The action is starting up this chapter! Hope you all like it!

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"Now that's a haunted house!" Dean remarked as he parked the Impala in front of the decrepit structure. According to Sam, the building was a former orphanage. St. Mary's had burned down in 1937. The fire destroyed half of the building and the cause was unknown. There had been only one casualty, Margot Weston. She had been twelve years when she met her demise and no one could figure out why she hadn't been outside of the building, playing with the other children when the fire started. A suspicious death was the perfect way for a vengeful spirit to be born.

Normally, Dean was just fine with hunting ghosts. The solution was simple: Salt and burn the bones of the deceased. Except, of course, when the remains were already burned and the bugger decided to cling onto something else, like Margot obviously had. Dean was all for torching the place because that was where Margot lived and any belonging she was holding onto had to be in there. Sam was against it. He worried about the fire spreading and possible firemen casualties. Dean had tried to argue, but Sam had fixed him with his sad, puppy dog look. In an instant, Sam changed from an overgrown adult, to that floppy haired, little kid again. Then the whole 'What Sammy wants Sammy gets' response kicked in.

"You sure about this Sam?" Dean asked as he loaded his shotgun with salt rounds and glanced at the ivy covered structure. The place really gave him the creeps.

"I'm sure," Sam affirmed, loading his own shotgun, "We've got to at least try, before we burn the place down."

"Fine, but if we don't find this doll you're talking about, then we do it my way," He reminded and Sam nodded reluctantly, "You got the picture?"

"Yeah." Sam pulled the folded piece of paper out of pocket. On the paper was a print out of the last picture of Margot alive. She was lined up was a few over a dozen kids and a nun. Like other black and white pictures he'd seen, no one was smiling. The picture sent chills down his spine. It wasn't the children that freaked him out though; it was the nun, Sister Audrey. There was just something…off about the way her eyes seemed to stare right through you. Dean shook the feeling off and his eyes traveled to the little girl that Sam had identified as Margot. She was clutching a china doll. His little brother thought that maybe Margot's spirit was holding onto the doll.

"Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." Dean grumbled and checked to make sure the Impala was locked up properly before following Sam. There was no way anyone was going to steal his baby while he was in some stupid haunted house.

"Should I leave you two alone?" Sam chuckled in a good natured manner.

"Aw, be quiet Sam." He hissed as he shouldered past his little brother and powered towards that house. If this was going to be successful, then it had to be done quickly. The moment Margot realized what they were trying to do, Dean bet his bottom dollar that she would go bizerk.

Despite this fact, both Winchesters stopped when they reached the rotted entryway. It was dark, damp and damn uninviting. "Ladies first," Dean chortled and gestured towards the door-less doorway.

Sam rolled his eyes and plunged into the darkness, closely followed by Dean. Flashlight beams revealed that the inside of the building was in even worse shape than the outside. The majority of the second floor had fallen in, leaving piles of vine covered rubble. How the hell were they supposed to find a doll in this mess? Dean heard Sam sigh and knew his brother was thinking the exact same thing.

"We should just burn the place." Sam said in a defeated manner.

"Come on man, don't give up so easily," Dean encouraged even though he desperately wanted this place to go up in a flaming inferno, "We'll take a quick look. Who knows? We might get lucky."

"When have we ever gotten lucky?"

"Our luck isn't that bad." He defended was he took a cautious step forward and scanned the floor with his flashlight.

"Yeah, it is."

"Is not!"

"Is too-oh shit! Dean!" Sam's cry was coupled with the snapping of decaying floorboards. In a second, instead of his little brother standing to the right of him, there was a gaping hole. Of course the damn building had to have a basement!

"Sam!" He cried hoarsely as he got down onto his knees and edged over to the hole. "Answer me man!"

"I'm here." His little brother groaned after a few heartbreakingly slow seconds. Dean shined the flashlight down the whole and trained it on Sam. He was lying on his back and clutching his side.

"Are you hurt?"

"I just fell through the floor. What do you think?" Sam hissed in pain as he tried to sit up.

"I mean how bad," Dean clarified and then felt his breath catch when the flashlight beam fell on Sam's reddened hands, "I'm coming down there."

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