A/N: loool I realized I shoulda probably made this part of chapter six cause its so short? xD But don't worry I have made up for the length in chapter 8. Also Thanks so much for all the reviews, I'm genuinely and very pleasantly surprised that so many people like this story, sometimes I will stall and drag things out but its because I am a sucky writer and also very much a procrastinator but hopefully we can start to see some action in the next several chapters? I'm trying to write ahead so that I'm not just posting as I write and if I ever fall behind I'll have something for you guys and I think I'm at the point where things will hopefully get exciting and I'm excited to write it and excited to show you guys so look forward to it! (I'm also really nervous about it haha cause I don't know how good I am at writing action)

Chapter 7

At the motel, the brother sat over their table mulling over their current information.

"Well we know the house is definitely haunted," Sam said over a bottle of beer, "by multiple vengeful spirits."

"Yeah, but how many, and how are we going to get them all to get out?" Dean questioned taking a swig of his own beer.

Sam shrugged, "who knows, a dozen ghosts, maybe more?" He paused for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing as they did when he was deep in thought. "You know, this reminds me a lot of the Van Ness House…" He suggested, running a hand through his hair.

Dean sat up, interested. "Yeah," he agreed. "That house had a bunch of crazy ghosts and shit in it too, and people were always dying when they went in there—only no one was stupid enough to try to live there."

"Yeah, and we found out the reason all those ghosts were in that house was because of one powerful ghost holding them hostage."

"You think it could be the same with the murder house?" Dean wondered.

"It's worth looking into, there have to be at least a couple bodies buried there too."

"That's it then," Dean assert standing from his chair, "lets go scout the house tonight—properly."

His younger brother looked up at him in surprise, "tonight?—now?"

Dean shrugged, "why the hell not? We got nothing else to do, plus the house is empty."

Sam sighed, "alright then" he aid, resigned. "Lets go to the murder house."