Dean and Sam are not mine…. (Santa, where are you when I need you?) I do own Julie though.
-Chapter 3-
They arrived at a townhouse thirty minutes later. Before Sam could ask what number she lived at, Dean was out running toward the house.
Dean banged on the door. Sam came running up after him, just as the door opened to revel a woman about twenty-five with long brown hair and hazel eyes. Sam almost fell over when he saw her.
"This is the friend. No wonder dean came here." Sam thought.
"Julie," Dean said as he gave her one of his wrap-around hugs that feel like he wont let go, ever.
"Dean," Julie said, "Come on in."
They followed Julie in.
Once seated on the couch with a soda in front of them they began the 123s of ghost hunting.
"Julie," Dean said, "tell us what makes you think it's haunted."
"Well," Julie began, "for the past week, things have been moving. My brother stayed here and he said that it was weird. Then when I came home last night, I took a shower and I went to brush my teeth, when I heard crying. I walked into my son's room and he was just crying, for no reason. I passed the bed and I started crying too but I don't know why."
She shuddered remembering the feeling.
"Go on," Sam said, sympathetically.
"I took him to my bedroom to sleep and we didn't cry at all. It doesn't make sense. Then all the lights in the house turned on. I was turning them off when I walked into the kitchen. All the knifes where laid out on the counter in size order. I left and I stayed at my sister's. My son, Alex, is there until this thing is gone."
Dean and Sam shared a glance.
"I have an idea," Sam said, "Follow me."
They walked out of the house.
"Dean you walk in first," Sam said.
"What?" Dean said.
"Just do it."
Dean tried to walk in, but the door slammed shut, startling all of them.
"Julie, you go in," Sam said.
She walked in with ease.
"And this means, Mr. Ghost-Expert?" Dean said, in a get-to-the-point way.
"It's obsessed with Julie," Sam said.
"Shit."