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The house looked exactly like the picture. Dean parked his car right in front of the porch of the house and put it in park. The brothers looked at the house out the driver's side window. The clock in the dash board read 12:07 pm. The house was wrapped in fog and the moon shone bright in the night sky. Dean pulled the keys out of the ignition and took a deep breath.
"Since we don't know what we are dealing with yet…" Sam started
"This should be fun." Dean laughed opening his door and stepped out of the car. He went to the trunk as Sam got out of his side. Dean pulled out two shot guns and bullets.
"Rock salt?" Sam asked "How do you know it's a spirit that we are looking at?"
"I don't," Dean said handing one shot gun to Sam "Best to be prepared."
Sam shrugged and Dean closed the trunk. They both pulled out flash lights and started toward the front porch. Dean slowly opened the front door and the two of them entered the house. The room they walked into looked like some kind of family room, they noticed as they shined their lights over the dusty furniture.
"Ok, where should we start?" Sam asked. A thud came from above them. Both of them looked up at the ceiling.
"I say we start up there." Dean motioned toward the stairs. Sam nodded and they both crept over to the stairs.
They started up, step by step. Each step left a foot print in the dust. And with each step they heard more foot steps and whispers. They made it to the top of the stairs and looked down the hallways to each side of them. Sam shined his flash light down the hall. All the doors were closed, except for one.
"Dean…" Sam whispered taking a few steps down the hall, his light falling on the open door. Dean followed Sam down the hallway, whispers still came from behind the door.
"What are you doing? Stop!" A female voice came from behind the door. The boys drew closer to the door, guns at ready. Once they reached the door they lowered their flash lights down to their sides. They both peered into the door. Two girls were standing into the middle of the room, shinning their flash lights around the room.
"Dean, those are the girls in my vision. This is when they're attacked." Sam whispered
He placed his hand on the door and slowly pushed it open. The door creaked loudly and the girls inside the room turned their flash lights at the door. The boys pushed through the door, causing the girls to scream and they tackled them to the ground. Sam looked down into blue wide, almost fear filled eyes. Dean saw brown eyes and a pissed off expression.
"Wait Dean, this is my dream." Sam never took his eyes off the blue eyes below him
"You're not so bad yourself." The girl underneath him smirked
"Get off me!" The girl under Dean screamed
Dean smiled and looked into her eyes before scanning down her body. "Now, why would I want to do that?"
"My gun is pointed at a place where you don't want to be shot." She glared at him with an evil smile on her face. Dean slowly stood up in front of her and Sam did the same, holding his hand out to the brunette. She took his hand and stood up at the same time as other girl did, who refused help from Dean.
"What are you doing here?" Dean asked
"What are you doing here?" The brunette asked
"You both need to get out of here. It's not safe here." Sam said
"No, it's really not safe for you guys here. So you should leave." The girl with the black hair raised her gun
Sam raised his hands. "Wooh, ah… I'm Sam. This is my brother Dean."
"I'm Stephy. This is my twin Krissy," The brunette smiled and shoved the other girl in the arm "Put it down."
Krissy lowered her gun. "You really shouldn't be here. It's after midnight."
"You're here after midnight." Said Dean
"That's not the point." Krissy snapped her gun into the holster on her left thigh. A scream came from downstairs. All four of their head turned toward the door. Dean walked toward the door first holding his gun up along with his flash light. The three others made their way over to the door as well, all getting their guns ready.
Dean looked back at them. "Stay close."
"Anything you say." Krissy said moving closer to Dean, pressing her chest against his back
Dean looked back at her with a smirk. "Not the kind of close I was going for, but I like this arrangement."
"Dean now isn't the time." Sam said
"Yeah, just incase you forgot, we have a spirit somewhere in this house. And it's known to kill men, something that you just happen to be." Stephy grabbed the back of Krissy's shirt and pulled her away from Dean
With a smirk on his face, Dean went through the door. He shined his flashlight down the hall. Once he saw that there was nothing, he walked out farther into the hall followed by the others. All four of them had their guns and flash lights aimed down the hall. Dean led them down the hall toward the stairs. Krissy was next, followed by Stephy, both girls checking each door as they walked down the hall. Sam was last looking over the shoulder of everyone to look ahead down the other end of the hall. They arrived at the stairs and Dean stopped in his tracks, his eyes wandering down the room below.
"Tell me you all hear that too." Dean said before walking down the first stair
"Sounds like crying." Sam leaned forward to look down the stairs
Krissy went along with Dean going down the stairs. "It must be Emma."
"Who's Emma?" Asked Sam
"The little girl who haunts this house." Stephy answered
"Sounds like they did more research then you did, Dean." Sam stepped down the first step
"Now is not the time Sammy. Just incase you forgot, we are in a haunted house looking for a spirit." Dean made it to the bottom and shined his light all around the room
The other three made it down; Sam went to stand next to his brother. Four flashlights hit the brick fire place and a figure of a little girl sitting on the floor crying, her back facing them. Krissy and Stephy stepped in front of the boys lifting their guns and pointing them at the girl.
They could hear her crying. She was a small girl, looked frail and weak. Her hair frizzed out into black locks and she was wearing a white dress. After a few moments, she stood up and turned to them. Tears were falling from her black eyes and rolled down her pale cheeks.
"Why are you trying to hurt me?" Her voice was high pitched, not yet matured
Dean lifted his gun and aimed it at the girl. Her face got hard and the tears stopped.
"I didn't do anything bad!" She screamed
A gush of wind blew through the house, so strong it was able to knock the four of them over. A growl echoed through the house and a dark black figure came out from the fire place. No details could be made out about the figure, other then its height. It reached the high ceiling, had to be at least fifteen feet tall. The four pushed themselves up as the figure roared. Dean and Sam both shot the figure, but their bullets had no effect.
"We need to get out of here!" Stephy helped Krissy up
The boys stood, their guns still pointed at the figure. They shot again and this time it went back into the fire place. Then bright orange flames came out of the fire place and started burning the walls and floor.
"Let's go!" Sam yelled grabbing Stephy by the arm and pulling her toward the front door. Krissy and Dean ran behind them. The girls ran out the door first followed by the boys.
Flames engulfed the house and porch as they ran toward Dean's car. The girls pressed their backs against the car doors and the boys covered them as the house suddenly exploded. Dean and Sam pressed their hands on either side of the girls. Stephy covered her face and turned into the car. Krissy clung to Dean's jacket, using him as a shield. The boys turned at the same time, the house was gone. A few patches of fire laid where the house once stood. The girls looked around their shoulders and then stepped away from them.