The next morning, Gin was up before the sun, given that she had fallen asleep before eight, and she could only sleep for so long with so much on her mind. She did get the full eight hours, though, maybe even a little more. She didn't have to worm her way out of Sam's grip, he had rolled over during the night, but that still didn't mean she wouldn't be careful not to wake him up as she slipped out of bed. While he was still asleep, she could slip out of her shorts and pull on a pair of sweatpants to beat the chill in the air. Dean and Sam were both still sound asleep, and their internal clocks weren't even close to going off to get them up, at least within the hour. It gave Gin a chance to go over the evidence that she was sent, even if it wasn't a lot. She sat out on the couch, powering up her laptop and putting her headphones on so she could listen to some of the recordings. They were taken off of a cellphone, so they weren't the clearest, but she had to give the mother credit—she had an idea of what she was doing. They weren't the clearest, but she could make a little bit out here and there of voices. She could tell there was more than one… thing haunting this family, but until she got there, she couldn't know for sure. Even if it was unmistakable, she's been burned before. Nothing was actually caught on camera, as far as apparitions, or any kind of monster, so whatever this thing was knew how to hide itself, and was very powerful.

Gin started to think a little more outside of what was in front of her, and decided she would start on researching the actual area that the house was located. Bushkill, she knew from her childhood, was part of a wide area of Native American influence. Her initial thought was that the house must have been built on a burial ground, and with every passing family and renovation would stir up the activity. Even as she researched the area, within a five mile radius of the house, she hit one dead end after another. Native American rituals weren't even in spitting distance of this place. So, it was back to racking her brain again, trying to figure out what else could cause such a hostile haunting. Normally, just about any information she'd need about a location would be at her fingertips, with access to wifi. But there was so little about this property, a trip to the public archives was probably in order at this point. But first, breakfast.

Crap! They had no food. But she did see a Walmart not far from where they were staying, they passed it coming in. Shutting her laptop, she slipped on her shoes and jacket. Grocery shopping was a skill Gin mastered. She could be in and out of a store in twenty minutes flat and get enough to stock a kitchen for at least five days. She'd be there and back before Sam and Dean even noticed. She picked up the basics, and had meals in her mind for the next couple of days, depending on how long they'd be there. She wasn't a real fan of eating out all the time, it was costly, and she preferred cooking her own food. That was something she strayed away from since she's been staying with Sam and Dean, home cooked meals that weren't out of a microwave were few and far between. When she got back out to her jeep, she had just unloaded the last bag into the trunk before remembering. The pie. Back into Walmart she went. Eventually, she got back to the room, carrying her bags all in one trip, she unpacked them as quietly as she could. Glancing up at the clock on the oven, it read 6:30am. The boys were due to be awake any minute, if they weren't already. Gin put on a pot of coffee, knowing that the fumes would eventually reach them in a gentle wake up call while she started on breakfast. One of the two would get them out of bed for sure, those boys could eat for an army.

Eventually, with the mixtures of coffee and bacon in the air, the boys began to stir. Sam was actually on his feet first, while Dean was still fighting with himself to get out of bed. He wasn't bright eyed or bushy tailed, but he was awake. He pushed his bead head out of his face, and for the moment, his hair sat back save for a couple of unruly strands that popped forward again. But for the time being, his stomach was the driving force to lead him upstairs. Gin could hear his heavy feet coming up the steps and she glanced over her shoulder to see him squinting at the kitchen lights, rubbing his eyes in hopes to get them to adjust.

"Morning, sunshine." She chuckled and turned back to continue cooking, flipping the pancakes onto a plate, only to replace them in the pan with more batter.

"Morning.." Sam seemed a little puzzled by the sight that he could actually see now that his eyes were awake. "How long've you been up?" His voice was still deep with sleep, figuring she must have been up for a while to have gone out to shop without either of them noticing.

"A while. I tried sleeping in, but once I hit eight hours, my body won't let me sleep any longer." She shrugged. "You want any coffee?" She offered, turning away from the stove just as he sat at the counter at one of the stools.

"Please," he seemed to perk up at that and run his hands over his face again with a yawn.

Gin smiled, pouring him a cup and setting it down in front of him, then she earned a puzzling look from him that made her smirk. "What?"

Sam really didn't know what to say without coming off like an asshole, "Nothing, I just.. I'm not used to.." He motioned to what Gin had going on the stovetop.

"Pan…cakes…?" She asked with a nervous smile, not really sure where he was going with this.

"No." He chuckled, "Having an actual breakfast. I mean, Dean'll cook now and again, but this is just not what we're used to."

"He just hates my cooking, don't let him fool you." Dean's voice came from the top of the steps as he walked over to join his brother at the counter.

"That's not true." Sam rebutted.

Gin could only smile and roll her eyes a little, pouring Dean his cup of coffee and handed it over to him. "I just think we should save some money and eat in when we can." Gin shrugged.

When Gin turned back to start plating up the food, Sam and Dean exchanged a look. It was…strange to have someone to do this for them. For years they depended on each other, they really didn't crave a warm, cozy home that often. However, Gin was bringing up those feelings again, whether or not she was aware of it. But that's just how she was, Gin was much like the mother hen of any group she'd become a part of. She liked caring for people, making them feel good, making them feel safe. The Winchesters' silent exchange was cut short by two plates of hot cakes, eggs and bacon being placed down in front of them.

"Eat up, we're goin' over today to touch base with Evelyn and make sure they're okay. I haven't heard from her." Gin told them, leaning over the counter with her plate in front of her to eat as well.

As if they needed an invitation to start inhaling the food in front of them, like they hadn't eaten in three days. Dean looked up and stopped chewing for a moment to speak. "You said this was a poltergeist, right?"

Gin nodded, "As far as I can tell. I don't really know, now. I rewatched what she sent me, I didn't see any apparitions on any of the cameras, even when the activity was at its strongest."

"Well, maybe it knows that we can see it on a camera and is just being sneaky about it." Sam suggested. "Ghosts are dead, not all of them are dumb."

"That's debatable." Dean muttered and took a piece of bacon into his mouth.

"Regardless, I gave Evelyn my number, and she hasn't answered any texts so I just wanna go there and make sure she's okay." Gin replied and worked on finishing her food.

"What exactly did you tell her? I mean, about what we do?" Sam asked warily.

"Yeah I don't think a case like this warrants a visit from FBI." Dean told her.

"Don't hate me, but we're goin' in as ghost hunters, okay?"

Dean's fork clanked on the plate and his face hardened, "That's why you cooked for us."

"No! Definitely not. Besides, I have better things to offer as a bribe other than my cooking. Look, I earned her trust that way. We can't go back on it now. Just.. give it a chance until we can get in there, and see what we're dealin' with. Then if you wanna bail, you can stay here and I'll handle it." Gin said with a bit of sharpness to her tone. "It wasn't like I really lied to her."

Sam looked over at his brother, his eyes softening to his signature move to get over on Dean—the puppy dog eyes. His brother wasn't thrilled at the tactic, and it was clear on his face before the tension finally broke, and he gave in.

"Fine. Fine." Dean grumbled and went back to his breakfast.