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Chapter 4

John seemed to ignore his boys and he just kept on researching for the next two hours. "This damn computer..." said John, "this thing is worthless." Sam and Dean exchanged smirks. "Dad, it's two o'clock in the morning, we all need rest." said Sam. "Fine, but first thing in the morning we're going back there and looking for any clues we can find." "I think it's going to be later than first thing in the morning...that's what it is right now." said Dean. "I don't care what time you guys get up, but I'm leaving here at five thirty." "Fine." replied Dean, and he crawled into bed.

The three men woke up to a blaring alarm clock at five in the morning. "What the hell..." said Dean, drowsily. "C'mon, let's go you two." John demanded. Sam and Dean exchanged looks and then crawled out of bed. "I thought you said we were going to get up at five thirty. I only got like two hours of sleep!" whined Dean. "Did you not hear me? I said let's go!" replied John. "Just listen to him, Dean." said Sam. "Fine." replied Dean.

The two vehicles rumbled into the old driveway. Somehow, they had expected to see something similar to what they had witnessed the night before, but nothing was there. John put down the tailgate of his truck and opened up a case. Looking over his choices, he decided on a shotgun he had loaded with rock salt. Dean opened his trunk and chose the same weapon for himself. Sam grabbed a container of salt and a latin book he had used many times in the past for exorcisms. "Sammy, there's nobody here for you to do an exorcism on!" laughed Dean. "Dean, you can use this on more than just people. If there is some kind of spirit or demon here, this will get rid of it. Oh, and,don't call me Sammy!" "Whatever, Sammy." replied Dean with a chuckle.

Sam shrugged it off and walked inside the house. "I'll start upstairs." John informed his two sons. "I'll take the first floor." added Sam. "I guess that leaves me with the basement...the creepiest place in the whole house...not that I'm afraid, or anything, just, you know. I mean, why do I always get stuck with the shams? Maybe one of you should step up to the plate. Sissies..." Dean mumbled. "Shut up, Dean." said John. "Geez, OK. Let's get this over with." Dean blurted out. It seemed very obvious to Sam and John that Dean was trying to hide the fear of returning to his old house with 'humor'. "Dean, I know it's hard for you, but..." started Sam. "Shut up, Sam. Just leave it alone, will ya!" snapped Dean. The response he got was the waving of his brother's hand.

Five minutes into their search for clues, Sam and Dean heard their father yelling at something. "The demon." Dean said and they ran upstairs, hearts racing. When Sam opened the door to his old nursery, he couldn't believe his eyes. "Oh, my god..." whispered Dean, "Dad!"

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