I stared at the Google screen. I'll admit it; I feel kinda stupid right now, attempting to search on something that probably wasn't true. But my gut was telling me something, and it wasn't the tofu dinner my mom made.

I didn't know what to type. I hesitated, and then typed in Ugly Santa. Nothing good came up. I added the word ghost in the search box, then hit the enter key. Nope. I added in Clause. Nada. I added in Horrible. Zip. I leaned back into the leather computer chair, close to exasperation. Then a thought occurred to me. I took out Ugly and Horrible and placed Evil in the front.

Bingo. I clicked on the first result that showed, and a long page full of writing came up. I began to read.

Many know good old golly Santa Clause, but what about the Anti-Clause? Sometimes a pagan god, he may bring just bad luck, or something worse. Real life accounts have reported…

I yawned as I read. I like seeing Ghostbusters, but not reading about them. It's a lot more interesting when you see it then have someone lecture you about it online. I glanced at the right bottom corner of Sam's laptop, who had allowed me to use his computer whenever I needed. It was 11: 54 PM. Oooh, didn't mean to stay up that late. Oh, well, hopefully, I won't get caught. No sooner had I thought this when a hand clapped on my shoulder.

"Okay, I'm going, I'm going," I grumbled. I looked up at the person's face and, seeing who it was, started to scream. It wasn't Mom, Dean, or Sam as I thought. The Evil Santa gave me a sick, wicked grin, only it wasn't really Santa. His hair was a dirty, scraggly white, and his eyes were puke green, matching his moldy, grimy Santa suit. His smile gave his face a distorted look to it, making him look even more sinister. His grin grew wider as he reached into the equally grubby sack strapped to his back and extracted…

I woke up with a start as my head smacked the keyboard. Realizing I fell asleep, I muttered under my breath as I rubbed my forehead. I must have fallen asleep with my knuckles holding up my head with my elbow on the desk, and my elbow must have slipped.

I glanced at the screen. Sam's My Favorites had opened. I moved the mouse to exit out of it, but paused. Countless folders were on My Favorites, and all had the similar thing. Thing is, those 'things' were all supernatural. I scanned through it. Demons, Ghosts, Zombies, Vampires, all of them read different things. I clicked open the Demons folder and clicked a random website. A picture showed up on the screen, a picture of a man with bright yellow eyes giving an evil sneer.

My heart beat faster. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like one thing was going on here, and it was that Sam and Dean had lied, and they were Ghostbusters, or something. I mean, realtors? Yeah, right! All those stories about those crazy people who wanted their houses sold that they told us had been a lie. And they had kept this secret of their work from us. Their own family.

"Rickie?"

I shrieked and spun around. Sam was standing in the doorway, looking tired. I pursed my lips. I was so not talking to him.

"What are you doing? Looking at email?" He walked up to my chair and leaned forward to look at the screen. I leaned back, not bothering to stop him. Sooner or later I would've yelled at them. He froze as he saw the picture on the screen, in which the demon was still showing his evil smile, his bight eyes glowing. His eyes traveled to the My Favorites, which were still open.

"You told us you were realtors," I hissed, tears of fury brimming to my eyes.

"I know," he whispered.

"Well, you'd better tell me what the hell is going on here, or else I'll call the police on you," I threatened. To show the truth of these words, I retched the phone from the charger, but secretly knew I wouldn't call the police on them.

"Don't cuss," Sam told me.

"I'm allowed to. I'm twelve."

"You sound just like Dean. You really shouldn't, though."

"Then tell me what's going on!" I said. My voice was visibly rising. "Why didn't you tell us about this? Do you even care about us? Does my mom know?"

"Shhhhh!" Sam said, clapping a hand over my mouth. "I wasn't allowed, yes, and no."

"You owe me more than that!"

"Shhhhh! You don't understand. Those things are dangerous, and we didn't want you to get hurt. Just a week ago we killed some pagan gods who were killing and eating innocent people," Sam said.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

I felt a grin spread across my face. "Just a day of work in the lives of a Winchester, huh?"

"Yeah. It's our job to protect people. And even though Dean and I are on vacation, it looks like we have a case right here."

"You mean Carrie and her 'uggy' Santa ghost?" I shrugged. "It's probably nothing."

"Or maybe not." Sam gazed at the screen, absorbing the information that had put me to sleep, then turned to look at me, grinning. "Have you ever seen a ghost live?"

"No."

"Well, not only are you going to see one, you're the one who will have to help lure it to us."

"Yes!" I exclaimed, punching my fist into the air. I then processed the words he had said, and groaned, my hand dropping. "Oh. I have to be bait?" I asked, disappointed.

Sam nodded and began to crack up at the sight of my face.

"This sucks," I grumbled.

Sam faked a long sigh and raked his hand through his hair. "That's okay; you don't have to help us. We can just…"

"No! I want to help, I want to help!" I said quickly.

He grinned and held out his hand. I shook his hand, hoping that I wasn't in agreement to anything, you know, bad.

"You can't tell anyone, not even your mom. And if she wants to know what you're doing, tell her that we wanted you to help us with our work, or something. Just make sure you don't tell her what kind."

"No gloating that ghosts are real?" I asked sadly. Sam shook his head, cracking up again.

"Anything works; just make sure it's believable."

"Got it." I looked up at the ceiling. "I can't believe this. All my life I've been watching shows about those ghosts and vampires and demons and stuff, and it turns out that they were in our family all along." I looked at Sam, who smiled.

"So I guess you know now," a voice said from the doorway. We both turned. Dean was leaning against the doorframe, a slight smile on his face.

"Yeah," I said softly.

"I'm sorry we lied, but we didn't want to risk losing you. You guys are the only family we have left, and we couldn't live with ourselves if you…" Dean trailed off, but then smiled. "Ready to kick some Santa ass?"

"Are you kidding? I've been waiting to do that my entire life!" I exclaimed.

Sam and Dean beamed. "Spoke like a true Winchester," Dean said proudly.

Hope you all like it so far! I can't wait for you guys to read the next one, because we're going to have some guest stars! Sorry it took so long to update, but I've had so much going on, like my bro's gymnastics meet, my volleyball tournaments, tests, ect. Hopefully it was worth the wait!

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