The TV switched off again, and lightning surrounded my house. It was a beautiful sight really. The lightning lit the house up like a Christmas tree, allowing every little detail and flaw to be seen. This included my little shrine of Supernatural, Doctor Who, and Twilight items. I blushed again, hoping that they didn't see that. They apparently didn't as they were too focused on the "supernatural" business happening in my house.

I was now freaked out. I ran into Sam's arms, and immediately felt really embarrassed. He gave me a weird look and I let go.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I don't know yet," Sam replied.

Dean was looking for something. Since I watched Supernatural often, I suspected that he was looking for a hex bag of some sort.

"What are you looking for?" I asked Dean.

"A hex bag of some sort," Dean responded.

My suspicions were correct. But if he's looking for a hex bag, then he must think witches are involved.

As I was thinking this over, I heard footsteps above me. I told Sam what I heard, and Sam told Dean. Dean pulled out the Colt, and again, I had to hold back a squeal.

Dean started moving toward the stairs, and Sam followed. Not wanting to be left alone, I followed Sam. We got to the front of the house, and suddenly everything stopped. I gave Sam a confused look and he returned it, and then went back to the living room. Dean and I followed and sat back down on the couch.

That's when I heard the front door swing open and someone screamed, "Marco!" I knew this routine all too well and immediately responded, "Polo!" That's when I heard her laugh and walk down the hall. I was going to ask her why she came, when I remembered telling her to come over if there was no school.

She didn't watch Supernatural, but I'd been trying to convince her.

"Sup Ginger," she said as she walked in; then she saw Sam and Dean,"…O-kay then."

"Hey, Holly, these are the guys from Supernatural," I explained, wondering how she'd react.

At first she didn't respond. Then she smiled.

"Ah, your obsession. Cool," she said.

Dean and Sam were now standing in the room, but staring at my friend probably because of her entrance.

She waved at them and her smile proved contagious to them. Then she frowned slightly.

"Why do I hear footsteps?" she asked.

The sounds from upstairs had continued.

Dean pulled out the Colt again, but this time, only Sam went with him. I stayed downstairs with my friend, not wanting her in danger. I could hear the footsteps of whatever was upstairs over Sam and Dean's footsteps.

"What do you think it is?" I asked Holly.

"I don't know. You're the one who's obsessed," she retorted.

"True," I admitted.

"So what do you think it is?" she asked.

"Probably something dangerous."

"Cool," Holly paused, "wanna check it out?"

"No, I don't want you to get hurt," I replied.

"Aw," she complained, "Let me check it out!"

"No," I said, "we can't. Sam and Dean will fix it."

Then the whole world went dark.