"Well, if the Church isn't gonna help them, who is? This is what we do Dean—"
"It could be a hoax!" Dean interjected, earning a look from Sam, the signature bitch face. "Besides, churches don't know a damn thing."
"Who even are you?"
"Guys! Shut up for a minute. Jesus. I can't even think." Gin interjected and put down one of the books heavily on the desk to get the boys' attention away from their bickering. "When, in all the years any of us has hunted has anything been a hoax? Come on, we can't get that lucky." Her words were venomous.
"Gin. Sweetie. Darling—" Dean cooed, the sarcasm not very welcomed according to Gin's expression.
"Don't make me blow a hole in your knee" Gin interjected making Dean's face pucker.
"Look, we've had the wool pulled over our eyes before. There was a case in Washington—" Sam was immediately interrupted by his brother.
"Oh god, don't bring up those asshats in front of me."
"Dean—" Sam shot at him to stop him from interrupting. "Have you ever heard of Slenderman? You know that tall faceless ghost that takes kids out of the woods?"
"Yeah, I mean from sleepovers and shit, trying to scare each other." Gin replied.
"Right, well we thought it was a Tulpa, a monster born from people just believing in it. These two idiot ghost hunters, the Ghost Facers. They did stupid shit like that where they create a royal mess. Anyway, turns out it was the county's misfit deputy and a washed up busboy in masks. Straight out of Scooby-doo." He explained, sitting backwards in the library chair, folding his arms on the back of it.
"Yeah, so forgive us if we don't jump right onto a case when it has this much media attention. For all we know it could be another Ghost Facers fuck-up." Dean snuck in before Sam could get another word in and he'd get chastised by his little brother.
"Fine. You want to wait for someone else to handle it? Then, we'll do that. But anything that happens is coming down on your shoulders. Not mine. I wipe my hands clean" Gin shot back at them. Pushing the chair back into another that backed up to hers from the other table, she stormed from the library.
"Sheesh.." Dean growled when Gin bumped his side with her shoulder as she passed. "Hey—!"
"Dean, leave her alone." Sam was starting to feel the guilt creep up on him. He had no room to talk, it was very rare that he and his brother turned down a case, no matter what. Sam especially, was never one to leave anyone stranded that needed help. Because of that, he got burned a lot in the end, even though he swore to himself that he wouldn't it happen again. It worked a lot like the notion of starting a diet; "Oh I'll start tomorrow for sure" and it never starts. It always starts tomorrow.
"You're not seriously considering this, Sam" Dean broke his brother from his thoughts, and the puppy dog look immediately hit his eyes, making Dean go back on the offensive. "Nuh uh. No we're not wasting our time going on a hunch like that—"
"We've gone on less." Sam told him.
"Sammy. We're not wasting our time and getting screwed again. We have bigger things to worry about." Dean put on that 'I'm in charge' act, and for the moment, Sam didn't think he'd budge at all.
There was a long pause before Dean finally spoke up again. "She's gonna go anyway, won't she" he stated more than asked.
"Yep" Sam's response was immediate but not panicked, it barely even made Dean put a pep in his step. But the two of them were out of their chairs and in search of the redhead that disappeared into the bunker somewhere—most likely her room, but Sam broke off just in case he didn't see her jeep in the garage.
Gin went to her room to focus on the family that seemed more terrified than any hoax could bring. She dug deeper, much deeper than she'd want to hear Dean's grief about. That was when she heard Sam's footsteps coming down the hall, and she arched her shoulders just that bit more feeling them tense. She curled up a little on herself as she watched the videos from the family, that she had already been in contact with. She had asked them for any kind of videos, or audios that they got on their phones or if they had set any cameras up themselves. And they did. The mother was more than eager to show her what was happening for the promise of help. Gin would go there herself if she had to, and deal with Sam and Dean chewing her ass out for it later. There was a slow knock on the door, but Gin didn't turn around.
"Thought you left." Sam said softly and walked over to sit on her bed, her back was still facing him, and she was trying to look busy as the typed a little, swiped over her trackpad, opening another window.. But Sam knew she couldn't ignore him for long. "Look," he sighed and shifted closer to her before continuing. "We'll look into it, you just have to understand why we're not sure—"
Suddenly a laptop was shoved at him with a video already playing. "And you have to understand why I want to go." Gin said coldly and got up from the bed, leaving him to watch the video as she got out her suitcase to pack her things.
As the video played, Sam's eyes were glued on the screen. Watching the footage, watching things levitate and drop as soon as someone turned around to see it. Furniture being flipped, tossed and broken while the house remained empty. The EVP on the videos were unmistakable, and textbook poltergeist. The evidence just spilled out in front of him on that computer, and he no longer had a case to argue with her.
"So, if you want to stay here, fine. But I've already told them that I'm coming to help." Gin finally told him.
"Hey whoa, whoa." Sam got up and cut her off, "We'll go. I'll talk to Dean, but you're not going alone."