Chapter 2:

Dean kicked the door as hard as he could. "Damn it! Just freakin' great!" He backed up and turned to go to the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

"Well genius, I'd like to get outta here some time today, so I'm going to get a chair and break a window. Got a better idea?" Dean knew he sounded like an ass, but at this point, he didn't care. Baby brother could just get over it.

"Whatever Dean." As Dean disappeared into the kitchen Sam softly said, "You don't have to be such a jackass." As much as he felt like getting into it with his brother, he decided that at the moment, maybe it was better if he didn't hear that statement.

Dean returned a second later with an old wooden chair. Setting down his shotgun he lifted the chair back and with all his strength he crashed it into the window. And to both of their surprise, the window didn't break. Instead the legs of the chair shattered. "You've got to be kidding me!" Dean screamed, throwing the remains of the chair across the room. "What the fuck is this!"

"Dean calm down. I'm sure if we think a minute, we can figure out what's going on." Sam said as calmly as he could. Truth be told, he was a little more than freaked himself. But he told himself he needed to keep a calm head, since it seemed as though his brother couldn't.

"Calm down? Hello Sammy, look around, we're a little stuck in this shit hole, with very little weapons, and a very pissed off ghost. Do you really want to take the time to work on the drawing board, or do you want to get the hell out of here!"

Sam threw up his hands in frustration. "Yes, I want out of here, okay!" He screamed back. "And just how do you suppose we do that!"

Dean smiled his smile that was somewhere between a look of mayhem and evil, his eyes twinkling. "Follow me."

Dean began back up the stairs, keeping his gun pointed in front of him, eyes scanning for an attack. As the wood creaked beneath their feet, they moved slowly and actually watched where they stepped this time. It was amazing neither one of them fell when they were running down the last time.

Sam followed closely behind his brother only guessing what Dean had come up with. And knowing Dean, he wasn't going to like it. "Um Dean, mind telling me what you have in mind?"

"Scared Sammy?" Dean poked.
"You know what, me and you are going to have a conversation later about this little attitude you've developed today, but until then, you mind filling me in, or are you gonna let me be surprised when we both get killed."

Dean's face flashed anger, "Thanks for the lecture Dad. If you must know, the only thing I can think of is the broken windows upstairs. Nothing to keep us from going through them."

"And just how are we supposed to get down?"

"Oh my God, do I have to spell it out for you! We jump!"

"What! It's two stories Dean!"

"Ah, it's not that far. I'm sure we can find a bush or somthin' to cushion our fall. Just trust me

Sammy."

Sam sighed. "Don't I always." He genuinely felt bad for sounding like he was lecturing. And he certainly didn't like being compared to his Dad. He bit his lip in frustration and decided to go along with his brother.

They went room to room and finally found one that had a broken window. Looking down they found that there was a small overhang they could probably land on and then safely make it to the ground. Of course, that being said only if the overhang held them. Sam looked at Dean and then back out the window.

It didn't look too promising.

The boys continued to stare out the window to the ground below. Both knew it was their only way of escape, but neither one was anxious to make the jump. They would probably survive, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to hurt.

Dean looked at Sam who wasn't doing a very good job at masking his apprehension. He let a smirk fall across his lips. Waving his hand he said to Sam, "Ladies first."

"Screw you." Sam replied. "I'm glad you find this funny."

"Ah come on Sam, you gotta laugh a little. It's good for the soul."

Sam raised his eyebrows, "And what would you know about anything being good for you?"

Dean snorted, "And you said I had the attitude problem." Sam didn't reply. "Listen, it's now or never, let's just get it over with. I'll go first you big baby." He started to climb into the window sill. "Unless of course your 'special' senses say different."
Sam rolled his eyes. "You don't have to be psychic to see that overhang probably won't hold you jerk. So I tell you what, you go first and if it holds I'll follow."

"You need some sleep Sammy, you're getting cranky." Dean laughed and was just about to jump when they heard a loud creaking and some pops, that sounded very much like wood breaking. As they watched below them, the overhang slowly collapsed, sending wood splintering below.

"Guess that answers that question." Dean said angrily. "Friggin' ghost. Maybe it's lonely." Dean said.

Sam began to pace. "This is bad Dean. We're stuck in here with barely any weapons and no real idea what we are facing!"

"That's because you didn't do your job. Research is your specialty. I'm the one who gets the job done."

"Like I said Dean, attitude. You are so full of it today. Can we think of something else to do now?"

"Find another place to jump!" Dean said, getting real frustrated at the no where conversation they were having. "Tell you what, we split up. When one of us finds a way out, we call the other."

"Why does your plans always involve us splitting up?" Sam asked.

"Why do you ask so many questions."

Sam huffed and picked up his gun spinning on his heels and heading out of the room. "You know what, screw you. You can never have a normal conversation and I'm sick of it. Do whatever the fuck you want. I'm going to find a way out."

Dean rolled his eyes and watched his little brother storm out of the room. Things did seem to be a bit tense between the two today. He didn't really mean any of it. But god his little brother could be so pretentious, and all of his fucking questions! He was just so annoying Dean felt like smacking him around a little bit. He shook his head, why was he so angry? Could it be something else? He thought. "Ah hell, we're just around each other too much." Dean said to himself. "time to find a way out."

Sam made his way back down the stairs. He wasn't actually intending on trying to find a way out. He figured that since the downstairs had no broken windows, and Dean had proven they couldn't be broken and since the doors wouldn't open, there was no point of looking for an escape route down here. But he didn't care, he just wanted some space from Dean. God his brother was getting on his nerves today. His freaking attitude was making his blood boil. If they didn't have to worry about getting out of the damn house he would have decked his brother and started a fight! Sam was sure that hitting his brother would feel really good about now.

Sam was wandering around what used to be the den, looking at the dusty old books on the shelf when he heard the whispering. He cocked his head, listening hard. He could barely hear it. It was coming from another room. Cautiously he made his way toward the voice. He still couldn't make out what it was saying. He found himself walking through the kitchen and into a small pantry. At the back of the pantry was a small door. The voice was definitely coming from there. In the back of his mind Sam knew he should get Dean. He shouldn't go through the door alone. But then his anger swelled at the thought of his brother only making fun of him again. "Screw Dean." he said aloud and opened the door.

Before a gasp could escape his lips, he was pulled into the darkness and the door slammed behind him.

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