Three umphs filled the room as all three boys came crashing down. Dean recovered first. Glancing around he found the two jocks trying to sit up dazedly. They needed to get out of there, and fast. Scrambling to his feet, Dean picked up his shot gun and headed for the closest boy, which turned out to be Hammer.

"What the hell was that?" He demanded when Dean came up.

"Sanderson, I'd wager." Dean responded matter-of-factly.

Hammer scoffed, "Yeah right."

But before Dean could elaborate, the two heard Jezzer cry out. They turned to see him flying through the air again and hitting the wall. Scurrying over, they scooped him up and Dean ordered, "Upstairs, now. Get into a room."

Amazingly enough the two boys quickly complied. The group ran up the stairs, the boards moaning their displeasure under the sudden weight. Dean pushed them toward a room at the end of the hall. Hammer burst inside followed by Jezzer then Dean.

The young Hunter went to work automatically. Slamming the door shut, he yanked out the canister of salt he had and started spreading it across the bottom of the door. When he was done, he looked around and saw to his relief only one small window. Ignoring the questions being thrown at him, Dean rushed over and covered the sill. The salt was all but gone now. Not good, but not much else he could do about it right at the moment.

He started searching the room for anything else he could use as a weapon. It was a small bedroom. Nightstand and oil lamp tucked into the corner. A small wardrobe took up most of one wall with a dresser along another. He also noted that another crucifix was hanging on the wall as well. Religious zealots bordering on fanatical. Dean frowned. Somehow they always seemed to be the worst kind of ghosts.

Hammer finally had enough of being ignored. He put himself right in front of Dean, arms crossed. "What the hell is going on, Winchester?"

Rolling his eyes, Dean muttered, "You know, I have a first name."

"Cut the wisecracks and tell us what the hell happened down there!"

"I already told you. Sanderson."

"Stop lying and tell us the truth."

"I am! Isn't this the whole reason we're here. You wanted to scare me with some haunted house crap, right? Well, it wasn't just a story after all." Dean admitted begrudgingly. He should have known better. Nothing was ever just a story. Every story started from some fact. And if he was ever going to find a way out of this he was going to have to weed out the facts from fiction.

"Look, I know this is all a little hard to believe, but maybe the fact that we're all trapped in here together right now will help you move beyond that. But what I really need from you guys right now is every detail you can give me about Sanderson."

They all jumped when something started banging on the door. Terrified, the two jocks stared at the door. But Dean's gaze bore into them. "And I need you to tell me, right now."

-SPN-

I know, not all that exciting but necessary. Anyway, on to the party! Let's play some games. Bobbing for apples anyone? Oh and don't mind the boiler underneath, that's just for show, honest!

Just wanted to say Hi to tall those lurkers out there. –waves- Thanks for reading, I love watching my stats, so I'm very happy to see all of you. Of course I would really love it if you dropped me a quick hi in return. That would be AWESOME!

Well, until tomorrow,

~Ari :D