Hey everyone! Things are starting to heat up in the story soo strap in! Again I want to say than you to everyone who has read and commented and continues to wait patiently, in complete and total honesty the terror of disappointing you guys is my most motivating force, also when I actually sit down to write I quite enjoy myself, so thank you for all the support and motivation! I hope you guys like the direction of the story, the next few chapters are really my first time writing things this fast paced so bare with me. Enjoy! ^_^

Chapter 11:

It was almost midnight the same day when Sam and Dean arrived at the Murder house. The neighbourhood was completely silent and sleeping as the boys parked the Impala directly in front of the house.

"Are you ready?" Sam asked his brother as they finished consolidating their belongings inside the car. Dean nodded wordlessly and they both exited the car and made their way to the house.

Dean bent to work the lock on the door when Sam placed a hand on his shoulder.

"What is it?" he asked irritated by the interruption.

Sam shrugged uncertainly, "Sh-Shouldn't we just knock?"

Dean looked taken aback momentarily but he shrugged unable to argue against it.

Shaking his head in bewilderment he gently rapped his knuckles against the door, "can't believe I'm payin' a ghost a house visit." He muttered under his breath.

Immediately the door swung open, with Moria there to greet them.

"Well, well" Dean chuckled nervously, still very much afflicted by Moria's illusion. "If it isn't my favorite maid."

"Dean," the redhead cooed, a playful grin on her lips, "its good to see you again."

Dean felt his breath catch in his throat as her cool blue eyes looked him up and down.

Beside him, Sam struggled to contain his extreme discomfort at the heated exchange.

"Ahem," He cleared his throat breaking the two out of their trance. "W-we should probably get started."

"Of course," Moria grinned knowingly and briskly turned walking into the house.

Sam quickly threw a scolding look at his brother.

"This is going too far Dean." He hissed as they stepped into the house.

Dean raised his eyebrows confounded, "bigger question is how even you are able to resist that."

Sam halted staring incredulously at his older brother. "Gross." He retorted childishly.

The two stood staring at each other dumbfounded by the other's seeming absence of reason and standards.

"Boys" Moria called ahead of them, the two turned begrudgingly, questions of their brother's sanity still pressing in their minds.

"So where do we start?" Dean asked as they came to the center of the entryway.

"I don't know," Moria sighed, growing slightly anxious. "No one's ever tried to-exorcise this house before."

Dean and Sam looked at each other. "Great," quipped Sam. "So we basically have no idea what's in store for us."

Dean grunted as he threw his bag on the floor. "Well, we can start with what we know."

He rifled through the bag, pulling out boxes of salt. Sam dropped his bag as well and began emptying it of its contents."

He and Dean slung their sawed off shotgun across their backs and stuffed their pockets with homemade packets of salt.

Dean finally pulled the last item out of his bag. It was The Colt.

Sam stared at it anxiously as Dean stored it safely inside his jacket.

He dreaded any monster they might encounter tonight that drove them to use it.

"What's with all the salt?" Moria asked, eying the materials the boys brought out. "You guys planning a celebratory meal once you're done."

Dean and Sam smiled at each other knowingly.

"When it comes to ghosts," Dean said rifling through his pockets, "salt works better than bullets." He threw one of his packets of salt at Moria. "Catch."

The packet landed in her open palm. Moria looked up at the boys.

"And?"

Sam and Dean exchanged surprised glances.

"Maybe that one's wonky," Dean laughed nervously, he walked up to Moria picking up the packet. He made a show of eying it carefully, to save face in front of the maid. Sam rolled his eyes and walked up to Moria stepping around Dean.

He opened his own packet and sprinkled some salt on her.

"Does it sting?" He asked hopeful.

Moria shook her head silently. Sam proceeded to empty the remnants of it into her open palm.

She remained unharmed.

The younger hunter stepped back worry painted across his face.

"That's definitely not good." Dean said, as dumbfounded as his brother.

"I've been working as a maid for this house for most of my existence," Moria said dusting the salt of her hands, "you don't think I've come across salt once or twice since I've died here."

"Do you think all the ghosts in the house are like this?" Dean asked, the gravity of the situation dawning on him.

"Sam shrugged, "probably safer to assume so." He said tensely.

"Safer?" Dean tried to suppress the panic rising in him. "There's nothing safe about this Sammy, we're in total shit. How the hell else are we supposed to ward off ghosts now?"

"So what then? We leave, come up with a new plan and come back?" Sammy tried to problem solve their way out.

"What new plan?" Dean retorted, his voice rising. "We know nothing about the ghosts in the house, we don't even know how many ghosts are here exactly, and to top it off, salt, the one upper hand we thought we had, might be completely useless."

"Then what the hell do we do then?" Sam fired back.

"Keeping your voice down might be a good start." Moria interjected suddenly.

"Too late." Came a sweet high voice.

Sam and Dean turned to find Hayden grinning excitedly, standing between them and the main exit.

Behind her, the door clicked, locking them in.