Okay here is Chapter 4..I think it is a little more interestng than the last chapter..and a littlelonger lol enjoyyy! please continue review!

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Chapter 4

-Back at the motel-

Dean came in the door of the room holding a his duffle bag full of guns while Sam was looking up some things before they went back to the house. Dean threw the bag on the bed and sat down. Sam saw him take out the one that their father had given Dean for his birthday, the one that they saw William Winchester holding in the photo back at the mansion. Dean traced his finger over the cursive W.

"Dad never did tell me where he got this bad boy from."

He started to reminisce about the day he got that gun. His face lit up when his father handed it to him in a fancy wooden case. He laughed at the thought of Sam's face when he received it. Sam asked their father if he could get one like that. " Maybe when your older Sammy" was all he heard. He was brought back to reality when he heard Sam talking.

"Dean, I think I found something."

Dean looked up still cleaning and polishing the gun. " What did you find?"

" You know that guy that was killed, Carlos Verde, well turns out that his great great-grandfather fought in the American Civil War. He was killed with his own gun, a Winchester rifle."

"So?"

"So, Dean I would be pretty damn bitter if I was killed with my own gun, and every spirit that haunts that place was killed with a Winchester rifle. So I think he is the evil spirit in the house."

"But why would he kill his great great-grandson?"

"Still haven't figured that out yet."

Dean packed the guns back into the bag, along with a couple rounds of rock salt. Sam took the hint and closed the laptop and got his jacket. Sam locked the motel room door as Dean tossed the bag into the trunk and closed it. Sam looked over at Dean. He looked real serious...afraid almost. Something was wrong.

"Dean, everything okay?"

"Yeah, fine."

" You sure, you look like something is bothering you."

" Nope just trying to drive Sam."

Sam kept staring at him, he knew if he did that long enough Dean would fess up to what was really bothering him. Dean recognized what he was trying to do.

" Sam, that self-help, reverse physiology, Dr. Phil crap won't work on me."

Sam strengthened his stare.

"Alright fine, would you just blink or something. I just…..have a feeling…a bad feeling."

" About what, the house, is something going to happen?"

" I don't know, its nothing Sam forget it."

"Man, and I thought I could see the future, maybe its genetic cause I heard that…."

Dean cut him off. "No Sam its nothing like that."

" Okay sure."

They pulled up behind the back of the house near the west wing. Dean popped the trunk and loaded the salt gun, and grabbed the EMF meter. He also tucked the gun given to him by his father in his pants pocket.

Sam took out his lock-picking kit and started to work on the back door.

" Okay the automatic alarms don't come on until ten o'clock so we got to make this quick."

" How do you know that?" Dean asked.

" I stole a transcript off Jenny's desk when we went past it on our way in." Sam chuckled.

That's my boy.

Sam managed to unlock the door. Dean felt a chill run down his spine.

Something isn't right…

But Dean ignored it. He figured just get in and get out, that's it.

Sam clicked on the flashlight as they made their way through the house.

"Dean," Sam whispered. " Don't go far, remember one hundred and doors."

"Yea Sam I know." Dean said looking around with his gun to his shoulder. The EMF meter was blinking like crazy.

Suddenly, Sam heard a faint whispering in the distance.

" Dean, you hear that?"

" Hear what?"

Sam walked down the corridor where he thought the whispering was coming from. Dean followed him, watching his back.

"Sam what is it? I don't hear anything."

Sam shushed him. " Quiet, listen."

The whispering seemed to come closer to them, but they still couldn't make out what it was saying. They both split up, unintentionally. Sam came to one of the living rooms, with a big glass case full of guns hanging on the wall. One of the guns was missing.

The room temperature began to drop.

Dean walked passed the gift shop, the doors were left open. He looked over to the picture that they saw earlier. Only the gun that William Winchester was holding wasn't there anymore. Dean thought he was seeing things, until he hear Sam let out a faint cry. He ran into the living room. He found Sam on his knees, holding his throat.

" Sam! What's wrong? What happened?" Dean said shaking him. He pulled Sam's hand away from his throat, blood spewed onto the carpet.

Sam gasp for air. He couldn't talk, something had lightly severed his wind pipe. Sam tried to say something . Dean ignored him the first time, he was trying to stop the bleeding by ripping a piece of his T-shirt and holding it around Sam's throat.

"Where is it Sammy?" Dean said, trying to control his tears.

Sam raised his trembling hand, pointing behind Dean. Dean turned around. A rifle with a knife attached to the end of it came flying towards Dean. It went through his head entering through his right eye. He fell to the ground.

Dean was walking up the motel room when he heard Sam let out a scream. He quickly took out his room key and unlocked the door to find Sam sitting up in his bed, sweating profusely.

"Have another nightmare Sammy?" Dean said as he threw the bag on the bed and sat down. Sam saw him take out the one that their father had given Dean for his birthday, the one that they saw William Winchester holding in the photo back at the mansion. Dean traced his finger over the cursive W.

"Dad never did tell me …"

"Dean! We can't go back to that house," Sam said while breathing heavily.

" Why not, did you have a vision or something?"

"Something like that, but we can't go back, not tonight. I know somewhere else we do have to go."