'm here, 'm here. Bug, you're gonna go crazy over this chapter and you know why.

AND I wanna thank everyone who put this story to their alert list AND thank you to those of you who review (it's what keeps me going, really) AND thank you to those of you who kind of still read this story. LOL AND sorry for all the grammar/spelling mistakes you're gonna find here...I have to work fast, because we have so many thunderstorms that...yeah...I can't be on my computer for too long...sorry...blame it on the weather. LOL

Enjoy…

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The stairs were long and not very wide; just enough for one man to go up and to not meet someone going down. There once was a carpet of some sort covering them, but now…it was just a fabric with frayed edges, worn out décor and small holes animals did while searching for food.

Made of wood, the stairs were protesting every step Sam did. Crying out, creaking and whining. He was running his right hand on the fence; dusty old wooden thing, that was shaking under his touch; not very stable and not very reliable. He let go of it and wiped his hands in his jeans.

"Watch that stair."

Dean pointed his finger at the stair he was referring to and Sam carefully stepped over it, not taking any chances with it. Not taking any chances with the whole house. Nothing in the whole house looked very stable, reliable...safe to him. Nothing.

"Gimme the flashlight."

Dean's voice fell into Sam's busy mind, making him flinch.

"Sam…"

There was a warning of some sort in Dean's voice and Sam looked up to see Dean starring at him like he had just seen him for the first time ever.

"Yeah, the flashlight."

He put his backpack down on the floor of the upstairs hallway; another long one, different décor here…no flowers, just ash colored walls, one little table on the left side, a few doors, nothing spectacular to write home about. Nothing, but a beige door at the end of the hallway. If it wasn't for one little lost ray of sunlight that was shining straight onto the golden doorknob there, Sam would never have seen them. Would never have paid attention.

"Sam, sometime today would be awesome."

Sam looked up at Dean and saw his brother wearing a look of deep concentration and 'what's wrong with you'.

Sam shrugged: "Uh, yeah. Here."

He offered his brother the flashlight, sliding his eyes one last time to that beige door. The doorknob was sparkling in gold…and the door was almost white. The only door he had seen in the whole house. The only door period. Every other room was just a gapping hole with broken door, but this…this was a beige door with a golden doorknob and they were whole…not broken…still there…looking at him.

"Sam…you coming?"

The door with the golden doorknob…they were laughing at him, taunting him…

"Sam!!"

Dean's voice broke whatever spell the door had on Sam: "Yeah, 'm coming."

They walked deeper into the dark hallway, Dean's flashlight the only source of light at some points. The early morning sun hasn't penetrated through the tall trees outside yet, thus making the upstairs room look gloomy and sad; lonely.

SNSN

The floorboards were moaning under their weight, making a deafening sound in the quiet room. Dust sparkled in the flashing beam when Dean pointed the light towards a huge bed.

"What is this place?" Dean whispered, afraid that any noise would make the house collapse.

He was flashing his flashlight all over the place; an ancient brown closet on his left, a bed draped with a blanket on his right, a wide window in front of him, with long silken curtains. The master bedroom of someone at some point.

"I have no idea." Sam sidestepped Dean and walked deeper into the room, swiping his fingers over a table near the window. Dust; years and years of dust was lying on the table and Sam wiped his fingers in his jeans.

Stopping by the window, he leaned out as much as he dared; the window's ledge was fragile, just ready to break.

There was a big backyard stretching deep into the forest, the grass eaten by the tall trees.

Somewhere near the right corner of the yard was a white bench and a fountain with a little boy holding a flute…the water was still running out of the flute.

"Didn't the internet say anything?"

Dean's voice startled Sam, making him almost lean on the window's dirty glass.

"Mr. Google didn't exactly ask me if I want to know about a house in the middle of the woods, now did he?"

Dean shot him a look over tiny dust particles, that simply said 'idiot'.

Sam huffed and turned his eyes back to peer out the window: "We've checked out every room in here and found crap. Now what?"

"Check again."

Dean said that so matter-of-factly it made Sam let go of the view his eyes were focused on and turn his sharp eyes towards his brother.

"Again?"

"Peter was here, that much we know, right? So…we just have to keep looking. He was talking about his dad and brother, so maybe…"

"They're still here…somewhere?"

Sam looked out the window again. The flute was still spilling out water and the sun was still slowly rising. It'll be a beautiful day. A warm spring day.

"Maybe," Dean turned around and faced the door, "maybe not."

"Well, we checked out all the rooms here…you're thinking a hidden room?"

Sam was thinking 'the beige door'.

"Definitely."

Dean was thinking 'basement'.

"Where do you wanna start?

"Basement. You?"

"The beige door at the end of this hallway."

"The attic?"

"You think?"

Could it be that simple? Just an attic?

"Probably."

"Okay, so…so you go to the basement and I'll go to the attic."

"No."

"Why not?"

"We're not splitting up in this house."

"Why the hell not?"

This was unbelievable: "Dean…" Sam left out a long breath.

"What?"

Dean was becoming slightly agitated with this. The whole house…it was as if it was screaming at them to 'SPLIT UP' and that was so wrong on so many levels and the bitch ain't gonna get what it wants.

"We'll cover more grounds if we split up, man."

"No way in no how. Ever. Not in this house."

"Give me one good reason."

Dean sighed and lowered his head, running his hands through his short hair: "It's like…this house…it's like it wants us to split up. Can't you feel it, Sam?"

Sam smiled. Dean had one of his spells again. Intuition of a hunter is important and Sam learned to trust his brother's. Dean's nose could sniff out a monster three states over.

They were both freaks.

"Alright. Okay. We go check out the attic first 'coz it's closer and then the basement and…"

Sam stopped in the middle of the sentence, looked down at the wood beneath Dean's boots that made a sound he really, really didn't want to hear and then quickly shifted his eyes back up to Dean's.

"Sam?"

Dean looked and sounded scared. His voice was trembling, his eyes were wide, his hands were shaking, making the beam of light, coming from the flashlight he held with a death grip, dance all over the place.

This was not good.

"Ompf…" the breath was taken out of Dean's lungs when the wood beneath his feet started to crumble and part. The nose it made was making Sam's heart speed up and Dean's almost stop.

No one should hear the cracking noise wood makes when something is breaking it apart…especially if you know what the outcome of that will be.

"Dean?!"

Sam made a step closer, a step away from the window and Dean held out his hand, his ring shining in the early morning sun: "Stay back, Sam."

"Dean?!!"

This is not happening…

…but before Sam knew it, he saw his whole life flash before his eyes but in reality it was Dean's body disappearing into a hole in the ground.

"Dean!!!" Sam carefully stepped closer to the dark hole in the floor that his brother's body made when it fell through.

"Dean!!!" he yelled into the abyss, hearing only wood breaking and squealing when Dean kept falling deeper and faster through the rotten wood. He strained his eyes, trying to see something, trying to see if Dean stopped, but all he could see was the beam of the flashlight disappearing into darkness. And then…there was nothing. The flashlight broke, the light disappeared but the noise remained.

"Dean!!!"

Sam ran out of the room as fast as he could, breaking his feet down the long hallway that was now finally bathing in the early morning sun, screaming his brother's name every few steps, hoping beyond hope that that would be what will stop Dean from falling any deeper into the house: "Dean!!!"

There was nothing there…nothing but the sound of wood breaking.

"Dean!!!"

He ran down the stairs so fast none of them got a chance to protest and even the broken stair Dean warned him about earlier withheld his weight when he stepped on it.

"Dean!!!"

His hands were sliding down the staircase fence, then the wall and when he came to a stop at the door frame of the room with the fireplace, his breath stopped.

"Dean!!!"

He entered the room slowly, afraid that any sudden movements would make something else break and looked up at the ceiling, seeing a hole his brother's body made when it fell through. And on the floor…there was a hole too. Right through a worn out red carpet.

Sam stepped towards the hole and stopped at its edge. The beam of his flashlight found Dean lying on the floor. On his side. Not moving.

"Dean!!!"

TBC…

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