A/N: Wow I think I might be moving a little too fast, 4 chapters in just 2 days. Thank you for the reviews, they were very nice. I must say that writing for Supernatural is a lot better than writing for Charlie Bone and Harry Potter. Well here's Chapter 4.
Chapter four: Get ready
A Kate flashback
"Dean, this isn't funny!" Seventeen year old Kate yelled into the night.
"Kate, who are you yelling at?" John Winchester asked. Kate turned to face her father. He looked tired and his face was bruised along his jaw line. When did he get back?
"Dad, you're home, when did you get back?" She asked. There was panic in her voice and John must have heard it.
"An hour ago, I could ask you the same question. I came home and no one was here, where were you guys?" John asked. Kate sighed. She pursed her lips together. John raised his eye brows waiting for an answer.
"Dean got in some trouble at school, I had to go and speak with his teachers. When I came home I sort of yelled at him and he got mad and ran out the door," Kate whispered. John looked down at her.
"Where's Sam?"
"At a friend's house, I dropped him off so he wouldn't have to deal with Dean and me fighting." Kate replied.
"When did Dean leave?" John asked. Kate sighed.
"An hour ago."
"He ran off an hour ago and you didn't call the police?" John yelled. Kate felt tears grow in her eyes. She held her breath so she wouldn't begin sobbing.
"I just figured he'd come back after he cooled off." She wined. John shook his head.
"Here are the keys to the Impala: find him and bring him home!" he yelled as he dropped the keys in Kate's hands. Kate nodded and ran out of the house sobbing.
Kate drove through the night searching for her brother. She drove by the parks and past the school but there was no sign of him. She even had checked out some of his friends houses.
Kate couldn't control herself any longer. She parked in an empty parking lot and began sobbing. When she raised her head she realized she was parked out side an old grave yard. Through the fog she could see a figure coming towards her.
There were no streetlights and the fog made the figure look sinister. Kate turned on the car and put it in to reverse trying to back out. Suddenly the figure came running towards the impala. Kate screamed and stomped on the gas. As she looked in the rear view mirror she realized the figure was Dean. She stopped and pulled over.
Dean finally reached the car and got into the passengers seat. He stared at Kate with a cocky grin on his face.
"Did I scare you, sis?" he asked. Kate extended a hand and slapped Dean across the face.
"First you run off and then you appear out of the fog, who do you think you are?" She spat. Dean raised his eye brows.
"Dean Winchester, and yourself?" he asked. Kate pursed her lips so she wouldn't laugh at her brother's smart remark and drove back home.
end of flash back
"Okay, get ready." Sean said. Dean and Sam grinned at each other.
"We're always ready," Sam said. Nathan eyed his son giving him the sign to continue.
"In 1812 a rich English man moved here. He built a huge estate way on the other side of town. He had a son and a wife. People thought it was weird that the wife never went into town and never went to Sunday mass. No one had really ever seen her." Sean said.
"And?" Dean asked. Sean took another deep breath.
"So the towns' people started paying off the family's servants to spy on them. It turns out there was no wife, just a father and a son. And they were Satanists, they worshiped the devil. They would dig up corpses in the cemetery and bring them back to the estate, and then they would have sex with the corpses. Afterwards they would burry the corpse with an ancient evil sigil on it, sigil as in a ruin or symbol. This was a ritual to send the corpses soul to hell."
"And then what?" Sam asked. Nathan sighed.
"The town's people formed a mob and went in and murdered the father and son. It's said that they now haunt the estate and rape any female that enters; after they rape them they slowly torture them. Except no bodies were found, only some jewelry and strands of hair. But recently I saw a couple of teenagers go in there, two boys and two girls. The boys ran out screaming and the girls were never found." Nathan said.
"You two boys tell a good bed time story," Dean said. Nathan looked at Dean.
"You don't believe me?" He asked. Dean snorted.
"I didn't say that, its just Satan worshipers and having sex with corpses is a little original."
"I've been a hunter a lot longer then you have, Dean Winchester. If there's one thing I know it's the supernatural and there is defiantly something supernatural about that estate." Nathan yelled.
"Dean, I think we should check it out." Sam said. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Sammy, this is just an excuse for us to stay longer. There's nothing here for us, no hunt, no life, and no family. Kate stopped caring along time ago, maybe you should too." Dean snapped.
"If there's something evil here we should check it out," Sam said. Before Dean could push the argument any farther a young girl about seven years old walked in.
"Hi," She said quietly. Sean rolled his eyes.
"I told you to stay in the living room and watch TV, this is guy stuff." Sean said.
"Daddy, why is there a pirate in our kitchen?" the girl asked. Dean no longer able to control himself began to laugh hysterically while Sam let his face fall into his hands.
"Beth, these are your uncles, Dean and Sam." Nathan said. Beth starred at Sam.
"My uncle looks like a pirate," she whispered to Sean.
"Well, are you going on the hunt or not?" Nathan asked. Sam raised his head from his hands.
"Yeah," he said. Dean sighed.
"Tomorrow night," Dean said. Nathan and Sean beamed at them.
"You won't regret, boys." Nathan said.
A/N: Okay I know the ghost story really sucked, but it will get better. Does it seem like Kate's always gets blamed for everything? I'm curious about your views on the way I portray the characters. I know I could do better on Sam and Dean I'm working on that. Well R&R. thankies.