Hope you guys are still enjoying. Here's a chapter dedicated to what our lovely Winchester's do best, apart form making girls fall in love with them! I hope this idea hasn't been done before.
Keep the reveiws comming!!!!
Chapter Nine,
John pulled the car up at the old mansion house and told Sam he was to go with the owners to the gate keeper's cottage at the bottom of the long drive and unpack their bags and to keep them there untill he and Dean got back.
The trio walked up to the large oak front door and rang the bell.
It was an old bell, just like they had in the Adam's Family, but it didn't make the screaming sound like the one in the t.v programme.
" opened the heavy door and looked nervously at the odd trio on his step. He had heard that the Winchester's would be the ones he needed to sort out his problem.
You see, Daniel Garison had inherited this large and ancient mansion house from his father well over twenty years ago, but he had been living with his wife and children in Florida, but had recently decided to move back to Dakota as his children had now moved away and had families of their own. Martha had been reluctant, saying that his father had felt something strange residing in the house with them, but Daniel had told her not to be so silly and persuaded MArthat that the move would be good for them. As they were reaching retirement, Dakota had plenty for them, local ammenities and easy work to do on the house and the vast acres of gardens that came with the property.
A few weeks in and the noises had begun to get louder, things moving to new destinations where neither Martha or Daniel had put them, handprints appearing in misted mirrors and windows. Two and a half months in, the mischeif had ascelated to violence and what ever entity was in the house, it wanted them out.
Researching the history of the house, Sam had discovered it used to be a farm, and the mansion was the home to the owner who imprisoned slaves to work his lands and was harsh and cruel to them. History had lead the trio to the knowledge that the farm owner had been slain in his bed one night as his wife who had fallen in love with one of the slaves could not bear to see him hurt these unfortunate people any longer. She had slit his throat with a sharp farming tool used to skin animals.
The farmer had one son, who found his father and laerted the authorities. Police not being as on the ball as they could have been back then, thought it was a random attack from a local rival farmer and the widow was then given the power of her husband to over see the runnings of the land until her son came of age to take over.
The son turned twenty one and took a wife and she was carrying his child when he came across his mother who was dying, confessing to priest on her death bed as to what she had done to her husband all those years ago. She was telling the priest how afraid she was that her soul would be condemmed to hell and she would never be at peace.
The son hearing this became so consumed with anger that he had a hear attack and died. His widow birthed a son and as soon as he had turned twenty one and took over the farm and mansion, she died in mourning, as all her time had been dedicated to freeing the slaves and houseing the ones who wanted to stay and working in the land her self, that when her son came to take over from her, she finally had time to mourn.
John seemed to think that the ghost haunting the mansion house was the that of the son who over heard his mother's confession. It seemed like unfinished business as he didn't have the chance to spread word of his fathers murder. then again, Sam argued that it could be the ghost of the mother, trapped by her guilt from killing her husband and causing the death of her son.
Dean decided to put in his theory of the ghost being the husband. Staying in the house because he felt he had to oversee the running of the place.
But when they all looked in to the more recent history, there had never been any mention of the haunting.
"Mr. Garison, I'm John Winchester, these are my boys, Sam and Dean. May we come it?" John spoke gently to the older man who seemed shaken and pale.
nodded and walking to the library with the three following closely behind him.
As they reached the vast room at the southern wing of the large house, shut the door.
"You'll have to forgive the silence of our home. My wife is at the gate keeper's lodginng preparing for your stay. We have been slighty sceptic about the theories of hauntings and ghosts. We have also been preoccupied with our youngest son." The older man began, he looked older than his sixty five years, pale and withdrawn. He had deep grey shadows under his eyes.
"Your youngest son?" Sam began. "We thought you inly had one?"
"We have three. All my fore fathers only had one sone, I have three. My youngest, Andrew has been missing for sometime."
"How long?" Sam pushed, earning himslef a look from Dean and John which warned him he was treading on shaken grounds.
"We moved here three months ago, and four and a half months ago was the last we heard from him. He travelled a lot, never one to settle down any where for too long. A free spirit my daughter in law's called him. Last we heard he was back packing through Dubai. He never lost tough for long before now. The authorities out there wont take us seriously. Say they have many cases of missing people every week."
"I'm sorry to hear that." John started. "If you would like to show Sam to the cottage, we can begin to our work."
looked over to Sam and nodded.
"This way my boy, there's sandwiches and soda down there and some videos Martha found for your stay." He could see Sam wanted to be else where, and picked up that he needed comfort and stability. When he and John had spoken on the phone, he had offered them the place for free if they could sort out the ghost problem. They could have it as long as thye wanted if they could do a few odd jobs too, such as mow the lawns and clean the guttering. Sounded like a great opportunity for Sam to stay in school for longer than a few months.
Sam followed the old man out the room and out the house. It was a short walk down the gravel drive way they had just come down. The land was vast and beautiful and full of green grass, hedges and flower beds and rockeries. He was going to like it here.
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John and Dean had gone through every room of the house waiting for the enitity to creep up on them and make a move. So far, there was nothing. And after four hours, they were getting cold, tired and hungry.
"Dad, you think this place really is haunted, or just an old man and his wife getting bored with early retirement?" Dean asked as he met his father on the fourth floor landing.
"I'm not sure, he did look pretty freaked earlier, and tired. I think there is something going on but I think it's attatched to the Garison's and not the house." John replied.
"If it's attatched to the Garison's then-" Dean started, just as the elderly couple and Sam burst through the front door scared out of their minds.
"DAD! DEAN!" Sam shouted, scared, while the Garison's made a run for it to the library where the Winchester's had been hours before.
John and Dean came running down the three flights of stairs as fast as their legs would let them with out toppling over.
"Sam, what is it?" John reached his youngest son and placed his hands on his shoulders. "Are you ok?"
"The ghost, it came to the house, it started shouting and wailing and moving furniture." Sam was shaking.
A scream came from the study.
"Dean, go to the Garison's, help them." John orderd, and Dean ran off to the direction the scream had come from.
"Sammy, what did it say?"
"It was crying, it was a guy crying. He kept saying over and voer again, "find me". Dad, they're pretty freaked out."
"Was it angry?"
"What? Yeah dad it was angry, that's what keeps ghosts here!"
John started to run to where the others were, and Sam followed close to him.
When they made it to the library, they entered the circle Dean had cast out of salt.
The eery figure of a tall young man in his mid early thirties came in to the room. He was wearing torn knee length bermuda shorts and a white t-shirt that was torn and covered in blood. He had a large gash down the left side f=of his face and his left eye was missing.
"Find me!" He shouted, books flew off the shelves and Martha started to cry in her husbands arms.
"Andrew?" muttered.
"Find me! Find me now!" The figure shouted and then dissapeard.
"You know him?" Dean asked the older man.
"Thats our son." Martha cried. "That's our Andrew!"
"Didn't you say he went missing just as you guys moved here?" John asked them.
nodded, unable to say anything while his wife cried in shock and pain from her greif. Seeing a ghost was not something one tended to do every day, and seeing the ghost of some one you love and didn't know was dead, was something you were less likely to do just after eating a pleasn't supper of cheese sandwiches.
"Wait," Sam began,"He's asking you to find him. He isn't haunting the house, but haunting you. Maybe he knows he's dead but he can't be at peace because his body's missing." Sam looked at Dean to back him up while his father looked scepital.
"Yeah, maybe Sam's right. Andrew died a violent death and doesn't know how to be anything else but violent now." Dean looked at his father.
John looked at the Garison's.
"we still need to exocrise him. Other wise he'll tear the house down and destroy us along the way. Stay in the circle." He ordered his youngest son and the elerdly couple, who were now both crying in eachothers arms.
John stepped out and got the tools he needed for the job out his bag which was on the otherside of the room. Dean follwed him.
The both began the incantation to send Andrew to where ever it was that exorcised ghosts went and the house shook, lights flickered and the tempreture dropped to below zero.
Sam stood closer to the Garison's, they were afraid.
"Don't look, and hold on to eachother." He told them, hoping they wouldn't have to see what would happen next. grabbed hold of Sam and placed hi in between her and her husband to keep him safe.
It was sol cold now, and an icey wind was blowing, nearly knocking the all over, books were tearin apart, the large havy oak desk skidded across the room.
John and Dean were now shouting the incantation, it was noisy in the room even though they were only ones saying anything. The wind was getting louder and Andrew stood before them. He looked like he was in pain.
"They're comming to see you." He said, looking at his parents who were huddling with Sam. And with that, a large ball of light exploded in the room where the ghost was stadning and they all felt warmth. The light was so bright it was blinding. Even with the darkest pair of sunglasses you wouldn't have been able to keep your eyes open.
The nothing.
It was normal temperature, the lights had stopped flickering and it was quiet. John looked around the room. It was on hell of a mess and would need a huge clean up, but other than it, it was normal again.
Martha and Daniel let go of Sam and eachother and looked around.
BING BONGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!
The door bell echoed through out the whole house making every one jump.
John went over to the front door and answered it. Muffled voices travelled down the hall.
John walked in the the room and over the greiving parents in the salt circle.
"It's the police. They have news for you about your son. They're in the living room."
Daniel and Martha looked at eachother and left the room.
"Boys, lets get to work." John said and walked over to the desk. Sam and Dean helped him move it back to its original place, along with the chair. they weren't sure where which order the books were going to go in, so Sam placed them in alphabetical order in piles on the floor while Dean and Johnpicked up loose papers and placed them on the desk.
The worked in silence for an hour, restoring order to the grand room, Daniel came in looking greif stricken and tired.
"They found Andrew's body in an old warehouse in Dubai. He had been mugged and killed just as we were moving in." Daniel raised his hand to his face and tried not to cry.
"Thank you so much for your help. Martha and I are so gratefull to you." He looked at Sam and then at John. "You have a very smart young boy there. And you're all still welcome to stay."
"Thank you." Said John. "Is there anything else we can do?"
"No. Just make sure you get some sleep." Daniel laft the room and the three Winchester's looked at eachother. They gathered there things and made their way out the mansion and to the small cottage that was going to be their home for the forseeable future.
"So Andrew attatched himself to his parents because he wanted them to find his body?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, seems that way Sammy." John replied.
"Do you think that he would have just dissapeard when the cops told his parents?" Dean added to the conversation.
"Who knows. He probably would have stayed around, but he wouldn't have been at peace, and his poor folks would have had to get us in to sort it eventually." John looked at his two boys.
"Sam, you really think you'll be happy here?"He asked his youngest son.
"Yeah, I do."
"Even if Darcy and you don't work things out?" He continued. Dean stayed silent. Darcy? He had forgotten all about her. She mustn't live too far away from here. And if Darcy was close, that would mean Vicky was close too.
"Yeah dad, we can still be friends. I made friends with some other people when we stayed here during the summer. I think it'll be work out." Sam was hopeful Darcy and him would be together finally, but if they didn't, there wasn't much Sam would be able to do about that. Carrying on as normal in the same school would be hard, but time could heal, or so he had heard.
They reached their new home and walked in through the front door. The place was a mess. The sofa was upside down, the dining table and chairs were scatteres all over the place and cuhions had burst making the place look like it had been a victim of a snow storm.
John sighed.
"We'll tidy tomorrow. Lets hit the hay."