Hey! Hope you enjoyed the last chapter! This chapter is the twins first supernatural hunt. I hope you'll enjoy the read. Please review.

Chapter 10

"I can't believe we're actually staying at the haunted hotel,"Alec grumbled as he carried his duffel towards the desk. The hotel looked like any other three star hotel with nice furniture and decent decor. Ben was mesmerized by the ceiling's height. His head tilted and jaw dropped in awe as his eyes swept the walls' patterns. If it wasn't for the recent murders, this would be any other hotel.

Alec's eyes, suspiciously, watched a couple as they quickly escaped through the front door. He could tell they were spooked, wanting nothing to do with the place. "This is ridiculous." They had just arrived in Mason City, Iowa around late noon. The hotel was slightly outside of the city borders, shops and another motel a couple block away.

"Sometimes the best way to investigate a haunting is to get right in the middle of it,"Dean responded as he led the group to the front desk.

"I still think it's crazy,"Alec mumbled. "especially when there's a nice non-haunted motel a couple blocks away." Sam chuckled, ruffling Alec's hair.

"Don't worry, Al,"Sam replied as he followed Dean towards the front desk. His brother was already chatting up the young desk clerk as she found them a room. "Bobby said this was a simple haunting. It will probably take a day or two tops." Alec huffed.

"With our luck,"Alec retorted. "It's probably gonna be the start of the next apocalypse." He glared at the bellhop, who lounged against the wall bored out of his mind. "If this is such a great hotel, where is everybody?" Alec turned, noticing the lobby was completely empty. It was eerie. Completely quiet, except for the staff that lingered in the lobby looking for a job to do.

"Probably got spooked with the recent deaths and hauntings,"Ben stated. If he wasn't with Sam and Dean, he knew he'd be long gone as well. "So, they hightailed it."

"Smart,"Alec grumbled, crossing his arms. "You know what we are?" Ben shook his head, though he had an idea what his brother would say about the situation. "We're nuts. Absolutely nuts."

"Why's that Alec?"Sam asked as Dean caught his attention, showing off the key card he just acquired.

"We're the idiots that are running towards danger,"Alec stated, throwing his arms out. "At Manticore, we were taught to look for the threat signs. Emptiness of a public area is definitely suspicious. Stillness, silence, all suspicious." He lowered his voice, leaning towards Ben. "We're sitting ducks for a ghost with a vendetta."

Ben rolled his eyes at Alec's dramatics. "We don't even know why she killed those people yet,"Ben responded. "It's not like she killed everyone she came into contact with." Alec stared at his twin, disbelievingly. Ben was always the paranoid one. About germs. About dirtiness. What was with this calm attitude? Alec definitely sensed something was wrong. An unknown, ethereal force lingered within the building and it made the hairs on the back of Alec's neck stand on edge. Ben should sense this too. The darkness. The anger. Why couldn't he feel it?

"What if we're next,"Alec asked as he picked up his duffel again and followed Dean to the elevator. The bellhop quickly grabbed Dean's bags, excited for a task to perform. "We're at the hotel that she haunts and we could be next."

"We're not gonna be next,"Sam promised as he placed his bags on the luggage cart. He smiled at the bellhop as they loaded into the elevator. Alec gave him a disbelieving look. The signs were there. People died and guests were leaving. Alec would definitely feel more comfortable about this hunt if they had stayed in a different hotel.

"If you say so,"he grumbled. He leaned against the wall as the bellhop pressed a button and the doors closed. Great. They were in an elevator and the hotel was haunted. This couldn't end well.

"Pretty empty today,"Dean mentioned as he watched the bellhop. The man was young, probably in his mid twenties, with dark eyes and light hair. He had a nice smile. A cherubic face.

"It's been empty for the last couple weeks,"the bellhop responded as he watched the light ding and the elevator reach the floor.

"Since the deaths,"Sam fished. The man nodded, unperturbed by the questions.

"Since the suicides,"the man clarified. "One right after the other."

"That's a bit suspicious don't you think,"Dean inquired as he leaned against the railing. The man shrugged, keeping his lips tight.

People get jumpy,"the bellhop stated. "They start makin' up stories and soon we have a ghost on our hands." He turned his head slightly to catch Sam and Dean's eyes. "If you ask for my opinion, it was just a string of suicides committed by extremely depressed individuals." The bellhop sighed. "Sad really."

"What about the ghost sightings?"Alec asked, shifting his feet. He was playing the part of the nervous little kid, who read one too many horror stories. That's what the bellhop would expect and he would respond accordingly. "I read that some people have spotted a ghostly figure, Myrtle. Is it true?"

"Nah, little man,"the bellhop responded. "People make stuff up all the time." He smiled, softly. "Personally, I haven't seen the ghost myself. I doubt it's real." Alec watched the bellhop's eyes. Something was up. Either he had seen the ghost or he knew something was up. Either way, he wasn't sharing. Ben bumped him, immediately sensing something off. Sam and Dean had the same look as they scrutinized the young bellhop.

"What about Myrtle?"Ben asked. He twitched nervously. "Stories about her have come up on Creepypasta." He glanced at Dean and the hunter, immediately, clued into what the child was doing.

"Ben,"Dean replied, gruffly. "I thought I told you not to go on that site. It's too scary." He glanced at the bellhop, smiling apologetically. "Sorry, bout that. The boys have wild imaginations."

"But, Dad,"Alec argued. "They say her throat was slit. Obviously, murdered. She now haunts the hotel, choosing her next victims out of revenge. We could be next!"

"Alec, enough,"Dean replied with a rumble. "You're scaring the gentle-"

"I'm alright,"the bellhop responded, eyes shifting. "But, I can tell you for sure her throat wasn't slit."

"How?"Alec pushed, putting desperation in his voice. The dude was about to crack like an egg. "It's not like you would know." He turned to Dean. "Dad, seriously, we should leav-"

"Because I found her,"the bellhop blurted as he shifted from foot to foot. "I found her hanging from the fan, wrists slit." Alec smirked, triumphantly. Easy-peasy. He was nervous. Beyond terrified. He had definitely seen something, but he wasn't willing to admit it. Not just yet. "Sorry." The elevator dinged, doors sliding open. The group followed the young man out. He was tense.

"What's your name?"Sam asked, suddenly. The bellhop startled, glancing at the hunter.

"Peter,"he answered. Sam nodded.

"Peter,"Sam continued. "What can you tell us about that night?" Peter shifted as he pushed the cart towards the end of the hallway.

"I shouldn't be talking about this,"Peter muttered as his eyes darted towards the curious children. "I could get in trouble."

"Then we won't tell anyone,"Dean bribed. Peter's eyes shot towards Dean, noting the sincerity in the hunter's voice. Peter sighed, slowing to a stop.

He leaned forward and the hunters moved closer. "They had been shouting all evening,"Peter said, eyes shifting. "Every time I brought new guests up, the shouting would grow louder. So, loud that it was disturbing the other patrons. Two hours later, it just went quiet. Esmeralda said the man had left."

"And Esmeralda is?"Dean inquired.

"The maid. She's new." Peter wrung his hands nervously. "At first, everyone was relieved, but as the silence lingered and no one exited the room. I got worried." He pulled at his ear, nervously. "I noticed the door was cracked open slightly. And, maybe, I shouldn't have entered, but I was worried. I pushed open the door and she was hanging there. Eyes dead, mouth hanging open." He shivered. "The room's been blocked off for investigation purposes." He started pushing the cart again. "The maid said, she saw someone leave, a man, but she didn't see his face."

Dean nodded, glancing at Sam. "So, I'm guessing you haven't seen anything suspicious since then,"Sam stated. "No foul play with the other victims?"

Peter's eyes squinted as he took in the Winchester brothers' appearances. "What are you, cops?"Peter inquired.

Dean shrugged. "Nah,"he replied. "Just two curious vacationers." He smiled pleasantly. Peter huffed as he paused in front of the room, switching nervously from foot to foot.

"I lied before,"he admitted as he swiped the key card and the door opened. "I haven't seen her, but I've felt her." He lowered his eyes. "Every time, I turn a corner I feel her, watching me. Other guests have said the same thing." He breathed heavily, leaning against the cart. His legs wobbled. "I tried to tell the manager, but he threatened to fire me. Fire me for spreading rumors. Even though they aren't rumors. I don't know how, but it's all real." He bit his lips.

"Because of the guests,"Sam guessed. Peter nodded. The hotel didn't want to lose money, so they've tried to keep the haunting quiet. It wouldn't help business, if the employees were freaking out.

"You should leave,"Peter blurted, freaked. He didn't care about self-preservation anymore. Didn't care about the two little boys that stood next to Dean. "You should get out before it's too late-" He ran a nervous hand through his hair.

"What's too late?"Dean asked. Peter turned frazzled eyes towards the hunter.

"She's always watching,"Peter whispered. Alec felt a chill run up his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck, prickled. "She's never not watching."

Peter stumbled backwards, leaving the cart, the luggage, and Winchesters behind. Dean glanced at Sam, raising a brow.

"Shit,"Dean stated. "That was weird."

"The motel down the street was a way better option,"Alec mumbled, eyes darting as if waiting for the lights to flicker and a figure to appear.

They pushed the cart into the hotel room, Sam switched on the light. Dean glanced around, noting the two beds and the kitchenette. "No wonder I got this room for cheap,"Dean muttered as he closed the door. Sam was pulling out their gear and laying it out on the table, laptop last. "Staffs' actin' like characters from The Twilight Zone. Not good for business at all. Salt." Sam tossed him the bag of salt, Dean and Alec immediately got to work, salting the windows and doorway.

"Or it's because of the psycho murderer ghost,"Alec quipped. He rolled his eyes. "Just a thought." Dean smirked before telling Ben to grab the emf detector. Sam was in the bathroom, dressing into a suit.

"What are we gonna do?"Ben asked as he handed Dean the detector. The hunter turned the emf meter over, making sure it was intact.

"We're gonna track us a ghost,"Dean stated as he smacked the detector a couple times. It beeped and Dean grinned.

"What about Sam?"Alec asked, hopping onto the bed.

"I'm heading for the records department,"Sam answered, stepping out of the bathroom and straightening his tie. "I want to read up on the late Myrtle Benson." Sam fixed the cuffs on his suit.

"You're gonna figure out where she was buried?"Ben questioned. Sam nodded.

"You should figure out who the guy was too,"Alec added. "Maybe, figure out where Myrtle was from."

"That's the plan, buddy." He glanced at his watch and opened the door. "I'll be back in a couple hours." Sam disappeared and Alec focused on Dean.

"Well,"Alec sighed, throwing his hands in the air. "Are we gonna start?" The emf meter beeped.

The hall was expansive and quiet. Alec felt the creeps just walking through it. Doors on either side of him. Florescent lights shining down. Red carpet beneath his feet. He felt vulnerable and he hated it. He wished he had a gun. He really did, but Dean had said 'no'. Guns aren't for kids, according to the hunter. That only angered Alec more. Annoyed that Dean couldn't trust him with a weapon. The only sound heard was the beeping from the emf meter and Ben's breathing.

"Red rum,"Dean murmured as he watched the detector.

"What?"Ben asked, turning towards the older hunter curiously.

"Nothin', just makin' a movie reference, Benny,"Dean answered as the detector crackled. Dean frowned as he turned. Dean swore he saw something out of the corner of his eyes. A figure. A girl. But, she disappeared before he could take a good look. The detector slowed back to a steady beep. He was picking up something.

"What movie?"Alec asked. He was sure something was watching him. He felt a pair of eyes, staring at his neck. A shiver ran down his spine. And cold. He felt a chilly breeze in a heated hallway. What the hell did he agree to?

"The Shining,"Dean answered. He pointed the detector towards a door and it started whirring . He backed away slightly, before placing a hand on the door. "This hallway reminds me of a scene." The lights flickered above. Dean's head shot up, frowning.

"What scene?"Alec whispered. He didn't want the hallway to go silent again. He didn't know what Dean was talking about. He didn't understand the reference. All he knew was if it went quiet, something bad would happen.

"The kid was riding his bike,"Dean explained. Ben moved closer to Dean, hand grabbing the jacket. "He turned a corner and twin ghosts stood at the end of the hall." Dean pursed his lips, pulling his hand away from the locked door. "This is the room Myrtle died in. The readings are a lot louder than before."

"D-Dean,"Ben stuttered, pointing a finger down the hall. His eyes were wide and wild. Terrified. Alec turned his head, jaw dropping. A woman stood at the end of the hall. Blood leaked from her wrists, a belt hanging from her neck. Dark hair hung in thin tendrils, framing her pale complexion. She lifted a frail arm up, pointing towards Dean. She stepped forward in slippered feet, nightgown hanging around her knees, bathrobe straps slid across the floor.

Dean pushed Alec and Ben behind him, raising the sawed off shotgun. "Stay behind me,"he ordered. Myrtle flickered, disappearing, before reappearing closer. Ben shouted out in surprise. Alec held onto his brother. Her mouth was moving, forming words, as she reached a hand towards the hunter. Dean fired and she disappeared.

Dean's eyes lingered for a moment, making sure she was gone before he turned around, facing the two boys behind him. "Are you both alright?" Ben's eyes were wide in shock. His hands shaking. He couldn't compute. His brain couldn't wrap around the situation. He had just seen a ghost. He had seen a ghost and he wasn't crazy. Bobby, Dean, and Sam weren't crazy because it was real. All of it was real.

"That was a ghost,"Alec muttered, mouth hanging open. "I just saw a ghost." He glanced over at Dean. "Am I insane?"

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "Welcome to the job, kiddo,"Dean replied, placing a guiding hand on the boys backs.

"I'm not crazy,"Alec murmured. "You're not crazy. The supernatural is real. Ghosts are real." Alec's eyes widened. "Oh shit, monsters are real." His hands curled against his head, eyes wide. He had been humoring the old man. He had been humoring Bobby and the Winchester brothers because why the hell not? But, now, he'd have to take the hunt seriously because it was all real. Everything was real.

"Alec,"Dean said, rubbing the kid's shoulder. "Alec, are you alright?" Alec shook his head, grabbing onto Dean's arms. Dean sighed as he glanced around the room. The ghost was gone for now. He could come back later tonight with Sam. He picked Alec up, tucking him in his arms before grabbing Ben's hand. "Come on, kiddos, lets get out of here."

"She's still watching us,"Alec whispered, eyes darting from side to side. "She's always watching us." He gripped Dean's neck and the hunter sped up,passing a cleaning cart.

"Well, the body was cremated,"Sam stated as he walked through the doors. He slapped the notepad against the table, pulling out a chair. Alec and Ben sat on the bed, channel surfing. Homeschool books were scattered around them. Dean glanced up from the computer, frown curving his lips. It had taken him an hour to calm the boys down. They were tense and anxious as soon as they stepped through the hotel room. Alec paced for a good few minutes, murmuring about going back out there and taking down the ghost. Ben was just quiet, allowing his brother to have his little boy bravado after being terrified. Maybe, Sam was right. Maybe they were too young.

"Shit,"Dean grumbled. "Thought Bobby said it was a simple salt and burn." Sam leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Bobby thought it was a simple salt and burn,"Sam clarified. "But, this whole case is weird. I looked at Myrtle's record, she looked like she was strangled. Like the belt squeezed her neck and, then, yanked her upwards." Myrtle Benson's case had been reopened since several other people had fallen victim to 'suicide' in the same hotel.

"So, you're saying she was murdered,"Dean clarified, running a hand through his hair. Sam nodded.

"And, she was missing her back molars,"Sam added. "I'm guessin' that is what's keeping her here." Dean huffed, his eyes lingering towards the two boys who were watching cartoons. "How are we gonna find back teeth?"Dean muttered. "They're probably not even here."

"If the teeth are acting as an anchor, they very well could be here,"Sam stated. "Also, I took a look at the other victims records, they were missing back molars too." Dean raised a brow.

"Seriously,"Dean stated. "We have a ghost with a signature now?"

"She could be reenacting her death through the others,"Sam suggested.

Dean shook his head. "They weren't found hanging,"Dean reminded. "They didn't die the same way as Myrtle." Sam nodded, one victim had been found foaming at the mouth, another with their head blown to bits. That death was recent. The gunshot had startled the guests. All classic signs of suicide. No one had seen anyone suspicious down the hallways. No one saw anyone enter or leave. But, Sam and Dean knew the difference. "Since when do ghosts use guns?"Dean muttered.

Sam shrugged. "Since when do they use poison,"Sam countered. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Five others are missing. The five that had disappeared were with the victims earlier." Dean raised a brow.

"Did they have an argument?"Dean asked. Sam shrugged. The reports hadn't mentioned arguments.

"Where's Myrtle Benson from?"Alec inquired, turning his head. Ben was scribbling in the notebook as he read over the arithmetic problems.

"Actually, she's from here,"Sam stated, opening his notepad. "She lived a few blocks away from this hotel."

"That's interesting,"Ben murmured, head popping up from the textbook.

Alec shrugged. "Maybe, she had a rat problem,"he stated. Ben nodded in agreement.

"Or,"Dean murmured, glancing at Sam. "We know she was meeting with a mystery man-"

"You're thinkin' affair,"Sam whispered back, trying to keep his voice low enough for little ears. Dean nodded. "Could her suitor have a motive." Dean shrugged.

"He left, irate,"Dean reminded. "If they were arguing, he could have killed her."

"Do you think her family would have known,"Sam asked. "About the affair?"

"Don't know,"Dean stated. "One way to find out." He handed Sam the phone, smirking cheekily. Sam rolled his eyes, taking the phone. "I know you got a number off records." Sam dialed the number he had written down. Pen in hand. Dean stood up, stretching his limbs, and made his way over to the bed. He fell backwards and the twins giggled as they moved the books aside.

"Hi,"Sam greeted. "Am I speaking with a Margaret Benson."Sam paused,nodding his head. Alec and Ben's head perked. "I'm Detective Samuel Fisher with the Mason City Police Department, I wanted to ask you a few questions about your daughter, Myrtle Benson." Dean sat up, Alec hanging off his neck. "We believe her case is no longer a suicide, but a cover up for foul play after some disturbing evidence found during autopsy."

Ben could hear crying. The woman was crying on the other end, her breathes hyperventilating. She said she already knew that. That a detective had called earlier about the recent discoveries. She wondered why they were calling again. "Just needed more information." Sam replied, smoothly. "Mrs. Benson, do you know if your daughter was seeing anyone?"

Ben heard more hiccup crying and a question. Why do you need to know? "We're turning over every stone possible to figure out what happened. Please answer the question." Sam nodded, jotting down the name. "She was having an affair, but she didn't know it?"Sam glanced over at Dean. "She called you after the argument, upset?"

Dean stood up and Alec plopped onto the bed. "She didn't realize he was married." Sam ran a hand through his hair. "Mrs. Benson, do you know the name of the man she was dating?" Thomas Brown. Sam jotted down the name. "Have you met Thomas Brown personally? Does he seem the type to commit murder?"

She didn't know. She hadn't even known her daughter was dating. Let alone a man twice her age. She had received the name and the information about the affair that night after the argument. Her daughter had been completely upset. Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. "Thank you, Mrs. Benson, we'll get back to you as soon as possible." He hung up the phone, glancing at Dean. "Well, we know she died after she called her mother."

"And Brown left right before then,"Dean answered. "He could have swung back around and killed her." Dean snapped his fingers. "What about the other victims? Do you think they were having affairs?" Sam raised a brow. "That could be a motive for a vengeful spirit."

Sam leaned back. "That would make sense,"he agreed. Alec and Ben were sitting on the edge of the bed, their heads quirked as they listened to the brothers. "I'm thinkin' we should go back to the floor tonight. See if we could find her molars." Dean nodded his head.

"Sounds good to me,"Sam agreed as Dean stood up, grabbing his coat. "Where are you going?"

"Ta get food,"Dean replied. "Hotel food is too expensive." He grabbed his keys. "Watch the boys?" Sam nodded. "I'll be back in a bit." Dean made his way towards the door. He yanked it open, startled by the maid that stood on the other side.

She was short, around five foot four, with dark hair and a rounder figure. "Senor,"she exclaimed, placing a hand on her chest. "You frightened me."

"Sorry bout that,"Dean's eyes shifted from side to side, glancing down the hallways. He raised a brow. "What are-"

"The manager told me you needed your room cleaned,"She answered before he could finish his sentence. A smile curved. "So, I come to clean the mess." Dean shook his head.

"I believe you're mistaken,"he replied. "I didn't call the manager." He caught the suspicious glance from Sam out of the corner of his eyes.

"Are you sure?"she asked, innocently. Dean nodded. "You're not 322?" Dean shook his head.

"We're 312,"He answered. Her mouth gaped and she glanced at the number once more, before smacking herself in the face.

"My bad,"She replied. "I get confused sometimes. I'm new here." She smiled, angelically. "Have a good day, senor." She patted him on the shoulder before pushing her cart down the hall. Dean glanced back at Sam and his brother shrugged.

"Grub,"Dean repeated before closing the door. Sam glanced at the two boys, shrugging his shoulders.

"How did the hunt go?"he asked, plopping down between Alec and Ben.

"We saw our first ghost,"Alec answered, fiddling with a pencil. "I guess I owe you an apology. You're obviously not crazy...or schizophrenic." Sam chuckled, ruffling the boy's hair.

"Nah, not schizophrenic,"Sam agreed before winking. "But, definitely crazy." Alec smiled.

"She was scary,"Ben said. His nose wrinkled. "And really gross." Alec nodded in agreement before jumping to his feet.

"She walked like this,"he explained, dragging a foot behind him and holding out a hand. He opened his mouth, allowing his jaw to hang. He spun around, facing Sam. "It's a good thing Dad shot her. We'd have been ghost chow."

Sam raised a brow and chuckled. Recently, Alec and Ben had been slipping up more often. He couldn't tell if it was on purpose or by accident. Whether they were gauging their reactions over the familial names or the names just came naturally without much thought. Sam liked it. He liked the slip-ups and he hoped that soon it might be a continuous basis.

At first, it had terrified him being Uncle Sam, instead of just Sam. The new responsibilities that would come with being an uncle scared the hunter. But, now, he welcomed it and he considered talking to Alec and Ben about the name change, but decided not to. He didn't want to terrify the boys or push them away.

"Did she attack in any way?"Sam questioned. The twins shook their head.

"Just walked and pointed,"Ben responded. Sam's brows furrowed. That was strange. Vengeful spirits normally reacted violently. Whether it was using telekinesis or some other form of ghostly power.

"Huh,"Sam stated, leaning back.

"Huh,"the twins copied. Sam smirked. He grabbed the math book, turning the pages.

"Working on math?"he inquired as he read over the simple math equations. He bought books a couple levels higher than third grade math, considering the boys were highly intelligent. He had a feeling Manticore had already taught the basics, if not higher.

"Dean made us,"Alec grumbled, annoyed. Sam raised a brow, surprised. "He said he wants us smart and educated." Alec pouted.

"Well, he's right,"Sam stated, opening the book. "You don't want to be held back in life."

"But, I can learn everything really fast,"Alec argued. "I have an eidetic memory."

"This should be a breeze then,"Sam retorted. "Have you finished the first chapter?" Ben nodded, handing over his notebook. Alec grumbled to himself about the unfairness and lack of freedom. Sam rolled his eyes. One day the kid would understand. He opened the book, reading over the first ten problems.

Sam sat at the table, laptop open, when a flier was slammed onto the table. His eyes shot up, noticing Dean. "Thomas Brown's been missing since Myrtle died,"Dean stated as Sam picked up the flier. He looked at the flier, a middle age man was smiling back. Dark hair, dark eyes. "Police thought he might have ran."

"After he murdered Myrtle,"Sam stated. Dean nodded."He's a wanted man."

"Yeah, but his wife doesn't think so,"Dean replied. Sam raised a brow, watching his brother as he unloaded the fast food containers. Fried chicken tonight. He started loading two plates full of coleslaw, potatoes, rolls, and chicken. Alec and Ben sat at the table, anticipating the meal.

"When did you meet the wife?"Sam wondered.

"What does the wife think?"Alec asked as he spooned a mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. Sam poured two glasses of milk for the boys.

"She's handin' out fliers,"Dean stated. He had walked right past her. "She's searching for her missin' husband, while the police are now searching for a criminal." He opened his beer, taking a swig. "She gave me a flier and told me, her husband may be a cheater but he wasn't a murderer." Ben leaned forward, looking at the flier in Sam's hands.

"He doesn't look like a killer,"Ben muttered as he looked over the man's smiling face.

"He's still a slimeball, kiddo,"Dean replied, taking a bite of mash. He pointed his fork towards the coleslaw. "Eat your greens, Benny." Sam rolled his eyes. The coleslaw was hardly considered a vegetable. The little boy, immediately, took a bite of the coleslaw.

"We're going tonight, right?"Alec asked, nibbling a chicken.

"We,"Dean pointed between Sam and him. "are going tonight. You and your brother are staying in the hotel."

"That's not fair,"Alec complained. "We're important assets to the mission." Dean shook his head.

"You got scared today, kiddo,"Dean reminded. The hunter had carried a terrified Alec, all the way back to the hotel room. Ben hadn't fared much better. They were too young for hunting and Dean didn't want to expose them again."You're both too young for this. Maybe in a few years."

"She just surprised me,"Alec argued. "She was creepy and weird and I wasn't expecting it. Now, I'm expecting it. I wanna help." The child pouted, crossing his arms. Ben nodded in agreement.

"We're prepared now,"Ben piped up. "We know what to expect. We can use our abilities to assist you."

"We have the sixth sense now,"Alec added. "We see dead people too." Alec gave the brothers a large smile. Dean snorted. He had made the same joke, during the drive, when the twins asked about seeing ghosts. Now, Alec was using it on him.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose before taking another swig of beer. "Just give us a second chance, Da-Dean,"Ben pleaded. He glanced over at his brother and they both pouted, fluttering their eyelashes. Dean groaned. Shit. Since when did they learn the puppy eyes? He was in trouble if they were gonna use this as a manipulation tactic. He didn't remember being good at this when he was child. It was always Sam. Maybe, Sam was teaching them a thing or two.

"Fine,"Dean decided, sitting up. "Fine. We'll try round two." He sipped his beer. "But, if either of you are terrified, you better let me know and we'll leave immediately. Understood?" Both boys nodded in agreement.

"Stick with us,"Sam stated. "Don't wander off."

"Okay,"Ben replied.

"What about weapons?"Alec asked, at the same time. He didn't want to go back there, empty handed.

"We have iron rods,"Sam answered. "You both can use those."

"Good,"Alec responded, taking a bite of chicken. "I don't wanna be empty handed again."

They lingered in the hallway, lights flickering above, as Sam and Dean makes the first step towards Myrtle's door, guns pointing. Alec and Ben held the iron rods in their hand, back to back. Alec could feel her. He couldn't see Myrtle, but he could definitely feel her. Feel the icy breath on the back of his neck. The sadness and despair down the hall. The anger between the walls. He could sense it and those feelings put him on edge. Ben too. Ben kept drumming his fingers against his own iron rod. His legs were tense, ready to fight or flight.

Dean waved them forward, Alec and Ben ran. Blurred right next to Dean. Dean jumped, whispering 'Jesus' as he griped his heart. Dean was just as jumpy with anticipation.

"I feel her,"Alec whispered as he watched Sam pick the hotel lock to Myrtle's room.

"You do?"Dean asked, in a hush tone. Alec nodded, eyes darting back and forth. The hairs on the back of his neck bristled.

"She's watching us,"Alec replied. Ben bobbed his head, facing the hallway.

"Why isn't she attacking?"Ben whispered. Alec shrugged. She was here. Alec knew it. His transgenic senses provided him keen intuition. He could sense presences that most ordinaries couldn't feel, unless they saw it. Alec didn't need to see the ghost, to know it was there. Just like a dog or a cat didn't need to see something to recognize it's presence. Manticore made them that way.

The door clicked open and Sam looked up at Dean. "We're in,"he whispered as he pushed the door open. Sam was a badass, Alec decided. A smile twisted his lips. He was beyond happy he found these two. They walked into the hotel room, avoiding the caution tape as they stepped further into the crime scene.

"That's where she hung?"Alec asked, pointing towards the fan. Dean nodded, glancing up.

"Yup,"he responded. She was found hanging, with a belt wrapped around her neck.

"That's creepy,"Alec murmured. Dean couldn't agree more and he pulled the little boy close. Sam started checking the floor for teeth as Ben stood guard near the front door. Dean directed Alec towards another area, telling the boy to look in the bathroom. They couldn't find the teeth. So, far the coast was clear and Dean was starting to wonder if anyone besides three people actually worked at this hotel.

A child's gasp startled Dean. Dean turned quickly, pointing his gun. Myrtle lingered in the middle of the room, head tilted and hand pointing. Dean cocked his gun, realizing the bitch ghost was between him and his kids. Sam was doing the same. Ben pressed against Alec, protecting him from the ghost while Alec fought to guard Ben. Blood dribbled from her slit wrists. The belt jingled against her neck as she stepped forward.

Dean was gonna shoot. He was gonna take down the ghost and get his kids out of here. But, Sam placed a hand on the nozzle, pushing it down. "Dean, wait,"his brother said, halting his action. The ghost woman moved closer.

"Don't tell me to wait, Sammy,"Dean growled, his protective instincts getting the best of him. He shot the ghost and she disappeared. He called the boys and they came running, gripping his shirt as he lead them towards the door, but Myrtle reappeared. The door slammed shut and Dean let out a string of cuss words as she pointed, mouth moving. Alec swung out, hitting her with the iron rod. She disappeared.

"Sammy, move out!"Dean shouted, summoning his brother. Sam ran forward, but slid to a stop.

"Wait, Dean,"Sam exclaimed as Dean yanked the door open, still holding onto the boys. "Something's wrong."

"Yeah,"Dean retorted. "We don't have teeth to burn." Sam rolled his eyes, gripping his brother's shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the ghost reappear, pointing a finger towards the bed corner.

"She's not attacking,"Sam answered, shoving his brother. "She's pointing." He looked at the ghost girl, her lips rapidly moving. "She's tryin' to tell us something." Dean squinted his eyes, taking a good look at the ghost.

"'M scared,"Ben mumbled, eyes wild. "You said we'd get out of here if I told you that." Dean's hand left the child's shoulder, eyes set on the ghost.

"I know,"Dean answered. He stepped forward, Sam covering him. "We're gonna leave soon, sweetheart. What are you tryin' to show us?" He moved closer and the ghost moved out of the way, though her finger never stopped pointing. Dean squatted, looking under the bed. He sighed heavily. Shit. There goes a simple salt and burn. He reached under the bed, yanking off the hex bag that was taped to the bottom of the bed.

He held it up for Sam and the ghost flickered. Gone.

"Witches, Sammy,"Dean growled. "We're dealin' with goddamn witches."

Thanks for reading. This is a two-part hunt. The story will wrap up in the next chapter. Please review!