Chapter 4
There it was. The coolest house ever. It was giant. And white. With big pillars in front, and windows everywhere. Kind of like the house from Jumanji. Sam was kind of confused, though. It didn't look at all like a house that could even be mistaken to be slightly haunted. It just looked like a really nice, really expensive house.
"Are you sure this is where you got it?" Sam asked her.
"I'm sure. So are we going to go knock on the door and talk to them?"
"No. We're going to the library to look at old newspapers. See if anything strange happened here."
They had been in the library for 2 hours, and still hadn't found anything. They looked through the books of old newspaper clippings, and they looked at the newspapers on the computers. Nadda.
"I don't think anything happened in that house," Samantha said, sounding discouraged.
Sam looked away from the computer screen. "Well there's no other explanation." That's when it came to him. How could he have been so blind? "Unless the people who sold you that mirror…"
"Also bought it from someone else," Samantha finished.
They were on the way to the cool house and Samantha was getting kind of excited. She was going to solve a supernatural mystery. But Sam Winchester, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about Dean and his dad. How could he have just left them like that? That was such a horrible thing to do.
"Listen, I have to take care of something," Sam said quietly.
"What?"
"I just… I got into a car accident with my brother and my dad, but they're still in the hospital."
"What? Are you serious? What are you doing with me, then?"
"I don't know."
"Well go see them."
"Do you want me to give you a lift back to your grandma's house first?"
"No. You can just stop here, and I'll walk the rest of the way to that jumanji house. I'll ask some questions and see what I can find out."
"You don't have to do this alone, Samantha."
"But I can. This is about me. And my parents. I can do this. And you can't. What you can't be doing at a time like this, is helping me with my problems. You don't even know me. You have to go see your family."
"Ok, let me give you my cell number incase you need anything."
"Fine."
Sam pulled over and wrote his number on Samantha's hand. She opened the door and started to get out of the car. "I'm sorry about your family. I really hope they're ok."
"Thanks. Me too." He half smiled. Samantha shut her door and smiled. She waved as he quickly drove out of sight.
They were sleeping. The sounds were uncomforting. Machines beeping, oxygen coming out of tubes, Sam's nervous breathing. He sat down next to Dean's bed and grabbed onto his hand. There was an IV coming out of it, and three other tubes in his arm. How come they were so badly injured, and Sam made it out with just a few stitches?
"Dean, I'm sorry," He said softly.
Dean slowly opened his eyes and took a breath. "No you're not."
"Dean, I don't know what got into me."
"I do."
"How's dad been doing?"
"Not so good. He hasn't come to, yet."
Sam felt the tears coming to his eyes, but tried to hold them back. "I'm not leaving you guys again."
"Yes you are."
"No. I'm not. I'm not leaving you. Or dad."
"Sammy, it's ok."
"No it's not." He turned away and wiped some tears from his eyes before Dean saw. But he knew he did anyway.
Dean pretended that he didn't see. He would give his brother that much.
