Author's notes: thanks 'mollieclarke' for your review. Yeah, hurt Sam and worried Dean is always somewhere cuz it's a good combo. And thanks 'sammygirl1963' for your review. Dean didn't listen to Sam, and now they're both paying for that. They're gonna need more than luck to get out of the room :P

Small spoilers for the pilot.

Thanks for reading and here is some more!

Chapter Three: Can we panic now?

'Leave' she moaned again.

Dean couldn't see, but he could feel Sam shaking like a leaf and his sniffing. Sam was absolutely petrified.

'It's okay Sam' he tried to comfort him, even when he didn't fell too brave himself.

'How is th-this okay?' Sam asked softly.

'Sam, you have to listen to me' Dean changed his tone. 'If we're gonna get out of here then we need to search okay?'

'My flashlight isn't w-working' Sam said, tapping it against his palm.

'Okay, we'll just feel around'

'F-feel around? What?' Sam yelped. 'What if we…we…' he knew Dean was right and he wanted out.

'Take off your boots' Dean said, getting an idea since he didn't want to separate from Sam in total darkness and with some spirit howling for them to leave.

'What?' Sam asked.

'Just do it!' Dean snapped and removed his own boots. 'I need the shoelaces' he replied.

Both boys had made a rope out of their tied-together shoelaces. Dean tied one end around Sam's wrist and the other end around his own.

'So we don't lose each other' Dean explained. 'Okay, now…you with me Sam?'

'N-no' Sam shuddered again. 'Y-yes, I think so'

'We can do this Sam' Dean said. 'We just need to move cautiously around the room, feeling for anything that could be an opening, a tool…anything. Can you do that?'

'I think s-so' Sam nodded and felt Dean moving away from him.

They moved slowly and cautiously around the room, moving their hands over everything in front of them.

'Ouch' Dean yelped as his head hit a wall.

'Dean?' Sam spun around.

'I'm okay, I found a wall' Dean frowned and then proceeded to feel it as well.

'GROSS!' Both boys yelled at the same time as the floor and walls suddenly felt very slimy…crawly.

'Leave' the moaning woman continued.

'We're trying!' Dean snapped at her. He felt the bottom of the wall and felt a small bump. He ran his hand over it and realized it was like a crack, only in a perfectly straight, horizontal line.

'Sam! I think I have something' he said, a grin spreading across his face. 'Sam?' he tugged the shoelace a bit after getting no reply.

'S-scared' Sam said, he hated this place and he wasn't sure if Dean had noticed, but it was a lot colder and the woman was getting louder.

Both boys covered their ears as she suddenly let out another howl, only not in words but more of a glass-shattering screech…almost like she was in pain.

Sam wrapped his arms around himself and shivered, not from cold but fear. He hadn't been put in quite a situation like this before. Sure he'd had almost wet himself in fear on a few occasions, but it was different when their dad wasn't with them.

'Sammy?' Dean's voice was now right beside him. 'Come on bro, we're getting out of here okay?' Sam felt his brother's hand grabbing his own.

'Okay' Sam nodded and followed Dean back over to the wall.

'Mind the-' Dean went to warn him but was too late.

'Ouch' Sam yelped, his head making contact with the "invisible" wall.

'Feel this' Dean released Sam's hand and placed it on the line. 'Fell that?'

'Yeah!' Sam smiled in relief and used his other hand to wipe away his tears. 'Dean, I feel something else' Sam frowned and reached for Dean's hand. He directed Dean towards the larger bump.

'Yeah, feels like a-' Dean was saying when he lifted it up and the floor opened up beneath them and they fell right through, still surrounded by darkness.

As they fell, Dean quickly undid their shoelace link to prevent possible injuries. He then reached and grabbed hold of Sam's hand as his brother continued to scream his way through the air.

They fell for several more seconds until they dropped onto a bed, which was less firm so they didn't bounce off it this time.

Both boys opened their eyes and were completely stunned…

They were sitting atop a bed in the bedroom of Lindsey Marshals. The same room that still appeared to be a thousand years old…

The room that stared back at them, with everything that was faded, peeling and covered in dust as well as cobwebs, it had seem almost cool and a bit scary when they first found it…but now it was downright weird and frightening.

Dean stared at the dead sort of appearance about the room, the way it seemed to just reek of unwelcome. He glanced to his right where the door was, the same one he'd pried open a while ago.

'Can't we just go back through the wardrobe?' Sam pleaded, seeing the way Dean was eyeing the door, since their flashlights had flickered back on and the room was dully visible.

'What about our bags?' Dean asked as he got off the bed, grabbing his shoes.

'Who cares? What about our lives?' Sam snapped, following Dean, also with his shoes since they had been on the floor when it opened up.

'Sam, we have to get our stuff back. A haunted house is one thing…but dad is another' Dean stated and squeezed through the small gap, since the door wouldn't open any wider.

Sam growled but followed his brother.

They had reached the darker hallway again and several times it had crept into Deans head that maybe this house wasn't abandoned, but more along the lines of too dangerous or horrific to live in.

They found their bags near the bookcase and then made a rather hasty move back towards Lindsey's room but Sam paused on the way.

'Sam?' Dean asked and skidded to a stop by the door. 'You coming?'

'Dean, look' Sam pointed to the door a little further down, where there wasn't any light apart from their flashlights…or was there?
Dean looked closer and lowered Sam's flashlight so he could see a bit better. There was a fully open, cracked door but a dull beam of light was coming from it.

The boys started to walk towards it curiously and then the sound of soft music reached them. It was the kind you would hear playing in a baby's nursery.

Which was correct since they paused to look into the room and found it was a nursery.

'This is not normal' Sam gasped as he stared in disbelief.

The entire room looked brand new. An overhead light was on, casting a warm glow throughout the room and lit it up brightly. The walls were all wallpapered and in the middle stood a wooden baby's cot. Beside that was a woman holding a newborn baby. She was swaying gracefully in her rocking chair as she sung to her baby.

'Nope, defiantly not normal' Dean agreed. 'I'm guessing that's the spirit…we need to stop her'

'Or we could just run like hell?' Sam offered, not overly liking the idea of stopping a spirit and possibly getting trapped in this creepy house.

'Sam' Dean sighed. 'We have to' he said and Sam glared, but gave in.

'Fine, how?' Sam pouted.

'I don't want to spilt up…but I think we might have to' Dean said, really hoping he wasn't going to regret this but the sooner the better.

'No, no' Sam pleaded. 'I…I…'

'Sam, we can do this okay? It's our job' Dean nodded. 'Now, can you got back through the room and tunnel, find the kitchen and bring back as much salt as you can?'

'Assuming there is some…what are you going to do?' Sam asked, putting his bag back on and sat down to fix his shoes so he could wear them.

'I think I know where the garage is…we need gasoline' Dean said. 'Let's put this bitch to rest' he smirked.

'Don't swear' Sam frowned. 'Dad doesn't like it'

'Dad's not here' Dean frowned.

'I'll tell' Sam crossed his arms.

'Then I'll kick your ass' Dean glared.

'You said that last time!' Sam retaliated.

'Whatever, come on…get the salt' Dean said.

The boys squeezed back into Lindsey's room and then re-entered the wardrobe and followed it's tunnel.

Once they reached the hallway and went back downstairs, they split up. Dean went towards the back while Sam found the kitchen.

Sam pulled a grossed out face at the appearance of the floor, it looked like something had died on it once judging by it's colour and the stench…

'Maybe someone did die here' Sam shuddered and ran over to the counter. He pulled open the drawer and tossed item after item out in panic. He threw all the drawers on the floor, he tipped over a chair that got in his way and was by now freaking out. He searched the cupboards and still nothing.

'Salt! How hard can it be to find salt?!' he screamed in anger but then went quiet, fearing someone had heard him.

After assuming it was safe to continue, Sam crouched on the floor and looked under places.

'Finally!' he breathed in relief upon spotting a pantry, which he yanked open and discovered a large contain with a faded label reading: Salt.

'Okay, so how exactly do we burn her bones when we don't know where they are?' Sam glared at Dean while they traveled along the tunnel again with their equipment.

'I think it's in that nursery' Dean stated.

'Oh great' Sam groaned, his fears returning.

They stared into the nursery blankly since it was old again. The appearance it should have: cracked and faded walls, peeling wallpaper, rotted wood cot and a broken, dusty rocking chair.

'Look, a wardrobe' Dean noticed it because it hadn't been there before. They went over to it and it took some effort to yank it open. They regretted it afterwards though as the most horrible, stomach-wrenching stench hit them…making their eyes water.

'Yuck!' Sam yelped and almost choked.

'I think we found Lindsey marshals' Dean sighed, looking sadly at the smaller skeleton in her arms. 'And her baby' he added, since Sam had looked away upon the smell and hadn't seen it.

Lindsey was sitting in an awkward position, wearing a faded, moth-eaten pink dress and some blonde hair was still attached to her rotted skull. In her arms and wrapped protectively in a faded, torn blanket was her baby.

'Poor lady and her little baby' Sam said sadly, feeling as though by burning her bones they would be killing them.

'They died a long time ago' Dean reminded him, seeing the look across Sam's face. 'Now it's just Lindsey's spirit…unable to move on'

'Yeah, you're right' Sam sniffed and shrugged. He pulled the lid off the salt container he had been carrying and tipped half of it on the skeleton of the woman and her baby. Dean then poured the gasoline over them both and frowned.

'Crap!' he snapped.

'Don't swear' Sam said. 'And what?'

'I forgot the matches…how can I forget the matches?' Dean grumbled. 'Stay here, I'll be back' Dean rushed off. Sam nodded and wandered out of the room a bit. He jumped as the room suddenly lit up again.

'Uh oh' Sam gasped as the wardrobe had vanished and the bright, calm room appeared before him.

Lindsey sung softly to her baby as she rocked back and forth on her chair. She stopped and looked up at Sam, smiling.

Sam walked into the room and looked down at the baby in her arms, it was hard for him to believe that none of this was real at this moment. But it had been real once, that this young mother and her baby had lost their lives in a wardrobe.

'Boy or girl?' he asked, almost as a joke but the woman answered.

'Girl' she smiled. 'Isabella'

Sam was a bit confused at that since Isabella was the name written on the letter, Lindsey was talking about her wedding…how can that be?

'Um…how old?' Sam asked.

'Six months' Lindsey said, her voice was just filled with joy and warmth. Sam forgot she was just a spirit for a brief moment there.

'I lost my mum when I was six months old' Sam told her, feeling it couldn't hurt to tell a spirit something like that.

Her face saddened then, as if she was genuinely sad for him.

'Have my baby' she said, holding baby Isabella out to him. 'Protect her, take her away from him' her voice was harsher and fearful. The music had stopped and she was no longer rocking, it was like a dark cloud had come over them.

'I can't…' Sam then considered it since the baby wasn't technically real. He held out his arms and Lindsey placed the small child into his.

Sam felt her weight, she felt real and a soft scent of baby food was evident.

'Thank you Sam' Lindsey whispered into his ear.

'Got it!' Dean's voice hit him and he turned towards the doorway.

'Oh, hi' Sam sighed, turning back to his arms to see them empty. The room was aged and dull once more.

Dean went over to the wardrobe and lit a match. Sam watched sadly as Dean threw the match onto the gasoline and it lit up the entire skeleton.

'And now we get out of here, this is all firewood' Dean grabbed Sam's arm, dragging him back towards Lindsey's room.

They reached the front door and found it was locked.

'Damnit!' Dean growled and kicked at it. Smoke was starting to come down the stairs and they knew time was short.

'On the count of three' Dean said, holding up three fingers. 'One…two…three!'

They both charged at the door and it fell down, surprisingly.

Sam and Dean stood outside the gate as they watched the flames engulfing the house. Sam noticed a small child about ten playing on a swing near the trees. She jumped off and held onto a man's hand. She smiled at Sam and waved before fading away into the flames.

Sam gave a brief wave and had a feeling Isabella has indeed lived…but then who was the baby? And what was with the letter?

'I guess Lindsey's secrets died with her, and will continue to be hidden…now that the house is gone' Sam said. 'It's kinda sad'

Dean nodded and then a cold, heart-wrenching fear hit him as he come into realization that it was night time, it was purely dark out.

'Sam! Dad's gonna be back!' Dean yelped.

'Crap!' Sam swore and they took off down the street, trying to get back to the motel room as fast as possible.

'No…no' Dean gasped as he saw the Impala out front.

John looked up as the door swung open and his filthy, gasoline-smelling sons appeared.

Both boys gulped since John was sitting at the table and appeared to have been waiting for them.

'I have been here for an hour' he spoke, his voice not sounding mad but his tone dangerous. 'What the HELL have you boys been?' he then growled, now he sounded mad.

'We…I…we…' Dean stuttered, more afraid of his father than Sam was.

'We went to a haunted house' Sam confessed, ignoring the glare from Dean. 'We got rid of some spirits'

'Some?' Dean echoed. 'But…'

'Her daughter too' Sam hissed.

John frowned and wasn't sure what to say to that. Drinking, drugs, breaking and entering, late night walks…no, but hunting?

'You were hunting?' he asked.

'Yeah…guess we were' Dean realized with a grin. 'And we're okay'

'For now' Sam muttered, seeing his father's look.

'Go shower, you boys stink something terrible' John said, which was all he said.

'Yes sir' the nodded in unison.

'Oh and dad!' Sam got his attention. 'When we were there…Dean swore!' he said, poking his tongue at Dean.

'Dean, what did I say about language?' John sighed, knowing Dean got it from him but also that Sam loved to tell on Dean for things like swearing.

'I told ya I'd tell' Sam smirked as they went over to their beds where their clothes lay.

'Yeah, and I told you I'd kick your ass if you did' Dean smirked back, wiping the grin off Sam's. He used that moment to claim the shower first.

'Jerk' Sam glared at the closed door and sighed. What a day it had been, but he was sure that tomorrow would was going to be just like it: boring motel room that would lead him and Dean right into another adventure...hopefully.

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