Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural in anyway, but i still have to do the disclaimer anyway. And i'm sorry if you hate OC's its slightly filled with them. and in anyway, but i still have to do the disclaimer anyway. And i'm sorry if you hate OC's its slightly filled with them. and the rest of the Chapters are much longer then this one

Of Which The Past Haunts:

"Um. . . Dean. . ." Sam muttered as he shut the door a little bit, "You might want to put all your stuff away..."

"Why?" Dean looked up at his brother from cleaning his guns and organizing fake ID's.

Sam coughed, "Lawyers. . ."

"Shit. . ." he quickly put everything away, as Sam let them in.

"180 Prescott Lane. . ." Sam stated, as they pulled into the driveway to a mansion.

"180? You mean as in the Final Destination movies? Sweet." Dean grinned as Sam shook his head with a smile. They then noticed the vehicles. "What's with all the people?"

Sam shrugged, "Well. . . it is a will reading after all. I suppose there are a lot of people who are after his wealth."

"Which leads to another question. . ." Dean said as he stopped the car and got out, "Who the hell is this Kain Burtem?"

"Beats me. But apparently he knew us somehow." Sam said as they walked in.

"Dickie! Gemme back my blasted shoe!" a woman yelled as a teenage boy ran off with a high heel.

Dean grinned, "Dick." Sam hit his brother in the head.

The heelless brunette woman shook her head turning to the two brothers. "Oh! Are you two Dean and Sam Winchester?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah."

"Follow me. . ." then she yelled, "DICK! Get your ass back here now!" she turned seeing Dean snicker, "brothers."

"Know the feeling." Dean and Sam replied, then laughed. And within a few minutes everyone was gathered in the dinning room. There was a black haired man, and a seventeen year old red head girl, then a pair of blond twin men, the brunette woman and the sixteen year old brunette boy named Dick. The black haired man put a tape in a VCR.

A very old man around his 90's came on the screen. "If you all are watching this, it means that I finally kicked the bucket from all that damn hunting."

The woman that Dean and Sam met look up. "How come I got a feeling that he didn't go deer hunting."

"Its that fact that a demon did me in, and about time too." Sam and Dean looked up to the tape, "I know you all don't know me, but I know you from my visions. Stephen and Jackie Cower, Dan and David Heiderman, Sarah and Dick Jones, and Dean and Sam Winchester. I gathered you all here for two reasons, to test your endurance, and if you'd be getting my house."

"Awesome! This place will be great for raves!" the one named Dan grinned.

"Forget about raves, the old man said demons done him in, most likely they're still here." Dean muttered to Sam whom nodded.

"But there's one catch." the guy said with a sadistic grin, which sent a chill down Sarah's spine, the one Dean and Sam met. "You have to survive a week in my mansion. Anyone still living can have it. Have fun."

"The hell! I'm not risking my little sisters life, cause some bastard, thinks it'll be funny in his afterlife!" Stephen stood up as Jackie pulled him back down.

Sarah went into thought. "Maybe its not wether or not of risking, but protecting."

"Come again?" David looked bored.

"We all agree that we'd do anything to protect our siblings, right?" Sarah questioned.

"Hell yeah." Dean replied making Sarah smile.

She then hugged Dick. "I think it's the matter of staying close, protecting each other, I really don't think the old man would put us through more then we already have be."

"What the hell kind of planet are you from?" Dan groaned.

"Apparently the one where everyone is nice to their siblings." Sarah hissed.

"Okay! Cool it!" Sam stated, standing up between the Brunette woman and the blond teen. "We don't need anyone dead."

"Come on Jackie, were leaving!" Stephen exclaimed, standing up and walking to the door. "Shit its locked!"

The Grandfather clock chimed six. "Well we better make the best of it." Sam sighed.

"Sarah, I'm hungry." Dick announced.

"Hey, so am I!" Dean whined as everyone looked at him. Sarah laughed.

"All those hungry follow me!" She replied as they went into the kitchen, and opened the fridge.

"I wonder what made the old man chose us." Dean muttered.

"Don't know. . . anyone like Hard Salami or Turkey? That's all that's in here."

"Among other things." Dean smirked looking at Sarah's backside. Dick hit him.

"Mind outta the gutter!"he growled. Dean stuck his tongue out at him. "Dude. . . grow up." Dean then laughed.

Turkey sandwiches were shoved into their hands. "After we're done eating, I say we should search for rooms, and probably bunk together."

Dean grinned, "No problem with that."

"You perve." Sarah smiled.

"I do what I can." he took a bit of his sandwich.

Sarah leaned against the counter, getting Dean's attention to her body unintentionally. "Hey, I'm going up to the attic tomorrow Dick, wanna see what kind of weird stuff is up there?"

"Yeah!" he grinned.

"Hey, can me and my bro join ya?" Dean questioned.

"Sure."Sarah nodded.