Prologue: Sam, Dean and Carli have just left Tonopah, where they met a girl named Sammy, who helped save Sam from becoming a lycon. After going their separate ways, the trio arrive in Ely, where Dean needs to fill his Impala up with gas. Planning to meet Carli at a local cafe, Dean and Sam head out. Everything goes according to plan, until the two start to worry about Carli's whereabouts. As soon as they arrive back in town, they meet up with Sammy, who happens to be following an old story told over and over again by the people of Ely. When Sam receives a strange text from Carli, the three put two and two together. Where has Carli gotten to? Will the three be able to save her? Or will time run out?

Bloodstain PT.2

The Impala rolled to a stop outside the local library- one of the places Dean despised the most. Pulling the keys from the ignition, Dean turned to Sam, who was sitting next to him. "As soon as we get all the information we need, we head straight to that haunted house on the outskirts of town," he said seriously, as he opened the door to get out. Feeling something grab hold of his jacket sleeve, Dean turned and faced his younger brother.
"Just promise me you'll be careful when we go there though," he said, causing Dean to give a weak smile.
"Aren't I always?" Pulling away from Sam's grasp, Dean got out of the car and locked the door behind him. Placing his hands on his hips, he looked up at the library, clearly not happy about something. "I seriously don't know how you could go to college."
Sam gave a small laugh as he also got out of the car, and he locked the door behind him. "For your information, you didn't have to be in the library twenty four seven," he stated, before the two began to head in the direction of the front of the library. As soon as Sam opened the front door of the library, memories came flooding back of Jess. Many were from the late hours they spent in the college library, trying to finish homework and such. As soon as the thoughts had come, they had disappeared because Dean had nudged him in the side.

"What would it be under- Mr. College Boy?" he asked, as the two began to move away from the door.
Not seeing anything useful, Sam approached an elderly man, wearing large, round glasses. He looked to be around sixty or so years old, and his hair was grey. "Where can we find old newspaper articles?" he asked, causing the man to look at him quizzically. Hardly anyone looked at the old newspaper articles they had stored away.
"Newspaper articles? Follow me young man..." he answered, as he began to head towards the back of the library.
Looking back at Dean, Sam gestured for him to follow. Giving a sigh, Dean stuffed his hands into his pockets before he followed his younger brother through the library. You could tell by the way he looked around the place that Dean didn't feel like he belonged, because he just didn't have a passion for reading or anything like that- like the way Sam was. Looking up, he almost walked into the back of Sam because Sam had stopped so suddenly, and because Dean wasn't watching where he was going.

"Here you go," the man stated, as he came out of a small room, holding a large box, overflowing with old newspaper articles. "They go all the way back to 1920."
Sam took the box from the man, and he struggled to carry it, considering it was so heavy. Luckily, they found an empty table nearby, where they placed the large box down. Wiping his forehead, and taking a large breath, Sam began to pull some of the articles out, pile by pile. There had to be thousands of newspaper articles in there!
Dean decided to sit down on a chair in front of him, and he watched carelessly as his brother pulled out every article. Once Sam was done, he placed the box on the floor, before he, too, sat down across from Dean.
"Search for whatever you can about the Phelps- anything about him, his family- everything," Sam clarified, as he placed a large pile down in front of him.
Pulling a pen and a small notepad from one of his pockets, Dean placed that down in front of him, before he pulled a pile across the table in front of him. Giving a sigh, he began to read through each article, hoping to find something on the man known as Phelps.

After only ten minutes, Dean was beginning to get weary. He had only searched through half of the first pile he had pulled across the table, while Sam had already searched through two huge piles, each bigger than the one Dean had been searching through. "I've had enough," Dean said finally, as he leaned back in the seat he was sitting on. "I can't do this anymore. My eyes are sore."
Sam stopped and looked at his older brother, before giving a smirk. "I've never heard you complain before," he said, before he gave a chuckle. Well, he had from time to time. Mostly when something was getting the best of him.
Dean ripped a piece of paper from the notepad in front of him, before he screwed it up and threw it at Sam, and it hit his head. "I'm sorry Sherlock, but I don't read. I'm not a bookworm."
Sam gave a sigh. "Just because you read doesn't mean you're a bookworm," he stated, before he leaned back into his chair. "Did you find anything on Phelps? Or anything involving him?"

Dean shook his head as he stared up at the roof. "Absolutely nothing. The closest thing I could find was a rape that his friend attempted," he replied, as he put his hands behind his head. "You?"
"No luck," Sam answered, shaking his head. Suddenly, a thought came to mind. "What happens if everything occurred before the 1920's? Because that guy back there did say these went back to 1920."
"I doubt it. You said that the place was haunted, and it should stay like that until someone puts a stop to it. If it still is haunted, that might be the reason why Carli decided to go there, even with some guy."
The tone of voice Dean used at the end of his comment made Sam realise that his older brother was jealous that Carli would go off with someone else, instead of him. I guess he did have strong feelings for her. "Well, lets just say it did," Sam continued. "There's a chance everything occurred before the 1800's, and that was when it became haunted."
"And what chance is that? Like a million to one," said Dean.

"Well, we can't give up yet," said Sam, as he leaned over the side of his chair to pick up the large box that held the old newspaper articles. Placing it up onto the table in front of him, he began to put them all away, even without the help of his older brother. "Since when do you give up so easily?"
"I don't," Dean said simply, as he placed the notepad and pen into one of his pockets. "It was your idea to come to the library, and I just followed you here on your account."
Trying to fit all of the newspaper articles back in the box, an idea came into Sam's mind. "What happens if someone's got the article we're looking for?" he suddenly asked, with a faint hope. "Maybe someone's trying to solve this mystery. Maybe Carli's got it- I dunno."
Dean looked at Sam before he rose to his feet. "So you're saying we should search the library just in case someone's got the article we're looking for?" he asked, but he didn't need an answer to even understand. "Are there any hot nerdy chicks that hang around libraries?"

Sam gave a sigh as he began to follow Dean around the library, in search of the article they thought someone was looking at. Was that all he thought about? "I take that as a no," Dean said finally, after Sam didn't reply to his question.
As the two Winchester brothers walked down aisles of books, they could hear the sound of a photocopier. Arriving at the end of an aisle, Sam stopped when a piece of yellowed paper landed at his feet. Curiously, he picked it up and looked at the heading. Death of Old Man McInturf at Phelps Place. That was enough to make Sam realise that the article he was now holding in his hands was the article that he and his brother had been looking for. And he had been right. Someone had been reading the article, and maybe wanted to figure out what was going on- just like them.
"Watcha got there?" Dean questioned, as he peered over his brother's shoulder. Not being able to see over his younger brother's shoulder, Dean appeared at his side. Noticing the heading, he knew they had found what they were looking for. "Where'd you find that?"

"On the floor," Sam answered, as the sound of the photocopier subsided.
"I'm sorry, but I need that," a feminine voice stated, which sounded remotely familiar. Both Sam and Dean looked up at the same time, to see a girl, a year or so younger than Sam, standing front of them. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans, a pair of brown boots, along with a red, tight fitting tank top, which showed off her curves, and a denim jacket over the top. Sam's heart suddenly leapt into his throat. It was her- the girl that gave him- gave him butterflies in his stomach. No one had that effect on him- no one but Jess had left that effect on him.
There, standing in front of them, was none other than Samantha Hall, known to them as Sammy. (Nicknamed Sam by Dean) She was the girl that had helped Dean and Carli save Sam from becoming a lycon.
"Hey Sammy! What are you doing here?" Sam asked, as Sammy took the article from him. Walking back over to the photocopier, she began to photocopy it. (no duh)
Sammy gave a smile. "Trying to solve the mystery- just like you guys," she answered, before she turned away from them and began to concentrate on the photocopier.
Dean approached Sammy, with Sam behind him. "Does your presence have anything to do with the disappearance of Carli?" he asked, causing the younger hunter to turn around.
Sammy looked at Dean. "Not at all. And since you brought that up, I might as well tell you the other reason as to why I'm here." Sammy gestured towards a small table, where Dean and Sam quietly sat down. "Carli called me, saying she had just arrived in Ely. She said that she was really upset about making Sam remember uh- yeah, so she wanted me to come down and surprise you guys. She told me to meet her at the cafe, and so I did. Except... I saw her leave with a guy who looked like Ryan Reynolds."

"You mean that fat guy from that 'Just Friends' movie?" Dean questioned, causing Sam to look at him weirdly, and for Sammy to nod her head in agreement. Since when did Dean have the time to watch movies?
"I tried to follow them, but they just seemed to- disappear into thin air..." she continued, "but I did hear them talking about the Phelps house, so I came here to check it out." And that was why she had the old article on the Phelps house. She had thought the exact same thing Sam and Dea had.
Sam gave a smile. Not only was Sammy quite attractive, but she was also intelligent. Her head wasn't in the gutter. She actually put her brain to use, and knew how to use it well. He then quickly shook his head of the thought. How could he already be thinking of another girl- just after what had happened to Jess? He couldn't fall in love with another girl- he made a promise to his old girlfriend. But then again...
As soon as the photocopier had finished photocopying, Sammy gave the yellowed article to Sam. "You're gonna need this," she stated, before she grabbed the photocopied version. Grabbing her duffel bag, she then slung the strap over one of her shoulders.

"You're going there on your own?" Sam questioned, as he looked up from the article in his hands. Sliding the piece of paper across the table to his older brother, he then stood up, and approached Sammy. "You can't go on your own- it's too dangerous." He really didn't want to worry about someone else going into the house alone. Even though Carli hadn't, strangers did count as you going on your own.
"I've handled things like this before," she answered, looking up and into Sam's eyes. "I've been on plenty of hunts before I met you guys. I think I can look after myself."
"What? You've handled a house that is home to a spirit that makes whoever enter go mad?" Sam asked, getting his point across. "If you join up with us, we can solve this thing together."
Dean gave a snort as he rose to his feet. "Where'd you get this article from?" he questioned, as he looked at Sammy. It looked different to the articles that had found in the large box.
Sammy suddenly went a light shade of pink, and she avoided both Sam and Dean's gazes. "I uh- stole it..." she mumbled, causing Dean to smirk.
"You certainly know how to pick 'em Sammy," Dean stated, as he slapped his younger brother on the back.
Sam rolled his eyes as he ignored his older brother, and he turned back to Sammy.. "So will you join us?" he asked, silently hoping that she would say 'yes.' It's make it a lot easier if she said yes, because then Sam wouldn't have to worry about her. He could be there to protect her.

"I guess I do have to say yes," Sammy answered finally, looking between the two brothers. "I did make a promise to a friend, and I plan to keep it."
"So you said Carli rang you just after she arrived in Ely?" Dean questioned, before he turned to Sam. "That was around four- and then she rang us around four thirty."
"I got here just after three," stated Sammy, "but I seriously don't understand why we need to know all this. Carli's in that house, and something bad could've happened to her for all we know."
Ignoring Sammy's statement, Dean urged Sam to pull out his cell phone, and he did so. Flipping it open, Dean read through Sam's message inbox, until he arrived at the message Carli had sent.

Sam,
Don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine.
See you soon.

"I knew something was weird," Dean stated suddenly, as he looked up at Sam and Sammy. "Just before we said our goodbyes- over six days ago, I gave you both nicknames. We all agreed to it. See this message? Carli didn't send it. The person who had led her into the house did. She added your number under 'Sam,' unaware that we changed the nicknames."
Sam looked up at his older brother. "That explains a lot," he stated, not really believing what Dean was saying was true. He then took his cell phone back and began to look at the message himself. "And it's not Carli either because she didn't say 'love Carli' on the end of the message?"
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Possibly."
"Well, she's been in that house for over two hours," Sam continued, before he handed Sammy his cell phone, so then she could also get a look at it.
Sammy looked at Sam's cell phone before she handed it back to him. She then ran a hand through her blonde hair, beginning to stress over her friend. "We've got to go there- now!"
Dean looked over at Sammy, as his brother pocketed his cell phone. Pulling his keys out from his pocket, Dean gave a smile. "Lets go pay this spirit a visit."

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The Impala rolled to a stop in front of an old, two storey, Victorian house. The back and sides of the house were surrounded with old trees. Dean pulled the keys from the ignition and got out of his car, before walking down the gravel drive to the front porch of the old house. Looking around, he then strolled back to his car, where he popped open the trunk.
"I'm having a strange case of déjà vu," Sam stated, as he and Sammy joined his brother at the back of his car, where he pulled up the bottom of the trunk, revealing a large variety of weapons.
"What are these?" Sammy questioned, as she pulled two discs with handles from the trunk.
Dean took one of the discs from her, and pressed a button, causing it to turn into a buzz saw, and it began to spin around loudly. "They're tojo blades," he clarified, as he pressed the button again, causing it to stop spinning. "Haven't you seen the movie 'Van Helsing'?"
Sammy gave a loud sigh, and she or Dean didn't notice that Sam had stepped onto the front porch. "So what weapons are we gonna need?"
"Something that can protect us from a pissed off spirit," answered Dean, as he continued to look through the trunk of his Impala.

"Guys!" Sam called, causing Dean to instantly grab a couple of weapons and shut the weapons box and trunk of the car. He was joined by Sammy as they ran up onto the porch. "Look at this bloodstain..." Sam knelt down and touched the stain, which sat right in front of the door, which was hanging off its hinges. Sam ran his hand over the stain, but nothing came off onto his hand. Standing up to his full height, Sam looked around himself, and the sudden realisation made him think of the horror that Carli was in. "This is my nightmare..."
Dean looked at Sam, not believing what he was hearing. Now he definitely had a reason to be worried. "Your nightmare? You mean- the one you had earlier? That person in your dream was- Carli?"
Sam sadly nodded his head. "What are you guys talking about?" Sammy demanded, before the sound of the door fluttering in the breeze was heard.
Feeling completely freaked out, Sammy kicked the door, sending it flying into the room beyond. "Please explain to me what's going on."
Sam looked at Sammy. Her jaw was set, and she had her hands on her hips. She looked like she wasn't going to budge until she got an answer. "Me and my brother- we think I've got 'ESP.' I dreamt about this place earlier today, but I wasn't sure if it was real or not." Sam hated using the word 'ESP,' but it was better than what Dean called it. 'The Shining.'

"So Carli's in danger because you thought the dream wasn't real?" Sammy questioned, looking Sam directly in the eyes. Shaking her head, she headed towards the doorway, but was held back, because Sam had grabbed hold of her arm.
"You're not going in there alone," he said stubbornly, but Sammy broke free from his grasp, and headed inside the dark house, with the two Winchester brothers reluctantly following behind. Sam did have a reason as to why he hadn't warned Carli about his dream. He didn't even know who the hell the woman had been. She had been too far away to tell.
"This isn't so bad," stated Dean, as the three stopped in the middle of an empty room. He handed both Sam and Sammy a pistol, while he had one of his own. Each pistol was loaded with rocksalt, to ward off any spirit they came across in the house. The three now stood in the middle of a vacant room, on dusty floorboards. Nearby was a set of stairs, and there were many rooms beyond the one they were currently standing in.

Sammy looked around herself. Every window was broken, there were cobwebs in every corner of the room- talk about freaky! And on top of that every room was dark- as if trying to keep a secret. "Sam! Don't touch anything!" she cried, as Sam approached a wall in front of them, where a large, painted picture in a gold frame was hanging. A young girl with dark brown hair was in the picture, in a long, golden dress. She sat on a chair, and her long hair was in a plait, which was over her shoulder. Reaching out, Sam touched the picture with his fingertip, and watched as the picture began to move.
A small, silver knife moved in the picture, towards the body of the girl. Sam continued to watch with fascination as the knife struck her body, and blood began to run down her dress. An earsplitting scream was then heard from somewhere in the house, scaring the hell out of Sammy.
"Sam! What the hell did you do!?" Dean demanded, as his younger brother got down onto his knees. Lying on the ground in front of him, was a cell phone.
"Did you find something?" Sammy asked quietly, as she approached Sam. Sam handed her the cell phone, and she realised that it belonged to Carli. Placing the phone into one of her pockets, Sammy stared at the picture that was hanging on the wall. Whoever had painted it was a very talented artist.

"That was no ordinary scream," Dean said finally, as Sam and Sammy looked at him. "It was the scream from the spirit's latest victim."
Sammy placed a hand over her heart. "You mean... Carli?" She watched as Dean slowly nodded his head. Angrily she turned to the picture that was hanging on the wall behind her and Sam. "I betcha this thing has something to do with it."
Dean and Sam watched as Sammy pulled out a pocket knife, and she began to slash at the picture. It wasn't long before low groans and moans were heard from somewhere in the house. Was the spirit coming for them? Or was it still occupied with its latest victim?
"We have to go find Carli," said Sam, turning to Sammy and his older brother. "Before that spirit decides to kill her."
"Well, I'll search upstairs," Dean stated, but Sam stopped him from moving in the direction of the staircase. Looking at his younger brother, Dean knew what he meant, just by looking into his eyes. "Alright Sherlock, but don't come crying to me when you need help."
Sam faced Sammy, who was holding herself as if she was cold. "I'll go search upstairs, and you guys stay down on this level." Meeting Sammy's worried eyes, he gave a weak smile. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Sam then turned to Dean. "Make sure you look after Sammy," he said, but he knew full well that Dean wouldn't do what he asked.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever."


With the nicknames, I thought I'd just put that in :P When Carli had originally put Sam's number into her cell phone, she had put his name under 'Sam,' so as the brothers think, the spirit used her phone and used the name it was under in the text message. To clear things up with the tojo blades Sammy had pulled out of the weapons box, Dean doesn't actually take them with him into the house. The blades don't ward off spirits, like the rocksalt does. They only cut things in half as they spin around, like an electric saw. Also, for those wanting to know the locations of where they have been so far, here they are. Yosemite Village is in California, and both Tonopah and Ely are located in Nevada. Please R&R if you haven't already done so!