Rain
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Summary: Kittatinny Ridge has been quiet for almost 130 years, after a devastating murder of over 14 travelers by a crazy innkeeper. But he has come back, and this time it is deeper than just a rogue spirit. Can Sam and Dean figure out what is going on?
A/n: The title has been changed. Some BGI: The Schambacher house is old… over 200 years old, but it was renovated… and that answers some questions..
Set After: The Benders
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to… the WB… CW… whatever it goes by now… but I am putting my own spin on the ghost story.
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"Never Split Up"
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Rain continually pounded on the Impala's roof as Dean continued accelerating up the steep incline. "Does it ever stop?" he said, mainly to himself. It was obvious that he was talking about the rain. The horrendous rain. It hadn't seemed to want to stop.
"Calm down Dean, a little raid never hurt anybody…" Sam said from the passenger seat of the car, not even looking over at his older brother. he knew how much Dean hated driving in the rain.
"Until some asshole who isn't being careful speeds down the mountain and crashes into us…" Dean replied simply, not taking his eyes off the road. For once the music wasn't blaring. The music would just make it harder for Dean to actually concentrate on driving.
Sam just sighed loudly and went back to looking out the window. That was when they spotted it. The old white marble house which was by now overrun with leaves and ivy, making it seem more evil.
"You think this is it?" Sam asked.
"No," Dean said, a hint of sarcasm evident in his voice. "There's just a sign right there that says 'Schambacher'. I think we may have the wrong place Sammy…"
Sam just glared at Dean as he turned the car off, pocketing the keys and getting out of the car. Sam followed suit.
The brothers walked around to the back of the Impala, popping the trunk as the rain continued pounding hard on them. Dean pulled out two shotguns.
"Are you sure about this Dean?" Sam asked, just watching his brother unload more stuff from the trunk. "I mean, we barely know anything about this house, we don't know what we're up against or anything."
Sam was about to say more, but was silenced by Dean shoving the shotgun into Sam's arms.
"It can't be anything too bad." Dean stated simply, pulling the EM detector out and putting it in his pocket. He also turned his flashlight on. Closing the trunk of the car, Dean slowly began his approach of the house. It was almost as if he was drawn to it. Deep down, Dean knew that Sam was right. Yet they were already here, they were already soaked, why turn back?
Besides, it wasn't like it was something they couldn't handle.
And there didn't seem to be anything strange about the house, at least on the outside except that it looked a little creepy. The EM detector wasn't going off yet. This house was probably just one full of superstition. A story told around to the campfire during the summer to scare little kids.
Dean turned around suddenly, just to make sure that Sam was following him. And he was, just at a distance away.
He stopped and just looked at his younger brother, waiting for him to catch up. It seemed to take forever, Sam was moving so slowly.
"Sam. What is up with you today?" Dean asked.
Sam didn't look at him for the longest time, but when he finally did, the look in his eyes scared Dean a little. Fear. He hadn't seen that look in Sam's eyes in a very very long time. "Sammy…"
The look in Sam's eyes disappeared and turned into a glare. "Nothing," he said angrily. "I just have a bad feeling, okay?" Sam then proceeded to walk past Dean. If Dean wanted to do this, what was there stopping him?
'That was a little weird…' Dean thought as he began following Sam. The two of tem soon made it to the door. Sam just stood there, obviously thinking of something. Dean just took the liberty and walked up to the door, and jiggled the door knob. It was unlocked. Too coincidental. He opened the door and walked in, flashlight on.
He heard the door close behind him and turned around. Sam was right behind him. Dean looked around until he found a light switch. Light switches were always good. He flipped the lights on and turned to look at Sam as he turned the flashlight off.
"Let's go…" he said, walking into the house. It didn't look that old on the inside. It looked like it had recently been renovated and that people actually used it. Perfect reason (if any) for some pissed off spirit.
Sam didn't say anything. There was something about this house that he really didn't like. Something that, it wasn't that it scared him. It just… gave him the creeps.
So Sam began looking for something, anything out of the ordinary in the house and soon found that him and Dean had been split up. He had walked up the steps to the second story while Dean had stayed on the first story.
He walked into the rooms. That creepy feeling still deep inside of him. He searched the rooms. He didn't find anything strange. He didn't find anything, but he just could not get rid of that horrible feeling growing within him.
He walked down the steps. They squeaked. The downstairs lights had been turned off and it was dark. Sam could hear the rain even better now, matching with his heart that was racing. He didn't know why he was feeling so terrified. He hadn't seen anything. There was nothing there to make anyone think that there was anything wrong with this house.
"Dean?" Sam called out. He didn't know anything about the house, but he did know that bad feelings were never good.
He didn't get a response from his brother.
"Dean?" he called out again as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
Still nothing.
Something wasn't right here. Something really wasn't right.
"Dean?" A little louder this time as he neared the door.
He still got no response from his brother.
Slowly, Sam opened the door and felt something push him out of it. Before Sam even got a chance to even react, the door slammed shut. See. This was bad.
Sam tried opening the door, but it had been locked. "Son of a bitch!" Sam cursed, slamming on the door, getting even wetter in the process.
"SAMMY?" he heard his brother shout before he turned around and came face to face with a dark figure, that wasn't his brother. He had clearly heard Dean shout from the inside.
Quickly, everything faded into black as the ground came up to meet Sam.
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Dean had barely realized that him and Sam had split up except for the absence of Sam's breathing and soft steps. He figured that Sam had just gone up stairs. He didn't really understand why Sam would split up. He was always the one who chose whether to split up or not.
And right now didn't seem like that good of a time to split up. He could hear floorboards creaking above him. The upstairs. That was where Sam went. As much as right now didn't seem like a good time to split up, he figured at least being able to hear where Sammy went was a good thing.
Dean just continued exploring. Nothing out of the ordinary, the EM detector wasn't going off. Nothing. There was nothing strange about this house at all. Nothing.
Until that one split second when the lights just suddenly went out. That was weird, but with the thunderstorm it wouldn't have surprised him at all if the power was just knocked out.
Dean took a deep breath. Yeah. The power was knocked out. Something would have showed up on the EM if there was anything strange going on in the house to make the lights go out.
The house was clean. Nothing. It was just an old ass house.
"Sammy, let's get out of here, the house is clean.." but he got no response from Sam at all. Maybe he just hadn't said it loud enough. He was about to say something when a strange feeling came over him.
He couldn't explain what was happening, but something screwed up was happening. And whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Not at all. Nope.
"Dean…" he heard Sam call. He tried to respond, but something kept him from talking. It wasn't a physical something, he just lost all ability to talk.
"Dean?" he heard Sam call again. He tried to shout out to his brother, or even run towards him, because this was definitely screwed up. Not the most screwed up thing he had ever experienced but it was up there.
He heard his brother call him one more time and made all attempts to at least try to let Sam know that he was still in the house, but nothing came out as a drowsy feeling came over him. Dean blinked his eyes a few times.
The door slammed. He could hear Sam yelling from the outside. "SAMMY!" he shouted, surprised that anything would actually come out of him.
His eyes closed slowly.
He didn't hear anything from Sammy. He couldn't hear anything. He could feel the room spinning.
What. the. fuck?
The next thing he knew, Dean was tumbling down in darkness.
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A/n: Yeah, that wasn't the best thing I've written, but I think I've gotten everything set up for what I want to happen with this story. I'm not really good at writing Sam, but I'm gonna make an attempt in the next chapter.
So please review and tell me what you thought.
Thanks to my two lonely reviewers for the chapter: ashlyns and Ghostwiter.
