Dean parked the Impala in front of the Victorian style house noting the lack of police tape or people. They had caught a glimpse of the Winchester house on the drive there and it made Dean wish that it was the Winchesters they were part of owned the house. It was pretty big with two stories and a wraparound patio. The old Victorian on the other hand, looked like crap. Sam said, "We better bring salt guns just in case."

Dean was already ahead of him, out of the car, and grabbing the guns out of the trunk. If the ghost had offed the other guys for messing with its house it wouldn't be too welcoming for more. Sam asked, "Dean are you sure it was a good idea it was okay to let Cas go do research by himself?"

Dean surveyed the house over as he walked up the stairs; apparently ignoring Sam. Sam asked again, "Dean?"

Dean glared back at him, "What Sammy!"

"Cas, research, alone?"

Dean looked away from Sam and said, "Cas is a big boy he'll be fine. He might end up traumatizing a librarian or something, but he'll be fine. Now stop worrying about your boyfriend Samantha and get moving." Sam figured it best not to comment. They cautiously entered the house.

A slight blood stain was on the banister. Dean asked, "Humpty dumpty?"

Sam nodded and they boys made their way up the stairs. The EMF meter started going haywire, "Looks like Casper's here."

Dean shouted, "Hey come out show yourself."

Sam sighed. He was about to tell Dean that wouldn't work when the room temperature suddenly dropped. Dean pointed towards the window where words were being written in the condensation. It read: GET OUT please. Dean chuckled, "Wow Casper had some manners."

"That's more than you." Sam replied

"Sam not everybody can be a pretty princess like you

"Well it's good you finally acknowledge I'm pretty."

The ghost apparently did not take kindly to their bickering, as the house started to shake. Castiel appeared in the room and put his hands on the boy's shoulders, "I apologize for this." Before Dean could even ask what the hell Cas meant they were transported or 'flown' as Cas would put it to an empty motel room. Once they hit the ground Dean instantly got into Castiel's face, "God Damn it Cas I hate that! Why'd you mojo us out of there anywhere we were just getting to the good part!"

Castiel frowned, "I am well aware that you dislike flying because you believe it disrupts your bowl movements, but I have found vital information about the case."

Sam, who was still calming down from the paranoia that heightened cautiousness on a hunt, sat down on the bed, "Cas, did you book us this room?"

Castiel tore his and Dean's lengthy gaze to look at Sam, "Indeed I believed it would be necessary."

Dean asked, "Well that's all fine and dandy, but what was sooo important that you just had to tell us."

"The ownership of that house been to the Levy family since 1949" Castiel answered, "A member of the family still resides in Kearney Nevada. Her name is Aurania Marcus and she is 76 years old. In order to obtain the information we need about the house and the spirit that resides in it we must meet with her."

Sam smiled, "That's awesome Cas you found all that out by yourself."

"I am afraid not," Castiel answered, "I at first had difficulty in differing what information was useful to us and what was not. John was of much assistance to me."

Dean was curious about whom this John guy was, but it could wait. Sam tossed a priest outfit to Dean and said, "Suit up Father Winehouse."

Dean whined "Winehouse seriously?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "I'm gonna be Father Jacobs."

"It's better than Winehouse." Dean muttered

Castiel did not question the Winchester brothers' motives when posing as false priests, but he could clearly understand why Dean was angered by having to take a fake name that pertained an abode containing alcohol made of grapes.

Aurania Marcus opened her front door to a pair of young looking priest. One smiled a charming smile, while the other was very tall and looked like a haircut would do him some good; behind them stood a handsome man in a trench coat. The charming one said, "Mrs. Marcus I am Father Winehouse and this is Father Jacobs if we could have but a moment of your time we would be very grateful."

She smiled softly, "Its Ms. Marcus. My husband David passed a few years ago."

Father Jacobs said, "You have your condolences. He's in heaven now with God."

The trench coated man whispered to Father Winehouse, "Dean why is this David with God. I find it as you would say 'unfair' when I have been searching for God and this David is with him."

Father Winehouse elbowed him in the ribs and whispered back, "Cas will you shut it."

Aurania may be 76 years old, but she was neither blind nor deaf, not yet. She found these priests certainly odd to say the least. Nether the less she invited them into her home. Hot water was still on the stove for tea and cookies were already set out for her guest. As she went to prepare the tea she called over her shoulder, "Please have a seat there are cookies on the table." Father Winehouse wasted no time in heading towards the cookies.

As she sat down the tea along with both crème and sugar she said, "Now boys I am well aware you aren't priest. Now you can say whatever it is you need to say without having to go through the silly charade. You can tell me your actual names so I won't have to refer to you as father."

The trench coated man asked, "So is it acceptable for elderly women to say 'silly' while for grown men it is not?"

The fake Father Winehouse glared at the man in the trench coat then returned his attention to Aurania, "Alright Lady I'm Dean, that's Sam and Cas. Now how do you know we're not priests?"

Aurania said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Dean, Sam, and Cas. I don't believe you're priest for one because you aren't very convincing. Second a lovely young man had already dropped by, asked me a number of questions, and he said that if some federal agents, or priest, or anything of the sort came to my door that I don't believe they are for a second. Frankly I could have figured that out even without being told beforehand."

The men shared a few looks to each other before Dean spoke sternly, "Ms. Marcus who was this young man that came by. Did he seem strange at all or did you know him?"

Aurania spoke soothingly, "Now don't you get worked up now. I did not know him though I have seen him around town. He's such a bright young man. I believe he said his name was John."

Dean asked Cas, "You're friend?"

Cas met Dean's eyes and said, "It's possible…"

Aurania thought those boys were not shy about eye contact. Sam asked Aurania, apparently ignoring his two companions, "Ms. Marcus what did that boy ask you about?"

Dean and Castiel had returned to the conversation and all eyes were on Aurania. She rubbed the back of her neck, even after all these years it was still so difficult to talk about, but she knew these boys meant well just as John had before.

She took a deep breath then began, "On September 1st of 1930 German troops invaded Poland. My family, we were Jews in Poland, and well you know the history. It was six horrible years. I was only ten when the war began; the third youngest of seven children, The Eldest Jack at 20 who had lived in the U. S, then the twins Dominic and Bruno 18, Jonathon 14, Me, Peter 8, and Mara just a baby. We were happy living with our grandmother, mother, and father: Babcia, Mamusia, and Tatu."

She swallowed and wiped the corner of her eye. The boys did not press her. Dean was for once in his life showing patience.

"After the war only Dominic, Jonathan, and I had survived. A few years later we all left Europe to come to America. Jonathon went on to become a very successful business man, he never married when he became a pilot in the following wars and fell in love with the sky. He died of a stroke at 60. Dominic fell in love with an old friend of Jack's; they married and had two kids Bruno and Carrie, and had six grandchildren then Dominic died from old age. I went to college, and on to medical school where I met my David and we had our daughter Eliza."

Aurania took a sip of her tea and continued, "That house had once belonged to Jack when he immigrated here. We also lived there for a short time and there had been some suspicious activity suggesting that a spirit was there like things ending up in another place when no one had moved them, doors suddenly slamming, and shadows seen until you took another look and there was nothing there. Dean, Sam, Cas I believe one of my brothers has latched onto that house and is staying there through the connection our family has to it. Please even if you are now priest I know you have good intentions."

She sighed, "Please… put him to rest."

Sam sniffled and seemed to be fighting back tears. Dean was having a little trouble keeping cool as well, but he took Aurania's hand anyway and said, "Ms. Marcus, we'll put him to rest. We promise."

As the men took their leave and drove off, Aurania thought it would be a good idea to give Ruth a call.

Dean and Sam ditched the priest getups; few words were spoken between them, Castiel also took the hint and said nothing. They arrived at the house in silence until Dean said, "Damn…Sammy it's just…Damn."

Sam nodded, "I know Dean we have to do this not just for the case, but for that sweet old lady too." They entered the house thinking the easy salt and burn was no longer such. Upon entering they saw a blonde boy standing in the den. Castiel said, "Hello John."

I mean no insult nor disrespect to any of those affected or had relatives affected by WW2 and or the Holocaust. -C.J