I sat on the porch of the apartment while I waited for Sam and Dean. It was agonizing. I didn't know what was happening to my sister, and that was torture multiplied by electric shock and acid burns. Probably even worse than that, too. My sister was always my responsibility, and I was failing.

"Are they still inside?" Sam asked, digging around the trunk of their car.

"Yeah." It pained me to say that.

"We're going to get them out."

"How? I couldn't pick the lock, and there's no windows even slightly open."

"Breathe, Jackie. We'll get them out."

"Sam? Can I talk to you for a minute?" Sam stood up, and followed his brother a little ways down the sidewalk. I could still hear them. "There's no way in that house. Lock can't be picked, windows are all locked with alarms on them, and there's no way that door gets broken down." I kept listening, but I was also aware the lock opened on the door.

"We can't just leave them inside."

"Me neither, but we can't get in." I could tell them, or I could go in on my own. Of course, I chose the former.

"Um, guys?" They looked at me, as I swung open the front door. "The door unlocked." They practically ran over.

"Stay out here on the porch," Sam instructed.

"The hell I will. That's my sister in there."

"Jackie,"

"We don't have time to argue."

"She's right, Sam," Dean agreed. "She'll end up coming in one way or the other." It was clear Sam was not happy about that.

"Fine, but stick close to us."
"Okay." I followed them inside.

The house looked pretty normal. The only difference from two weeks ago was the papers scattered all over the floor, smashed picture frames, and torn photos. And the kitchen dividers that were made out of the railing supports.

"Callie?" Dean called, and I scanned everywhere for her. I couldn't see her, but I had a feeling those railing gates weren't for show. "I'll check upstairs, you two down here."

"Okay." Dean headed upstairs, and I realized he had a gun and a flask on him.

"What do you two really do for a living?" I asked.

"Saving people, hunting things. It's the family business."

"Okay." I was trusting both my sister's life and mine with trained assassins. I still don't think it was most stupid thing I'd ever done. "So, what are we dealing with here?"

"My best guess would be a vengeful spirit. They're spirits seeking revenge or sometimes protecting someone." The coffee table threw itself at Sam, but he jumped out of the way. It shattered against the wall. I knew they were right on the assumption. "Stay close."

"Sammy!" Dean yelled from upstairs. "You okay?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Just a little… occupied." Sam was thrown into the hall closet, the door snapping shut after him. I was on my own.

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