Author's Note: Things start to pick up now …(finally, you all moan).
Disclaimer: (I hate this part) I only own Eva.
"What happened?" frowned Dean, joining Eva in the front room.
"Hmmm, well I'm guessing something turned the lights off, because that's generally what happens when it goes dark all of a sudden. But maybe we could use a second opinion….Sam what do you think?"
"I'm with Eva on this one," Sam grinned.
Dean growled at Sam, only making Eva smirk further.
"Do you think its that Bob-", but before Sam could finish his sentence a baseball bat appeared out of nowhere. Eva had just enough time to drag both boys down to the floor before it whistled past the space where there heads had been.
"I don't get, I salted and burned his bones. How is he still here?" No one had chance to answer her question as the bat appeared above Eva's head, Dean shoved her sideways, knocking her onto the floor. The bat swung down in an arch, denting the floorboard when it made contact. All three made a run for the front door, quickly finding that they weren't going anywhere.
"Backdoor, now!"
The door to the kitchen slammed shut.
"Great work Dean, maybe next time I'll get you a megaphone, see if you can shout our next plan even louder!" Eva frowned.
"Er…guys."
There eyes now fully adjusted to the darkness they watched as Bobby Wilton's ghost fully appeared, he retrieved something from his pocket and grinned. He threw his baseballl up in the air and swung to hit it.
"Oh Fuck," Eva breathed.
All three ducked as a baseball sped towards them, the ball slammed into the door then vanished. Sam reached for his rock salt filled rifle, just as he took his eyes away from the ghost for a second it reappeared next to him.
"Sam!" Dean yelled.
Sam looked up just in time to see the baseball bat swing towards his head. Dean heard the sickening thud as it connected. He shot at the ghost several times with his rifle, before sprinting across the room and falling to his knees at Sammy's side.
"Sam… Sam, come on dude talk to me."
Eva watched the way Dean held Sam's head in his hands, she watched the moment between them and suddenly her view changed on Dean. He wasn't such a self loving prick after all. She was yanked form her thoughts when she saw the ghost reappear behind Dean, doing the only thing she knew how she tore across the room, using the couch to leap from and tackled Dean to the ground. Unfortunately, she hadn't anticipated the part where she got hit with the bat instead. She rolled off Dean cradling her now very painful ribs.
"Thanks." Dean mumbled.
"Don't mention it," she wheezed.
He watched her as she rubbed at her ribs and closed her eyes for a second, only he saw the bat appear above her face. It arched up like before, but this time Dean grabbed Eva and slid her across the floor towards him, for a moment they locked eyes, before the slam of the bat against the floor bought both of them out of their trance. They clambered to their feet, backs to each other and trying to keep a lookout for the ghost. The glass coffee table shattered under an invisible force, catching them both of guard. Dean grunted as the bat connected with the backs of his knees, making them give way. He then crouched forwards as it slammed into his stomach. Eva ran for Sam's gun, sliding along the floor on her knees, turning and grabbing it at the last moment. But she was too late, she watched at Dean's head swung back from an invisible impact and he slumped to the floor.
"Oh that's just great."
She made a run for the stairs, taking them 2 at a time. Her only option was to try a window and run. Bobby's ghost met her on the landing with a smirk on his face, she switched direction only to be met with another bat to the ribs. She doubled over in pain, he continued to beat her around her body, eventually ending her torture by smacking her across the back of the head, sending her crashing to the floor.