CHAPTER 1
PRIVATE PROPERTY
The rain splashed loudly against the semi-opened window. Siting comfortably along the winodw's the ledge inside the dry hotel room, sat a man, staring at the muddy landscape, entirely absorbed by his thoughts.
«Dean, you're making it raining inside».
The voice of his brother, who was looking at him half-amused and half-annoyed, took quickly him back to reality: jumping up from his position, Dean Winchester closed the window and then flopped onto one of the two beds in the room after grabbing some poteto chips from the bedside table.
That damn rain was making him crazy.
It had been three days they had stayed inside that hotel, on a remote road near the remoter small town of Ashland, with nothing to do but twiddle his thumbs and hitting on the maid.
Or, at last, as far as he was concerned.
Sam, indeed, seemed to always be quite busy. He was spending all day on his computer, or thumbing through the pages of his father's diary. Idleness bothered him more than it did with Dean: even if the world was swarming with crimes and murders of any kind, finding something that could interest them wasn't easy. Not at all.
How many newspapers imply that there is an intervention of supernatural forces in normal everyday crimes? None. No, for picking out those types of cases it took time and patience, as well as a very careful eye. All things that Dean seemed to lack.
Dean though nostalgically of his father. He was really a great hunter. He would recognize the situation, choose how to proceed, and after a few days, the situation would have been dealt with, and he would be ready to start over again. He always knew what to do. He would never had been three days right in the middle of nothing.
Sam, anyway, was a valuable substitute. He was really excellent in doing all the terrible work of research. The simple thought of having to do it himself scared the brother.
«Did you find anything?» said Dean with the mouth half full of chips. It was his daily refrain, or more often the question that he asked every ten minutes despite Sam's continuous intimidation for Dean to shut up, and let him work in peace, at least.
But this time his answer was different.
«I think so» he said, turning the laptop's screen toward Dean. Dean immediately got up from the bed and sat down beside Sam, listening. «Look at that article: "An abandoned house scares Ironwood's residents". After the death of its previous owners, three people claiming to the property went missing... the building seems inacessible... in the whole town people are talking about ghosts...' what do you think?» Sam asked, raising his head toward the brother.
«I think that finally we've find a good job» commented Dean with a little smile while gulping down an handful of chips. «Ironwood... it isn't far from here, is it?»
Sam shook his head. «Just a couple of hours away» he said before putting away his laptop. He let out a soft sigh as he stood to look out the window. Outside, rain didn't want to give them reprieve and drumed loader than ever on the pavementin a a drench taht seemes infinite.
«Let's go» he said after a second and then followed Dean outside, ready to leave for the umpteenth time.