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Chapter Three: First night…

"This place is huge," Dean sighs, leaning up against the gates in front of the massive house.

"It was given to Sarea Williams by her husband, Henry, when they were married. The house, after they began living in it, seemed to have a spirit of its own and it started to torture her," Micah explains, standing behind the other two, making sure not to touch the gates.

"Like the Winchester Mystery House?" Sam asks, looking up at the gigantic structure.

"Yeah. Sarea told multiple people around town that she felt like something was haunting the house. The only thing was that Henry never heard or saw anything. Henry, the heir to a logging fortune, was hardly ever home due to traveling for business. It was around town that he had a different woman in every city-"

"Ah, the beginning," Dean cuts her off. Micah looks at him, a scowl on her face. Noticing, Dean feels remorse at interrupting her. "I'm sorry. Go on."

"Anyhow, Sarea found out, and suddenly she became much more of a homebody. Instead of going to social gatherings and parties, she spent all her time inside the house. Not long after, she began building on, with Henry obviously supplying the finances, it was her way of hurting him. He had no idea that she knew about his multiple infidelities. It was while construction was just getting underway that Sarea gave birth to twin boys." For a moment, Micah pauses, staring up at the building her great-grandfather had called home.

"Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt," Sam begins cautiously, not wanting Micah to get angry again. Micah turns to look at him, her eyes telling him to continue. "Did you say that she 'regretfully' had children? So she didn't want to have any?"

"At least not by him, am I right?" Dean speaks from behind her. She turns to looks at him, an indignant glare in her eyes. At the same time, he can see in her big green eyes that he's right.

"Yeah. In the journal she kept-which is a family heirloom-she spoke of even killing the twins as infants. She wanted to drown them so that they wouldn't have to grow up in a disgraced family. One of them was Adam, my great-grandfather." She looks back at Sam, as though knowing he would say something.

"So you think that Sarea's spirit is trapped here?" he inquires, looking down into her eyes. He realizes how small she is: even with the stiletto heels, he's a good foot taller than her.

"Her and whatever tortured her. Rumor has it that the house was built on a old cemetery, where Native Americans were buried in graves with no headstones. Some say Henry knew about the burial ground, others say that the people who sold it to him just didn't say anything. I guess now nobody knows," Micah finishes. She wonders briefly if Sam and Dean will believe any of this or if they'll think she's crazy, like this entire town has thought of her family for decades.

"Can you get us into the house?" Dean asks, going to the gate once again. "I don't think we can do anything without getting in there. Maybe spending the night."

"Don't you get it?" Micah spins around on a heel to face him incredulously. "That's how most people have died or disappeared. Some were doing studies, others were just plain stupid. Very few people who've spent a night in there have been seen alive again."

"Well, I think we have to take that chance," Dean states, moving closer to her.

"I apologize," Micah answers sarcastically, stepping up to Dean's challenge. "But I'm the only person who can get you in, and I value my life-quite a bit, actually."

"Look, just give us the keys and we'll go without you," Dean retorts. At this point, they're nearly on top of each other, Dean towering over her.

"I'm not about to give you the only keys to this place just to have you die and then have to go in and get them myself. Let alone allow you to roam around in a family and town landmark," Micah raises her voice.

"Then I'm sure we could pick the lock, right Sammy?" Dean grins triumphantly. Sam doesn't answer, only rolls his eyes at the nickname and sighing at Dean's remark, knowing full well what Micah will say.

"Well then I'll just have to have you arrested for trespassing, won't I?" she scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

Dean doesn't answer, simply looks down into her eyes, appearing as though he's going to explode with anger and frustration. Sam wasn't sure he'd ever seen his older brother-ladies man extraordinaire-so visibly frustrated with someone of the opposite sex.

"Okay, okay. Why don't we just do some…outside research tonight, and think of a better way to go about solving the problem with the actual house," Sam suggests, wanting to stop the fighting. The other two look at him as though they had forgotten he was even there at all.

"That is a feasible task," Micah agrees, smiling warmly up into Sam's blue green eyes.

Satisfied, the small girl turns her back on the mansion, walking back to Dean's 1967 Impala, Sam on her heels.

"Hey," Dean seethes, coming up behind his brother. "I thought you were on my side? What the hell was that all about?"

"Dean," Sam begins, turning to face him. "We need her on our side. Don't you understand that? She's the one who can help us the most. Just wait it out. I'm sure we can bring her around, okay? But you need to stop being so quick to get angry with her. Settle down."

"Whatever," Dean scoffs, turning away from his brother toward his car.