AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here's the second chapter. I'm in a writing mood so the more the merrier. Keep the reviews coming for more! Thanks for the continued support. :) Enjoy!

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CH 2— Unseen Problems

Sam and Bobby were loading up the car and discussing the situation to Dean, "you know can always come with us maybe a hunt will do you some good, get you out of the house." Bobby suggested as Dean wiped his greasy hands on his rag.

"Thanks for the offer Bobby but I think you two can handle a pesky ghost," Dean replied nodding towards the beat down Impala. "Besides I need to get that poor baby up and running, I need my wheels back." Dean added. Truth be, told he needed the break from Sam's constant hovering. Every so often he'd catch Sam watching him with that worried look that he has on his face at the very moment, like he was waiting for him to crack.

Sam threw the last bag in the trunk and shut it. Looking back at his brother he spoke up, "you sure Dean? Maybe Bobby's right." Dean ran a hand over his face and looked back at Sam with an annoyed look.

"Sam I'm a 27 year old man I think I can watch over myself while my little brother, takes care of a Supernatural pest infestation," Dean retorted.

Bobby snorted at that as Sam just shook his head and stalked off to the passenger side door and slid in. "Alright play nice you two, in that case, make you brush your teeth every morning and before bed, don't forget the dishes oh and the trash, young man, no parties," Bobby replied patting Dean on the shoulder jokingly.

Sam laughed at that, "yeah ok dad. I promise no hookers too." Dean added with a chuckle. Bobby just glared at him. "But wait what if she's blonde, long legged, has these really big…" Sam coughed to cut him off.

"Don't make me throw up Dean," Sam replied as Bobby chuckled sliding into his driver's seat.

Dean smirked at Sam's disgusted face, "ahh never mind I don't pay anyway."

Sam snorted at his brother, "very nice Dean." "But seriously you have like five seconds to change your mind," Sam offered a last hopeful resort.

Dean raised an eyebrow, "for the hooker?" "Nah I'm sure." Dean chuckled. "I'm good Sammy, you and Bobby go help the poor damsel in distress and I'll have some quality time with my baby," Dean stated shutting Sam's passenger door cutting him off from begging anymore. "And Sammy," Dean spoke up as Bobby started up the engine. "You two better call the second you need back up and I'm there, I'll hot wire one of Bobby's junkers if I have to." Dean added.

Sam smirked at that, "we will."

With that Bobby yelled out at Dean, "be back in a few days kid." Bobby pulled out as Dean waved. Watching the car pull out Dean sighed. He glanced over at the Impala. 'Take care of Sammy Dean, if not, you know what will happen,' his dad's voice circulated in his head daily it seemed to haunt him now. That's why he did what he did. Got up to eat something even if he truly wasn't hungry, grabbed a beer or depending on the day a pack and headed out to the Impala at dawn and stayed till dark or till his hands hurt. Working on the Impala kept his mind blank. It gave him a goal. It kept him from thinking of his dad, of his brother, of his fucked up life, he knew if he got the Impala up and running things might go back to normal. The open road, the occasional hunt of the week's big bad, just something of a normal routine since Yellow eyes was a dead end at the moment. He needed that.

"So Bobby who is this chick," Sam asked going through the research Bobby dug up on this Jerrica girl in a matter of hours.

Bobby looked over at him and readjusted his truckers cap as he continued to stare out at the road ahead. "Jerrica O'Brian, she's the daughter of an old hunting buddy of mine, Henry O'Brian, he quit shortly after his wife became pregnant. Only went hunting when a case couldn't be covered. Most of the time he was the go to guy for information, his wife always kept records of hunts for him and passed them on to local hunters since she refused to let him hunt anymore." Bobby responded.

Sam raised an eyebrow at that, "and he listened?" Sam asked.

Bobby glanced at him then back to the road. He remembered that day all too well it stuck with him. It's one reason he tries to follow up on a hunt no matter what. He still felt responsible for their death. "Not always," Bobby replied softly.

Sam frowned he knew that tone. There was a story there maybe one day he'll get it but not today. "So what has she been dealing with now?"

Bobby swallowed the knot in his throat, "typical signs of a poltergeist. Not sure why though that property has never had a haunting in its day since her family bought it. Henry comes from a long line of well…" Bobby looked nervous all of sudden.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Of what Bobby how bad can it be," Sam asked curiously.

"Well not bad at all really considering Henry was a witch," Bobby threw out cautiously.

Sam's eyes widened, "seriously Bobby?" Sam shook his head at Bobby, "shew, yeah it's probably a good thing Dean didn't come anyway he hates witches."

Bobby snorted, "yeah I know. It's why I didn't press the issue with him. He's just like your daddy on that subject. It's hard for him to see any grey in the black and white of the hunting world of good and bad."

Sam nodded at that. "So this Jerrica girl one of them," Sam asked.

Bobby shook his head, "as far as I know no. I remember her father saying it skips every other generation so most likely she didn't inherit any powers."

"His wife knew?" Sam asked.

Bobby nodded, "it's how they met, she was hunting a witch of all things with her father, the witch tried framing Henry. Once they realized the witch was only after Henry trying to harness his powers to become stronger. Sarah and her father ended up saving him in the end and the story is as it goes. They fell in love a year later they were married. Sarah had a brother who was married and had a kid as well that lived out Nebraska. I met them through him. We all ended up being good friends."

Sam snorted and shook his head at so much he still didn't know about the hunting community. He didn't think there were that many hunters out there. "What," Bobby asked.

"Just so much we've missed out on in the hunting world. Didn't know so much of this existed," Sam replied.

Bobby offered a small smile, "not alone kiddo, still so much to learn."

Sam closed up the file. "So how much longer to Cedar Falls," Sam asked.

Bobby readjusted himself in his seat, "a good 4hrs. Get some rest kiddo. I yell at you when we arrive."

Sam leaned his back on his head rest and shut his eyes, "alright Bobby." He replied with a smirk. Frowning slightly as the memories of the last few weeks swam threw his head before he finally shut them out and dozed off.

After a day of some peace and quiet, she laid there on the motel bed looking up at the ceiling. How could the property even be haunted? As far she knew her parents took up every nook and cranny that land and house and put some type of protection around it. Hell even her mother had it blessed by a Catholic priest every year on its anniversary. Still nothing, but why would stuff start happening only a week ago it was June. Nothing important about that month, but then she looked at the calendar her birthday was three weeks away and she'd be 23. But seriously why would that matter she hasn't celebrated a birthday since her parents died just didn't feel same without them. Her father always made it a big deal like he was expecting something huge to start every year.

Then ten year anniversary of their death was July 31st, a little over a month and a half. Still nothing felt so out of place than at this moment. Just as that thought came through her mind the lights in her motel room started flickering. 'Seriously?' She thought. A wind inside the room picked up as well , sitting up in her tank top and shorts she looked over at the window only to see it closed and the curtains blowing as the wind picked the lights started flickering more and faster. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves she yelled out, "enough already!" Just as she spoke the bulbs burst out and all the glass in the room shattered. Covering herself she grabbed for her cell as she rushed towards the door pulling her bag with her and running out she dialed Bobby's number.

"Hello?" Bobby replied as he answered the unknown number.

A panicked voice replied, "Bobby it's getting worse I can't stay at the hotel, the lights and the wind and the glass shattering it's too much I'll meet you at the house, I have supplies there. I can't keep hiding out its not working anyway." Jerrica replied.

"Jerrica, calm down, you have to calm down, I'm on my way we're two hours out," Bobby replied, glancing over at a now waking Sam who looked more confused and worried at the same time.

"Bobby I'm trying don't you get it, this isn't working, I'm going back to the house I'll face it head on there if I have to, I know what dad taught me, I'll put myself in protection circle till you there if have to," she answered throwing her stuff in her jeep and slamming the driver's side door shut.

Bobby sighed and ran a hand over his face, "hang tight kid. I'll be there as soon as I can." With that he hung up and looked over at Sam. "Doesn't sound good apparently it's not bound to the property." Bobby added.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "then what's it bound to?" Sam asked.

Bobby frowned at that, "I think it's bound to her." Bobby said with a glance at Sam.

"Want me to call Dean for back up," Sam asked this might get more out of hand than he originally thought. Poltergeist can get nasty when attached to a person more so than objects they can feed of their emotions easier.

Bobby shook his head, "no not yet. Not until we need him for sure." Bobby said with that he hit the gas hard hoping to get there soon. Something in his mind was telling him they may be dealing with something more than a poltergeist. All he knew was that things were about to get harry.