I'm baaaaaack ! I really love England !
Here's a new chapter, I really miss writing so it's a long one lol. Hope you'll enjoy it
The new chapter of "The Butterflies Mansion" will be coming soon... The wait will be worthy

CHAPTER 7

Thomas was standing stiff. He stood there, trying to look impressive. After all, he was the master of the house. But, his dominative posture contrasted with the look of fear in his blue eyes.

- Sir Cushing, may I…

- Don't talk to me like you own me, you selfish jackass !

- Edith made her choice, I didn't do anything to influence…

- I know how kids are ! They're supposed to eat your food and break your heart ! I never wanted to have kids of my own… But apparently, I had… So now, you will do what's best for her and LEAVE her ALONE !

- Sir Cushing, if I wanted to talk here, that's because of the article you found in Buffalo… Please, allow me to…

- Which article ? Young man, you're starting to scare me…

- Don't tell anything to Edith… She wouldn't understand… She is so innocent… I love her and…

- I don't care 'bout that ! Which article ?

Thomas oppened his mouth, thinking hard what to say… Was the old man playing him ? Maybe he wanted to hear the news from his mouth ? Or did Edith say the truth about her father's memory problems ? Frowning, he stayed there, remained gazing for some minutes. Before he could pronounce something, Crowley poked his head around the door.

- Buddy boy, your daughter needs you !

- Don't ya see I'm in a middle of a conversation here ! Bobby screamed at the demon.

- Look who's grumpy, Crowley smirked.

Before Bobby could reply, an emaciated gloved hand popped out the armchair and pulled Thomas' arm. The young man tried to shake it away but its grip was too strong. The baronet had a look of pure terror on his face. The demon was watching the scene with disgust. He truly hated ghosts. Bobby smirked lightly, seeing how scared his daughter's husband was in front of one simple ghost hand. Shaking his head, he picked up an iron poker and hit the apparition. Thomas, relieved, looked at his father-in-law with incomprehension. What did it happen ?

- Ghosts... Bobby mumbled.

Crowley sighed and waved at the two men to follow him. The old hunter looked at the baronet who was acting loike nothing happened. This man... This house... everything here was strange. Thomas was massaging his arm, grimacing at the pain the poker's blow gave him. Surely, he will have a bruise. Lucille won't be happy about that, he thought.

Edith ran to her father, hugging him closely. She was shaking, frightened.

- What happened here ? Bobby asked, trying to comforte the young woman in his arms.

- A bloody ghost, Dean said with detachment. This old house is haunted.

- Nonsense, Lucille exclaimed, arriving at time, carrying a tray of hot tea. This house is old and sometimes, you may think there's something in the shadows but I can assure you, there's no ghosts. Ghosts aren't real. You must refrain your imagination.

- Haggish, the old Crowley said with a honey voice, ghosts are real. In fact, anything you can think of is real... demons, vampires, werewolves... even angels ! But, don't be scared, I'm here to protect you ! Thomas, you saw this hand... Tell your sister...

- I saw nothing, Thomas replied without looking his guests. But Sir Cushing hit me with a poker... I don't know why...

- BULLSHIT! Bobby exclaimed, his face red with anger. A bloody ghost took him by his arm ! I saw it, Crowley saw it, this LIAR saw it...

- Father, are you okay ? Edith asked, placing her cold hand on Bobby's forehead. You never believed in supernatural... I...

- Child, I just saw a ghost. They are real ! Every monsters you were afraid of as a child are real ! And it's my job to hunt them !

Edith moved back from his embrace, clearly confused about her father's words,

- Are you joking ? Sbe asked. Making me think that you finally believe me won't make me come back to Buffalo! You can stop pretending ! I can still remember your reaction when I asked to see a gispy after mother's death...

- Speaking of gipsies, I once met one and...

- No one cares ! The old Crowley interrupted the young one, taking him but his arm. Time to go now !

He forced him to follow him outside, cursing out loud. Nobody moved to follow them, to focus on the father/daughter issue.

-We don't have time for this talk right now, Bobby said, watching closely his daughter. Can somebody tell me what exactly happen here while I was talking witb Sir Dumb-ass ?

Thomas looked at his father-in-law with shock. Never could he imagine this respectable man to speak in such terms.

- A freaking ghost of a woman grabbed Edith's dress and then dissapeared, Dean replied and then turned to Lucille. Do you have salt ? Iron things ?

- What for ? I already told you there's nothing here ! You, americans, are really childish to still believe in this fantasy...

The young hunter immediatly saw a change in the newly husband. He quickly looked down, looking like a child who's just been lectured. He almost fell poor for the guy. His sister was clearly the dominant one.

- Now listen to me, Bobby said walking near Lucille. You'll answer all of my questions, without lying. 'Cause even you can see something's not right here !

- How many times do I have to tell you ? It's an old mansion that needs to be repaired ! Does any one want a cup of tea ?

Crowley came back in the room, without a noise. He grapped Dean's wrist and mentionned him to follow.

- If you'll excuse us, we have a gentlemen business to discuss, the demon said with a smirk. I'll take a cup when we get back.

- What now, Crowley ? Dean said when they were outside, freezing. We're in the middle of a hunt, you can't just pop out and drag me out !

- That's what you get, working with a demon... I just made myself go away but, as you can see, I don't know what to do with this...

He kicked a small body with his foot. The hunter didn't take long to recognise the other Crowley.

- Damnit ! What about now ? You just couldn't leave him alone, go peacefuly ?

- He didn't want to... kept mentionning a deal with good old Bobby... I had to send him away... Lucille would never love a jackass crossroads demon, but a king of Hell...

Without even an answer, Dean started to carry the corpse.

- We could put him in the clay thing, in the basement...

The hunter tried to hide his anger.

- Can't... there's already too much People in there, Crowley said with detachment.

- What about the back yard... it's kinda desert...

- Go there, bury him, I'll take care of the mistress of the house... I'll go back on the house while you... hide this thing...

- Really ?

The night fell fast on the old house and soon, Thomas invited everyone to rest. Crowley had managed to invent a story about Fergus' disparition and told something about Dean being so homesick he had to be alone for a moment. Bobby's mood was really really bad. He didn't achieve to shake some sense into his daughter and this bloody english siblings answered no questions about ghosts.

Lucille didn't even care to show the three Americans men their room, just mentionned they would easily find some empty room. Crowley tried to follow her to her room but one look of Thomas made him back away. Edith walked into her new room, hand in hand with her husband but before he entered, he sweetly kissed her cheek.

- I apologise my love but I must take care of some paperwork before the morning. Don't wait for me... I won't wake you, I promess.

Dean, who watched the scene from afar, decided to follow him. What kind of man could possibly deny a night with his hot wife ? I couldn't talk about that to Bobby... he had to investigate alone...

After half an hour of watching the baronet writing a letter, Dean was about to leave to meet his bed when something on the shadows moved. A foggy form came in the center of the room. Dean instantly recognised the ghost who attacked Edith. The distainct crack on her skull, the way she crawled on the floor like she couldn't stand on her legs sent shivers on his back. Thomas did something the hunter could have never imagine. He smiled softly at her, opening his arms to greet her :

- Mother !

Dean praticly choked. What was this shit ?

Another ghost appeared next to his Mother, handed him something small before disappearing. It didn't take long to see what it was. A baby... A small little baby... A small little baby ghost... Thomas looked at it with adoration, silently nursing it. The Mother ghost told him something Dean couldn't understand, trying to crawl to her son.

- I'm so sorry... I have to do that... or she would make sure I'll never see him again... I can't... she's too strong... she does it for love, you know... but Edith... she is different...

The baby started to chirp, looking for his father's attention. Thomas smiled softly and began to sing him a lullaby. Dean didn't know why but he began to feel bad for the guy. He needed to know his story, to know why he couldn't stand against his sister, why he was so afraid... These ghosts seemed to be friendly to him, which was pretty weird. Dean was about to move back, clearly decided to have a discussion with the baronet on the morning when someone or something pushed him inside the room, making his presence know. The old woman ghost moved fast to the hunter, trying to scared him away. Dean pulled out an iron knife out of his pocket and with a quick Flick, she was gone. Thomas looked increduliously at Dean.

- Where is she ? What did you do to her ?

- Easy buddy... first of all, someone pushed me in, second you DID lie when you said there was no ghosts, third your MOTHER tried to attack me and I just defend myself... And why the bloody hell do you stay so calm ?

- In case you didn't notice, I have a baby in my arms who just fell asleep so if you can speak calmly it would be great... is Mother alright ? All my apologies for what happened previously, she doesn't like strangers...

- Are you fucking kidding me ?

- Mister Winchester, please watch your language there's a baby in this room

- A bloody ghost that's what it is ! And who the hell pushed me ?

- It's my son you're talking about... he is just an innocent in this story... so little... so pure...

- You still didn't answer my question... how many ghosts are they ?

- You have met Mother, my son and the one who grapped me earlier and pushed you inside is Enola, my wife...