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Home Sweet House

Chapter 3 – Psychic's Home

"So, other than two phone numbers, did you happen to get any other information?" Sam asked as he took a bite of the greasy hamburger Dean had brought back from the bar. He just hoped he wouldn't regret eating it later.

"As a matter of fact…I did!" Dean said with a wicked gleam in his eye as he grabbed a ketchup laden french fry and popped into his mouth.

"And…." Sam sighed

"And…I think once you hear what I have learned, even you will have to agree, that it is possible to mix business with pleasure…emphasis on the pleasure I might add…that Susan, what a spitfire and her friend Kelly…mmmm…she wasn't bad to look at either…" Dean grinned waiting for the explosion. He knew he could only bait Sam for so long before his brother would blow.

"Dude…can we focus here for a minute…what did you learn!" Sam decided that the hamburger wasn't going to set well with his stomach after all. He reached for the bottle of water instead…giving Dean his best no nonsense stare.

"Hmmm…you have to ask me nicely geek boy!" Dean smirked.

Sam got up from the chair and punched Dean in the arm. "Ow…now is that any way to treat your older brother?" Dean laughed as he ducked the next punch.

"I mean it Dean…stop horsing around…this is serious…we aren't kids anymore!" Sam sat back down in his chair, waiting for his brother to get back on topic while trying to hide his own grin.

"Ok…Ok…" Dean said holding his hands out in surrender. "I may have found out the name and location of the 'ghost whisperer' from your dream…his name is Nick and he lives not far from here. I figured we would wait a little longer and then go on a little night time visit to his home."

"I wonder if it is the same house that was in my dream?" Sam mused as he got up to empty what was left of his dinner into the trash.

"I don't think so Sam…I'm willing to bet that the house you saw was the one the girls mentioned, and before you ask…yes I got the address!" Dean pulled out another cocktail napkin and gave it to Sam.

Sam looked at the address and decided to do a search of county records to see the list of owners for the property. He could do that tomorrow, but for now, he wanted to do some more research on the mysterious deaths that happened in this town. Sam reached for his computer and started to type. Meanwhile Dean decided to stretch out and get a few winks…he figured it might be a long night.

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Shortly after 2:00 in the morning, the black Impala was parked outside a modest single story home. Dean looked at the newspapers laying on the porch…"Looks like he hasn't been here for at least 3 days."

Sam nodded as he pulled out his lock picks and started to work on the door while Dean kept watch. It only took a few moments before both of the hunters were standing in a great room of the small home. Pulling out their flashlights, they were careful that the beams could not be seen from the street. There was a small desk in the corner that was littered with newspaper articles and hastily scribbled notes. Sam began reading through them as Dean headed to check out the other rooms.

Dean paused in the sparsely furnished bedroom, noticing that whoever Nick was, he too looked like he lived out of a suitcase…there were no clothes in the closet or in any of the drawers of the rickety old chest. Dean began to go through the large old leather satchel laying at the end of the bed. In the bottom of the satchel was a faded photo of a young couple holding a smiling baby in their arms. Dean got a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Man, it can't be" Dean thought as he continued his search. There was another newspaper clipping that was attached to a birth certificate. Dean decided it was time to talk to Sam as he pocketed the items and headed back into the other room.

Sam was engrossed in the materials littering the untidy desk. It looked like whoever this Nick was, he was also investigating the number of deaths in the area. Sam pulled out an empty folder from the drawer and began to place all of the articles and notes into the file. He would need to review these closer once he got back to the hotel.

As Dean entered the room, Sam whispered "Dude…we need to get back to the hotel so that I can review this stuff closer…it looks like he may have been working on the same case as us…only he has a head start."

"Yeah, Sammy and that isn't all…take a look at this!" Dean passed the picture, newspaper article and birth certificate to Sam. After a few seconds, Sam looked up at Dean with concern in his eyes. "Holy Crap!" was all he said as the two hunters exited the house and headed for the Impala.

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Nick tried to back away from the figure that had come into the cell. He had never felt such evil coming from something in his life. He had done his share of dealing with cranky spirits…but he had never run up against anything that emanated this much darkness. Nick shuddered as the robed arm reached out to touch him.

"Who are you…and what do you want with me?" Nick asked, trying to sound like he wasn't terrified. Nick tried to see if there was a face…anything that would give him a clue as to what he was dealing with. The figure was encased in a black robe with a large hood. Where the face should have been, there was only darkness…a darkness to match the soul of the thing.

"I said, what do you want? Why are you keeping all these souls here…answer me!" Nick felt a numbing cold as the figure touched him. Nick jerked trying to move away, but his ribs wouldn't allow him to make quick movements. Before he could try to get off the cot, he felt himself shoved back by an unseen force.

"You will know all soon enough…but first we need to prepare you…"

Nick felt a sharp pain going through his whole body…the pain was so intense, he couldn't help it…he screamed. "Soon with your power, I will be able to gather them all to me to do my bidding…you will wish you were never born by the time I am through with you!"

Nick felt as if his body was on fire. He tried to move, but could not, all he could do was ride out the pain. He felt almost like, part of him was draining away. This couldn't be happening. He had been so careful in the past…he should have been able to sense this evil before entering the house. This was the first time that he could remember his ability failing him. And now, it looked like that failure may end in his death…or worse.

The figure moved it's touch up to Nick's head and paused as if waiting for something. Nick panted, trying to catch his breath. But once again the pain started. Nick wasn't sure how much more of this he could take…but something deep in side of him said to hold on. Gritting his teeth, Nick tried to fight…tried to block the intrusion on his mind and body. He felt the evil lessening its grip…maybe he could hold on a little longer he thought, just before he blacked out.

As Nick's body went slack…the figure backed away and left the room. A lonely white orb of light bobbed near the head of the silent man…if you listened close, you could almost hear the sob of despair.

TBC

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