Hey guys, I know I say it every time but I loved the feedback. Yes, Dean is a great Dad, can you remember way back when Sam doubted it? Duh!

You're loving Dyl's involvement and life is a massive learning curve for him at the moment. We know so much more about Cole's blend; Sam's sensitivity with Dean's looks and protectiveness but Dylan has that other mix; Sam's intelligence and looks with Dean's sense of humour and I LOVE that combo almost as much!!!

I have thought about this hunt and wanted to put in several elements from some of the eps I love like 'Home', 'No Exit' and 'Hell House'…I love that it's their home under threat and that everyone's involved this time. It will overlap into the next chap but this one is largely going for laughs and a bit of action…

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The moans started just after midnight, Dylan and Nitro both sat up to attention suddenly alert to all around them. Dylan hadn't changed into his pyjamas as he was too excited they might see some action and was ready to go.

"Relax." Cole muttered as he lounged on his bed with his head resting on one bent arm. "It's just Hope."

Dylan grabbed a torch and a crucifix from under his pillow and the dark room was suddenly bathed in the dull glow emerging from the bright Fisher Price lamp. "What's wrong with her, is she in pain?" He asked.

Cole smiled. "No, but she is sick."

"Huh?"

Cole sat up with a sigh and pulled the sheet around him. "You remember when we lived in Tucson and that cat used to come into the house?"

"Yeah…"

"You remember it used to rub up against everything and purr like it was happy?"

"Has she got an itch?"

"Sorta, only normally Luc scratches it for her."

Dylan's top lip curled and he frowned in confusion. "Shouldn't we help her?"

"Not unless you want a lifetime of therapy."

"Is this a sex thing?"

"Uh-huh."

It suddenly clicked into place as the moans intensified. "Is she having sex with herself?!" He almost screamed.

"Ssh. Yes."

"How?? Why?!"

Cole shrugged. "Cos it feels nice."

As the moans mounted into a crescendo Dylan covered his ears. Suddenly everything went quiet and Cole frowned before there was a large thud and the wall behind him vibrated making him jump out of bed as glass broke in the next room.

"I think she's doing it wrong, even Uncle Dean's not that loud." Dylan shouted as more objects bounced off the wall in Hope's room.

Cole grabbed a gun and the iron poker by his bed and ran for the door. "That's not her this time!"

When he emerged into the dark corridor the lights began to flicker and the noise coming from the room next to his became deafening. He tried the door but it was locked, he began to kick at it when Dean came running out of his room with his fly still undone and a shotgun in his hand.

"Cole!" Hope screamed as they imagined her being hurled around the bedroom. Dylan and Nitro joined the little posse and the dog barked loudly jumping up and down in front of the door.

"Get back!" Dean shouted to his son before shooting out the two hinges then kicking the door inwards. As soon as he walked in with the gun raised it went eerily quiet and Hope landed heavily on the floor in front of them. Dean ran to her and helped her up as he looked around at the chaos. "You ok?" he shouted.

She looked dazed and her white nightdress was smeared in blood from various cuts. "Yeah…I'm fine."

"Where did it go?" Cole asked.

Dylan pointed upwards into the attic with his index finger and Dean grabbed Cole before he could run off. "Wait! Not so fast, take your sister and Dylan downstairs and watch Sam's back. Johnny?"

"I'm here!" He ran in with his own gun.

"Dude, always with the freakin' kimono, you look out for Bonnie."

"Got it."

Dean ran out and passed Bobby on his way to the attic. "C'mon old man, let's go find out what's goin' on upstairs."

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When Sam first heard the crashes upstairs he propped himself up on his elbows as Brooke woke with a start. Before he had time to say it she was out of bed and leaning over the cot picking up Lily who was unsurprisingly still fast asleep oblivious to the chaos erupting all around her.

"It's a loud one." Brooke wasn't particularly scared until she heard Hope scream for her brother and sat back down next to Sam. "Should I get Dylan?"

"No, don't move." They heard Dean shoot the door frame. "He's got her." He said with a sigh as it all went quiet.

They could hear feet on the stairs and Brooke switched on the lamp by the bed as Dylan ran in followed by Cole and Hope.

"You guys ok?!" Cole looked at them as Dylan excitedly clambered onto the bed and Sam hugged him close.

"We're fine. Jesus, Hope….what happened?" Brooke took her hand and sat her down on the bed.

"That is one bad mother-f…"

"Ok, we heard." Sam interrupted quickly.

"I'll get the First Aid kit." Brooke went to get up.

"Let Cole go." Sam told her not wanting his wife or kids out of his sight for an instant.

Cole disappeared to the kitchen and came back with a First Aid kit that could better be described as a suitcase. Brooke passed Lily to Sam and looked at her niece. "It's mainly superficial but it sounded horrific."

"He picked me up like I was nothing."

No one asked anything as they waited for Dean and Bobby to come back. Johnny came in next heavily supporting Bonnie. "Oh my God!" She said as she sat by her daughter.

The bed was under severe danger of collapsing but Sam was just glad they were all together. He didn't worry about Dean who was currently tearing the attic apart in a characteristic fit of pointless violence until Bobby could bring him back under control and get him to focus on the hunt again.

There was a loud bark from up above and they all glanced at the ceiling seeing the light fixture shake as Nitro howled and Dean followed suit. Sam huffed as dust rained down on him and he was forced to brush it off his face.

"He's like a toddler when he has a tantrum." Johnny muttered looking at his nails as they heard the screamed obscenities from up above.

Dylan raised his eyebrows at the language as Sam sighed and collapsed against the pillows holding onto Lily. "He'll calm down in a minute." They heard a muffled yell from the older man. "Yep, Bobby just threatened to shoot him."

There was another loud crash and Sam kept up his commentary. "Dean just kicked something and threatened to 'gank' the spirit."

There was a shot. "Bobby came through on the threat and now we have a hole in the roof."

There was silence for a moment. "Maybe Bobby killed him." Johnny speculated.

"Worse, I think he hugged him." Sam raised a hand. "Five…four…..three…" He counted down on his fingers as heavy footsteps pounded on the wooden stairs. By the time he got to one Dean had burst into the room and stood in front of them bare-chested and panting.

"You having fun Sport?" Johnny smiled up at him.

"Your chopstick's hanging out." Dean said glancing at his robe as he walked into the room and took his daughter's face in one hand. "You ok, did that bastard hurt you?"

"No, I'm just embarrassed, he totally had me whipped."

"Nothin' to be ashamed of happens to me all the time."

"It really does." Sam nodded in agreement.

"Hey!" He frowned at his brother.

Bobby eventually made it down the stairs in his long johns with Nitro in tow. Johnny hopped out of an armchair and let him sit down. "Beer." He sighed exhausted as Johnny went to the kitchen to get one from the fridge.

"Ok what the hell happened?" Dean asked his daughter.

"I don't know, I woke up and I was flying through the air."

Dylan coughed politely.

"What?" Dean asked him.

"That's not strictly true, she was…"

Hope frowned. "I was what?"

"Scratching yourself."

Cole laid a hand on his cousin's head. "Hope was making happy noises." He explained. "I didn't think anything of it ya know business as usual."

Hope looked disgusted by her brother. "I resent that!"

"What?! You're at it so much you must have friction burns!"

Hope stood up. "Alright Cole, I guess the reason you carry baby lotion around is so you can keep your hands soft!"

"Alright Donny and Marie stop!" Dean raised his hands still holding the sawed off. He took a breath and pointed at Cole. "You're a little bit country and she's a little bit Rock 'n' Roll but can't you just get along?"

Hope pulled a face at her brother who rolled his eyes.

"Hope, were you…?" Dean tried to think of a delicate way to say it but failed miserably.

"Petting the hamster? No!"

"Hamster?" Dylan frowned. "When did we get a hamster?!"

Sam rubbed at his eyes and tried to hold onto his patience. "Forget it sweetheart we don't have a hamster, it's just a euphemism for something else."

Dylan thought about it for a minute and smiled like a lightbulb went on in his head. "Oh, like when Mom talks about the python?"

Bobby choked on his beer and Johnny raised a perfectly plucked brow. "Samuel, you dark horse."

Dean tried not to laugh. "I think it's about time you and Dylan had 'the talk' Sammy."

"Leave it Dean."

"Dude, I still don't know what a euphemism is but I sure as hell knew what wankin' was when I was his age."

"I'm warning you man!"

"What, you think Dad was a monk too?"

"Eww, I think I just threw up a little in my mouth, can we just go back to the python imagery please?" Johnny asked.

Brooke blushed and busied herself by packing up the First Aid kit. "What did I tell you about repeating what's in Mommy's head Dyl?"

"Do it?" He answered with a quiet grimace.

"You see what trouble it causes?" She glared at him.

Sam was getting frustrated. "Can we focus on this rampant entity in the house for a second 'cos in case you hadn't noticed, there are other women living here who wouldn't take so kindly to being used as a throw toy!"

"Well it wasn't an incubus if that's what you're thinkin' it was a spirit…I could smell it." Dean said with a sniff as he finally sat down on the arm rest of Bobby's chair and laid the gun in his lap.

"Did you see it?" Cole looked at his sister as Bonnie stuck a band aid on her head.

"Just some old guy; fast and strong…that's all."

"We have to look into the history of the house." Sam said to Dean forgetting his anger for a minute.

"Right." He sighed. "But he's not kickin' me out of this house."

"Me either." Hope added.

"C'mon Dean, just send the girls to a motel."

"Not this time Sam, we're not gettin' split up again." He looked around him. "There's plenty of room in here so we just wait it out and do our digging, together."

There was silence for a moment as everyone sat in thoughtful contemplation. Johnny looked at them all and frowned sitting up suddenly. "Guys?"

"What?" Dean looked at him tiredly.

"Where's Rita?"

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Rita shook her head and regretted taking the second valium as she looked at the small room around her and knew she must have been hallucinating. All the stuff about hauntings and stuff had to be hobunk but as she came to and felt the manacles closed over her slender wrists she realized it might not be such bullshit after all.

Shifting her feet on the dirt floor she shook at the chains that kept her arms raised above her head and tried to get free, it was useless and she gave up quickly. Her breath started to come more rapidly as she realized that she had actually been taken hostage and that this wasn't one of her normal drugged up blackouts. She tried not to panic and thought for a moment as she looked around the small brick lined room. There were bars opposite her looking out onto a small tunnel that no man would be able to stand up straight in. How the hell had she ended up down here she thought with a shiver as the air around her grew colder and her breath emerged in a white mist.

"Oh fuck." She struggled with the manacles again and did the only thing she could think of as a dark shadow passed down the tunnel. "Dean!!!" She screamed loudly.

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"Oh my God, I'm such a bad daughter!" Bonnie was almost hyperventilating as Dean held her.

"I'll find her darlin' even if I have to tear this place apart, I'll find her."

Sam was rifling through papers and found Dylan's map of the house. "The attic's clear right?"

"Yeah." Bobby said.

"Ok, we need a plan of action…no point going off half-cocked until we know what we're dealing with."

"It's a spirit Sam!" Dean said.

"Right, that likes women obviously."

"And ain't too fussy." Bobby added as Bonnie stared at him through her tears. "Sorry."

"He's keeping her somewhere in the house Dad." Dylan said.

"Cellar?" Dean asked.

Dylan shrugged. "I haven't been in the cellar."

"And you're not about to." Sam told him rubbing his mouth thoughtfully. "Cole get on the laptop and get me local newspaper archives."

Cole did as he said and his hands tapped across the keyboard. "Year?"

"Start with 1896."

"Any reason?" Bobby asked.

"I've found some stuff on previous owners but nothing about who built this place or what year, I'm thinking it's turn of the century and at the time it would have been a mansion so it had to be someone rich."

"So?" Dean pushed.

"1896 was the year of the Klondike Gold rush, prospectors struck rich up in the Yukon and some of them ended up settling in Alaska and Canada afterwards, it fits."

Dean stared at his brother wondering where he came up with this stuff. "What have you got on who lived here before?"

"Not much but going through some of this stuff…"

"What?"

"They don't seem to have much luck with women."

"Geeks?"

"No Dean, all the women who lived in this house have died."

"What?!" Dylan stood up and stared at him.

Sam glanced up. "Still think hunting's fun?"

"So something's keeping them here?"

Sam shrugged. "No, a lot died of natural causes, one in the sixties fell down the stairs, another was a suicide and one in…in childbirth, little girls too." He said quietly.

"Take it easy Sam." Dean told him.

"Looks like someone has a beef with the chikita's." Johnny joined in grabbing up some folders.

"Jericho Van Kircher." Cole shouted out. "Built this place in 1899 after hitting it big in gold, nice one Unc."

"Was he married?" Sam asked.

"Doesn't say…what it does say is he set up the first brewery in town."

Bobby sat up. "He would have had his own blend which means he probably had his own set up here; somewhere he could distil alcohol."

Dean got up. "That's all I need, we're hitting the cellar she has to be down there."

"Wait 'til we have more." Sam told him.

"No, we might not be able to salt him tonight but I can go get Rita. Ok, I'm takin' Cole with me the rest of you stay here."

"No, he's my wing man, you have to take us both." Hope stood up.

"I'm not bein' sexist honey but he wants women and you're already hurt so sit your ass down and don't argue."

"He's right." Bobby said to her.

"Not one of you leaves this room alone, got it?" Dean grabbed his shotgun and opened the door before glancing back. "Alcohol and a damsel in distress: that's why I love my freakin' job!"

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Rita had grown up in one rough neighbourhood amongst some of the worst criminals anyone could imagine, she'd taken some knocks with Bonnie's own father providing the majority but this was new.

As the vile apparition walked through the bars towards her she tried not to cower in fear and instead faced him although the metal around her wrists shook noisily. He stared at her in angry lust, it was a look she recognized and in the old neighbourhood the women knew it as the 'Saturday Night Special', the men would come home full of liquor and out of pocket looking for someone to screw and beat in no particular order.

The 'man' groaned at her and stopped just an inch from her face. She still couldn't believe her eyes but knew that somewhere above her was a houseful of people who believed in this crap so she went with it.

She turned her face to one side as he licked it and she felt a tingle against her cheek as slime dripped down onto her neck. "Oh my God!" She had always thought ghosts weren't able to touch things and even if they were why couldn't this one at least look like Patrick Swayze?

"Bitch…" He muttered as the hair rose on her arms and she closed her eyes.

She suddenly felt a hand on her neck and tensed even more as it moved slowly downwards, she had a good body for her age but she almost wished she had let herself go now. The ghostly hand moved to her right breast and she felt her skin crawl as it paused.

She heard a dismayed grunt and opened one screwed up eye watching as the ghost stared at her.

Rita suddenly felt really pissed off. "What? You never saw silicone before? I paid ten large for those babies!"

He suddenly got angry and slapped her. "Whore!" He roared, the noise echoing even in the small confines of the chamber.

Rita licked the blood from the side of her mouth and looked back at him seeing Bonnie's Dad in his eyes. "Can't you men ever get over it? If she didn't want you it's probably 'cos you were a no good piece of shit, why take it out on me?"

A hand suddenly disappeared into her abdomen and she gasped as she felt her insides being torn apart.

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Dean and Cole were in the cellar looking around with their flashlights having gotten themselves quickly dressed and kitted out.

"There's gotta be a room or something here." Cole said as he moved tools and boxes aside.

"Ya know son, now we're away from the others I'll give you another piece of advice…don't ever have a mother-in-law, and if you do, at least make sure she's sane."

"You don't mean that."

"Really? Since when did she do you any favors?"

Cole chuckled. "You just don't get on 'cos she's opinionated like you and overprotective of her only child. You put Luc through so much crap it's unreal."

"Yeah, for like a coupla months maybe."

"Is it her fault she thought I was the result of some mad humping in a back alley?"

"No, but…"

"Cut her some slack Dad…wait, I think I have something." Cole kicked at the dirt floor with his boot and uncovered a handle. He looked up at Dean. "Bingo."

Dean knelt down and heaved at the rusted latch. "Jesus." His face went red and he groaned but it gave finally and Cole helped him lift it revealing a shallow staircase.

"Age before beauty." Cole winked by torchlight and Dean rolled his eyes.

Grabbing his gun and resting it on his left wrist as he held the flashlight in front of him Dean descended the steps and smelled two things instantly, fermenting alcohol and decaying flesh.

Cole covered his nose and groaned. "Gross."

"You get used to it." Dean ducked down and walked along the small tunnel. "Was this guy a midget? Jeez."

"A hundred and twenty years ago people were a lot shorter." Cole whispered.

Dean almost paused feeling like Sam was watching his back rather than Cole but shook it off and moved on holding up a hand suddenly as he heard a noise. It was Rita's unmistakeable accent and Dean imagined it tearing through the spirits immortal soul like nails on a blackboard.

"Get your freakin' hand out of me!"

Dean ran forwards hunching low hearing Cole follow and found the cell to his left. He put the barrel of the shotgun through the bars and blew the ghost away. Rita collapsed in on herself and hung from the handcuffs in her nightie. Dean let off a shot at the gate and it swung free. "Cut her loose but watch your back." Dean said to his son as he ventured deeper into the tunnel.

"Dad wait!"

"I'm ok, get her outta here." Dean moved forwards as the smell of alcohol beckoned him like a willing bride.

When he finally reached the end of the tunnel he stared in shock and the shotgun fell to his side as his mouth gaped open.

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"Where's Dean?!" Sam asked when Cole and Rita came back alone.

Johnny helped Rita sit down and handed her some whiskey which she gulped down. "I just saw a freakin' ghost!"

"Where's Dean?" Sam asked again.

"He's still down there, he told me to get her out."

"Cole?" Sam gave him a look and once more hated the fact he was unable to look out for his gung-ho brother.

"I'll go get him." Cole went to leave and bumped into Dean on his way back in and Sam's heart restarted.

Dean stared at them all his face pale.

"What is it?" Bobby asked. "What did you find?"

Dean sat down on the edge of the bed and took a second.

Bonnie put a hand on his shoulder. "Honey, are you ok?"

"Dean?" Sam snapped.

"Treasure." Dean whispered.

Dylan stood up wide eyed. "Like in the Goonies?"

Dean looked at him over his shoulder. "Yeah, there's some gold down there." He shrugged.

"Gold?" Johnny asked. "What else?"

"Whiskey…the good stuff." Dean smiled. "Enough freakin' whiskey to get Dylan's grandkids wasted!"

"You're kiddin'?" Bobby sighed.

Sam rolled his eyes and sat back. "My liver's hurting for you Dean but will you stop having an orgasm for a minute and tell us what else is down there?"

"Torture chambers." He said almost as an afterthought.

"You're unbelievable." Sam huffed. "Ok, salt the doors. No one leaves this room 'til morning."

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As I said, this is ongoing and it's gonna be good. All the gals are targets and I'm going to bring in more elements from episodes so that you can relate to it. I love the haunted house thing and it's been great to write

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