Chapter Two: Strangers Meet
Dean had scoped out the building to make sure that no one was inside before he went to the back door and picking the lock before he entered the house. The place looked like it hadn't been lived in by any decent people in years, as for squatters and partying teenagers? Well, there was evidence of them taking advantage of the deserted property everywhere. There were beer bottles lying around, some were empty and lying on their sides and others had some sort of liquid that Dean didn't even want to guess what it was.
Pulling out his E.M.F. detector, Dean started looking for electric spikes around the two story home, paying particularly close attention to the kitchen area where the children had been found. The thing didn't go off once as he made his rounds through the house. He shoved the small device back into his pocket as he started opening up cupboards and looking through closets, making him regret that decision because he found buckets of something foul smelling in the last closet. He quickly closed the door and made a face of disgust as he pulled out his phone and hit the speed-dial button for Sammy who picked up after a few rings.
"Yeah?" the younger Winchester said.
"Hey. It's me. There's nothing here except bottles and buckets full of stuff I'll leave to the imagination." Dean walked around the room moving his available arm to motion around the empty room to Sam, even though his little brother couldn't see it. "Unless you want to count as being completely grossed out, I've got zip."
"Well, I think I might have something," Sam said as he scrolled though one of the websites he was on. "Have you ever heard of a Kropeman?"
"Uh, yeah. I think I remember Dad going after one when we were kids."
"Do you remember how to kill it?"
"No. I don't. Is that what we're up against here?"
"That's definitely what it looks like," the youngest Winchester said. "The lore says that they break into a naughty little kid's house and drowns them in either the toilet or in a sink."
"Well that's just a peachy way to go," Dean said as he made a mental note not to go into the home's bathroom again, not that he had really wanted to investigate it that thoroughly considering the rest of the house's décor and the scent that was going to be forever stuck in his nostrils. "And you're sure you can't figure out how to kill it?"
"Well, Dad may have written something down about it, but we forgot his journal in the car, remember?"
Dean cursed silently as he headed towards the door. "Alright. I'm coming back to the hotel. We'll look up some more stuff and then we'll try calling Bobby to see if he knows anything else that might help us." He hung up the phone and started out of the room only to bump into a man with a bow tie around his neck and funny looking hair.
"Hello," the man said cheerily with a huge smile plastered on his face. "I'm the Doctor and you are?"
The house had been easy enough to find. It was the only one that had its windows all boarded up and, from the exterior, it looked like it could collapse any day now. Amy sized up the property pretty quickly before turning to the Doctor and shaking her head. "There is no way we're going in that," she said, crossing her arms. "It's way too dangerous and could fall down at any moment."
The Doctor glanced over at Amy and then back at the house. He fixed his bow tie and started for the house's front door. "You and Rory can stay out here if you'd like, but danger is my middle name," he told her as he pulled out his sonic screwdriver and started to unlock the door. The red head groaned as she grabbed her husband's hand and dragged him up on the rickety, old porch. "Come on," she grumbled. "Better make sure he stays out of trouble."
The door flew open with ease and the trio crossed the creaky threshold. Rory pinched his nose and made a face of disgust. "Agh. What is that smell?" he asked looking around at the dingy room, that's when he noticed the urine filled bottles lying in a corner. "Oh. That's just great."
Amy nudged his shoulder teasingly. "Oh come on," she said. "You've gotta smell this sort of stuff all the time at work." She herself wasn't too fond of it either and had put her wrist up to her nose so she could sniff her perfume instead of taking a whiff of the disgusting aroma.
"Yeah, but it hasn't been left to sit in a hot, old house for who knows how long."
The Doctor went on ahead of the couple as the continued to talk and bicker over the smell of the place. He started scanning the entirety of the house with his screwdriver and slowly making his way up to the second floor. At the top of the steps he froze. He could hear a voice coming from the very end of the hall in what he guessed was supposed to be the last bedroom on the right. He glanced back down the steps, looking to see if Amy and Rory were coming but it appeared that they were still caught up in their conversation or had decided to wait for him outside. He slowly tiptoed down the hallway as quietly as he could and pressed his ear up against the wood of the door. The person on the other side must have been on the phone with someone else and he was only catching every other bit of the conversation, although he could've have sworn that they were talking about hunting something down and killing it. That caused the Doctor to frown, but he didn't keep it on his face for long. He could hear the other heading towards the door.
The Doctor stood up straight and fixed his bow tie one more, his goofy grin returning to his face as the door swung open and the man who had been on the phone looked up at him in surprise. "Hello," the Doctor said brightly. "I'm the Doctor and you are?"