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Who you Gonna Call? The Winchester's!

I just bought a new house in a small Rhode Island town, which only had about a hundred citizens in the town. I lived about five miles away from my neighbor and about ten from the local town. I lived about 30 minutes from the beach and every so often I'd take a trip to sit out there for the day.

I was still unpacking my things and trying to get everything in order. It's only been a week but I feel like I'm falling behind in my unpacking duties. While I was placing books on my shelf the living room suddenly felt chilly. I thought it was just the air conditioner being weird but when I checked, it wasn't even on.

I felt this eerie feeling wash over me and I wasn't a stranger to ghost and other supernatural creatures. My dad was a hunter when I was younger but he died when I was about eight. My mother and I moved on eventually and tried to forget about the hunter life style. When I got older I got swept back up into the hunter world when I was taken by a demon.

That's when I ran into the Winchester brothers who saved my life. I met them once before on a case my dad was on when I was seven. He worked alongside John Winchester and Dean and Sam stayed with us for a few days. Dean was an annoying thirteen year old boy and Sam was a nice nine year old kid. Sam and I had a lot of fun together those three days.

Anyway, I played off the eerie feeling and tried to unpack some more boxes. That's when I started hearing weird noises coming from the basement. I wasn't going to check it out, I knew better to go snoop in my dark basement that could possibly have a ghost in it. I did what I knew was best, I grabbed my phone and dialed Sam's number, that obtained a few years ago when I was abducted by the demon.

It range twice before Sam answered with a simple, "Hello."

"Hi, Sam. I need your guys help," I said.

"What's up?" Sam asked.

"Who is it?" I heard Dean's voice say in the background.

"Timi," Sam said.

"Oh, let me listen," Dean said.

"Fine, Dean. Hey, I need to hear the phone too," Sam said.

"Ow, you grabbed my ear," Dean said.

"You shouldn't be hogging my phone," Sam said.

My electricity went out and I was starting to get a little nervous.

"GUYS! Focus here," I said.

"Sorry," I heard them mumble.

"I think I have a ghost in my new house," I said looking around.

"Can't you take care of it?" Sam asked.

"It would be nice to have you guys here. Plus I don't think the spirit here really wants me to do much, my electrics out," I said.

"All right, I suggest you go to a motel for the night. We'll meet you there. Where are you living?" Dean asked.

"Huntington, a small town in Rhode Island," I said.

"Okay we'll see you tomorrow," Sam said.

"Okay, thanks guys," I said.

"No problem," They said.

I hung up and quickly packed a small bag to take with me. I left my home and headed to the only motel in town, Reds Inn. I booked a room and tried to get some sleep.


The next day, Dean and Sam arrived and knocked on my motel door. I opened up and saw the two men I haven't seen in years, standing in front of me.

"Hey there shorty," Dean said.

"Hi, Dean," I said.

"Hi, Timi," Sam said.

"Hi, Sam," I said.

"So you bought a haunted house?" Dean asked.

"I didn't think it was, but my luck doesn't seem to be working for me," I said.

"We'll help you get rid of it," Sam said smiling at me.

I always had a little crush on Sam since I met him when I was seven. Then when they saved me, I fell for him even more, but our worlds are completely different.

"Thanks I appreciate it," I said.

"So how old is the house?" Sam asked as he booted up his laptop.

"Um… about a hundred years old," I said.

He nodded and said, "Do you know about the previous owners?"

"Now that you mention it, the last owner was an old guy, who said he heard voices. Before him was the original owners about a hundred years ago," I said.

"You didn't take that as a sign?" Dean asked.

"Shut up Dean," I said.

Dean shrugged, "Just saying."

We all did research, well Sam and I mostly, Dean was flipping through television stations and "reading" a book.

"I found something on the original owners of the house," Sam said.

"What?" I asked.

"The brother and father, both slaughtered the whole family one night. Then they killed themselves. Two twin boys, a little girl and the wife were all killed," Sam said reading over an article on his computer.

"Geez, that's sick," I said.

"They were buried at the local cemetery, Maddison Hills Cemetery," Sam said.

"That's a few blocks from here," I said.

"Let's go burn these suckers," Dean said.

We all traveled to the cemetery and I helped them salt and burn the six bodies of the family who lived in my house. We finished up and headed back to the motel to get our things and then I invited them back to my place.

"Wow this is a nice place," Sam said.

"Yeah it is," Dean said.

They looked around and Dean said, "A game room!?"

Sam and I laughed at Dean's happiness. He ran towards my set of games I had bought at a closed down arcade. I had a foosball table, Pacman, pinball machine, Centipede, Galaga, and a big screen TV with a PlayStation 4.

"This is awesome. Can I live here?" Dean said as he started playing pinball.

"Dean, I don't think she wants you living with her," Sam said.

"Oh, come on. I m a delight to be around," Dean said.

We laughed at him and Sam said, "Yeah sure."

Sam and I went to my living room and we could here Dean yelling and laughing while he was playing the game.

"Thanks for helping out," I said.

"Anytime, Timi," Sam said.

We stood in silence for a bit and I grabbed the courage to pull Sam down to me and Kiss him. He froze for a few second but then he relaxed and kissed me back. He deepened it and I felt excited that Sam felt the same way. We broke apart and Sam said, "I wanted that for a while."

"Really," I asked.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Me two," I smiled.

"It's about time," I heard Dean said.

"Dean," Sam whined.

"What, it's true. I saw it when we were younger and spent those three days at her place. I knew there was something between you two," Dean said.

"We were kids," Sam said.

"So, doesn't mean there wasn't anything there. Now ask her out already," Dean said.

"Timi, will you go out with me," Sam asked.

"Yes I will," I said.

Sam smiled and gave me another lingering kiss.

"All right, all right. Enough of the cheesy romance. Would you like to stay in our bunker, Timi? Long distance relationships are a pain in the ass," Dean said.

"I'd like that," I said.

"Great, what about your house though," Sam asked.

"I'll keep it around, you never know," I said.

Sam nodded and that was the start of my new life with my handsome boyfriend and his brother.