don't see a sig…." Dean was cut short by a loud scream.

Dean and Sam quickly stood up and looked at one another.

"Haley!"

Sam quickly climbed down the attic stairs, skipping a few on the way and ran down the stair case with Dean in tow.

"Haley?" Sam saw a shadow in the living room and signaled to Dean. Sam started making his way over with Dean behind him, shotgun in hand.

Slowly they made thier way over, the second they rounded the corner they saw her, in his arms.