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!"

Dean rushed over to the scene. At his father's feet lay a pool of blood. Thinking John had been seriously injured, the brothers rushed over to help him. "It's not mine." said John. "Well then where the hell did it come from?" asked Dean. "It took her, squoze the life... and blood out of her. She's gone. Again." John said softly. "What are you talking about, Dad?" said a very confused Sam. "Mary..." he replied. "She's gone." he whispered. "It can't be," said Dean "she's been dead for years now. Or, is he talking about when it happened?" questioned Dean. "Just now. It just happened just now." said John, words shaking out of his mouth.

"He's in shock, Dean, we gotta get him out of here." said Sam. "Alright, bring him back to the hotel and stay there with him. I'll stay here and do some more investigating." said Dean "Take his truck, I need the stuff in my car." he added. "OK." replied Sam as he left with his father.

Where do I start... dean thought to himself. The only sign that something had actually happened there was the blood... but other than that, there were no signs of anything. Since the accident, the house had been fixed up and had been bought and sold many times, all of the occupants claiming the house of being haunted, but nobody was actually able to prove it. This was the only reason why Dean had been able to bring himself back to his old house... he thought there might be something there worth looking into.

After thoroughly examining the whole second floor and coming up with nothing, he knew something was wrong. At the bottom of the stairway, Dean noticed a black shadow moving on the wall. "Shit!" he whispered to himself, pulling out his gun. He was ready for what was waiting for him at the bottom.