Sam and I were in the backseat of the Impala sleeping together. He was lying on his back and I was curled up on top of him. My head was on his chest with my left arm draping down and my other up by his head. My chest was on his stomach and the rest of me between his legs. It may not have been the most comfortable way to sleep but it was all we had for the moment. Sam woke up and shook me. I got up so that he could sit up. Dean was in the front sit studying some papers which made me groan.
"What's that?" I asked pointing at the papers Dean had in his lap. "Yeah man what are you doing?" Sam asked. Dean looked up at us like we were dumb. "What's it look like I'm doing guys?" he answered our question with a question. Really couldn't have just told us what you were doing Dean; I gave him a look conveying my thoughts. "It looks like you're looking for a job." Sam answered. "Yahtzee," Dean replied. "Dude we just finished a hunt like two hours ago." I supplied. "Adrenaline's still pumping, I guess. So, what do you think...Cedar Rapids, Tulsa, or Chi-Town?" Dean asked.
I enjoyed saving people don't get me wrong but I also needed this wonderful thing called sleep. "I am all for working. I really am. But you got us chasing cases nonstop for like a month now. We need sleep." Sam told him. I nodded my agreement. Of course Dean ignored us both. "Yeah, we can sleep when we're dead." Dean said. "Without sleep I'm gonna die." I groaned. Sam looked over at me and smiled knowing I was just as exhausted as him. "You're exhausted, Dean." Sam said. And it was true we were all exhausted and needed to take a break, but Dean wasn't having it. "I'm good," Dean replied. I could feel his aggravation at us for wanting to take a break from hunting if only to sleep.
"No, you're not. You're running on fumes, and you can't run forever." Sam said. Truth was that was exactly what he was doing. We all needed a break, but Dean was afraid to take a break. I laid my head on Sam's shoulder wanting to rest my eyes for a bit longer. "And what am I running from?" Dean asked. I let out a sigh knowing he was lying to himself about running. "From what you told us. Or are we pretending that never happened?" Sam asked. Dean was doing his best to run from what he had told us and the memories of it all; can't have nightmares if you don't sleep. Dean ignored the question and instead told us, "Stratton, Nebraska. Farm town. A man gets hacked to death in a locked room inside a locked house. No signs of forced entry."
Well that sounds like a ghost to me so hopefully it would be a quick and easy case. "Sounds like a ghost." Sam said. Dean nodded and said, "Yeah it does." Well I guess that means we are going to Nebraska no matter how much Sam and I wanted to rest. Sam sighed and flopped back in the seat. Sam gave me a kiss before he leaned against the door and I leaned against him. We might as well try and get some more rest on the way there because it didn't seem like we would get any, anytime soon. I wish Dean would just admit to himself why he is burying us in cases; a break would definitely be nice.
As Dean pulls onto the road heading toward the house where the death occurred I notice a sign that says sold. Great just what we need another family to show up before we kill the ghost. I point the sign out to Sam who lets out a sigh. "Let's hope whoever bought won't be here for a few days." I say. He nods his agreement, because the last thing we want is more people to die. Dean finally parks in front of the house and shuts the Impala off. Sam and I get out and head to the trunk to grab the E.M.F detector to make sure it is a ghost. We walk in side and look around. "Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is gonna sell like hotcakes." Dean said. I looked over at Sam confused did Dean not see the sign or hear what I said in the car? Sam shrugs his shoulders figuring Dean just hadn't heard us.
We walk toward the kitchen and start opening the cabinets checking the place out. "Hey, check this out," Dean says after noticing a empty piece of wall. He knocks on it and you can tell it's hollow by the sound. "It's probably a dumbwaiter. All these old houses had them," Sam informs Dean. Which is an interesting piece of information I guess, but I don't see what it has to do with the case. "Know-it-all," Dean says under his breath. Sam still heard him, but not well enough. "What?" Sam asks causing Dean to ask the same question. "You said..." Sam starts before Dean interrupts asking, "What?" Sam shakes his head and says, "Never mind." When the boys act like that I shake my head and laugh because it's the only thing I can do.
I walk into a bedroom with Sam and Dean following me. It's a nice room with no clues to what we are dealing with. "Well, no bloodstains, fresh coat of paint, it's a bunch of bubkes." Dean says. I look at him and reply, "Thanks for pointing out the obvious." He sticks his tongue out at me in response. "Sam your brother's being mean to me." I whine. Sam looks at Dean giving him a playful mean look and says, "Dean be nice to my girlfriend or I'll kick your ass." I smile loving the fact he called me his girlfriend. We had only been together a month but hearing him label what we are made my heart leap with joy. I then stuck my tongue out at Dean who laughed. After that Sam looked at the E.M.F and said, "Needle's all over the place." Dean nodded and pointed at the power lines which were pretty close causing it to act haywire. "Great." Sam says putting the E.M.F detector in his pocket.
We then open a closet door and see a doll head. I let out a squeal hating dolls; they gave me the creeps for some reason. Sam grabs my hand knowing I'm creeped out. "Well, that's super-disturbing," Dean says. "Yes super creepy now close the door so I can pretend it isn't there." I tell Dean. He listens and closes the door before turning to Sam who asks, "Think it got left behind?" That's a little far fetched since the person who lived here before was a man, but people are into some weird stuff these days. "By who? Unless Bill Gibson likes to play with doll heads." Dean replies. I shrug my shoulders in a 'ya never know' kind of way. We then hear a truck and moving van pull up. "Shit well there goes my hopes." I say. Sam looks at me and replies, "Yeah I know when we saw the sign I thought it would be a few days." Dean looks at us confused. "I thought you said the place was still for sale?" he asks. Sam looks at him and shakes his head before answering; "I thought it was still we got here and Cassidy pointed out the sold sign. Thought you heard us mention it in the car." Dean gives us an incredulous look before throwing his hands up and saying, "Clearly not Sammy or I wouldn't be asking." I stifled a laugh finding it funny when Dean got like this.
Sam, Dean, and I walk down the stairs from the front door to stand in front of the people who just arrived. "Hi are you the new owner?" Sam asks. The man gives us a funny look before answering, "Yeah and you guys are?" Dean smiles and replies quickly with, "This is Mr. Stanwyk, I'm Mr. Babar, and this is . County code enforcement." After years on the job he was good at coming up with answers off the top of his head. It came in real handy when someone showed up out of nowhere like these people. "We had the building inspected last week. Is there a problem?" the man asks. Sam is the one to answer this time, "Asbestos in the walls, a gas leak...yeah, I'd say we got a problem." A woman walks over who I assume is the wife. "Asbestos? Meaning what?" she asks. I look at her and sigh because most people know what asbestos is and what it can do to a person.
"Meaning until this house is up to code, it's uninhabitable." I tell her. The man in front of us seems to get upset at the thought of not staying in the house. I didn't care however, because I wanted to save him and his family even if that meant making him mad. "Whoa whoa whoa, you're saying we can't stay here?" he asks. I get a 'really' look on my face at the stupidity of that question; what does he think uninhabitable meant exactly? "It's a health hazard. You don't want to," Dean tries to tell him. Another man came over and I guess he is related to the husband and wife in some way. He looks at the boys pretty miffed about what we are trying to tell them. I'm not getting evil looks though and I'm not sure why, but I'm not going to complain about it. "Hold up. We just drove four hundred miles." The new man says.
I could understand being upset at driving that far to be told they couldn't stay, but it was for their own good. "There's a motel just down the road. Till this gets cleaned up, I suggest you stay there." Dean tells them. "All right, and what if we don't?" The husband asks. I look over at Sam like what part of you can't, don't they understand. He shrugged letting me know he had no idea either. "Well, you get a fine or you go to jail. Pick your poison." Dean tells him. He lets out a sigh clearly defeated and says, "One night. One night, and I'll take care of everything, ASAP, I promise." I hope we can figure this out in one night for these people's sake. "Yeah, you do that." Dean replies. Their daughter then walks up and looks far from happy. "Another motel? Awesome, Dad. I hope this one has hooker sheets, like the last one." She says. Her parents ignore her and start hollering for their son Danny before the leave.
I smile at the boys, glad we got them to leave. "Honestly I thought they were never going to leave." I say. Sam wraps his arm around my shoulder and dropped a kiss on the top of my head before saying, "Well we got one day to figure it out so let's get to work." Dean looks at us and fake gags, "Do you guys have to be all lovey dovey? Man just get a room and give it to her already." I die laughing because Dean didn't know we had made love the night he was with Anna he just thought we had became a couple. "What...What did I say?" he asks confused about why I was laughing. Sam smiles at him and replies, "I already 'gave it to her' that night at the cabin." Dean smirks at Sam slaps his shoulder and says, "Way to go Sammy. So how was it?" I could feel his amusement about his joke, plus I knew he really was happy for us since hunters normally don't find a significant other. I punch Dean in the shoulder causing him to laugh before we all pile back in the Impala to continue our research for the case.
The Impala rumbled down the road heading toward our next stop in figuring out the case. We were going to speak with Mr. Gibson's (previous owner of the house) cleaning lady. Hopefully she would have some information to help us find the ghost before the new family came back. They were very persistent on coming back sooner than we would have liked them to and I wasn't sure we would be able to protect them from their own stubbornness. It really bothered me when people don't listen especially when I'm trying to keep them safe. Dean soon pulled into Mrs. Curry's drive way allowing Sam and I to hop out while he shut the car off. I knocked on the door and show her my badge. She lets the boys and me in without a problem. "What did the room look like when you found it, Mrs. Curry?" Sam asked. She let out a sigh having already answered these questions. I knew it could be tiring, but the local police didn't know the things we do. "I already told the local boys, there was blood everywhere." She replied. "And Mr. Gibson, where was he?" Dean asked. She looked down before looking at Dean to answer, "Everywhere." I grabbed her hand knowing what she saw must have been awful. "I'm sorry you have to relive that by answering our questions Mrs. Curry, but we can't help otherwise." I said. She patted my hand in a there, there way before saying, "It's okay dear while it was awful I understand you have a job to do."
It was always good to be friendly with the people we had to question. I found it made them more likely to not only answer us, but to do it honestly. "How long have you been cleaning Mr. Gibson's house?" Sam asked after flashing me a smile. Mrs. Curry looked like she was thinking before replying, "About five years." If she's been cleaning for him that long she might know quite a bit about him. "So you knew him pretty well." Dean said. "Well, not really well. He was real private. Not the easiest man. Not that I blame him." Mrs. Curry told us. That's interesting most people aren't closed off unless they had something happen to them. "What do you mean?" Sam asked. "His wife died in childbirth. Daughter hangs herself in the attic twenty years later. I'd be bitter, too. I think I got some pictures." She answered before walking away. "Poor man I'd be pretty closed off myself if I was him." I say just as Mrs. Curry walked back over with some pictures in her hand. She handed them to Dean who asked, "Mind if we keep these?" She shrugged and said, "suit yourself."
"Now, why'd the daughter kill herself?" Sam asked. Depending on what happened she could be the ghost. "I don't know. That was before my time." Mrs. Curry replied. Well damn most likely isn't her then although sometimes ghost take years to manifest so it could be possible. "Did you ever notice anything odd in the house when you were cleaning it?" Dean asked. She looked at him funny before asking her own question, "Like what?" For her to be able to answer us she probably did need a better idea of what we were asking. "Like, you know, like lights going on and off, things not being where you left them." Dean replied. She looked at us funny and so I said, "I know it's an odd question, but every little detail no matter how small can help us."
She looked thoughtful for a moment before telling us, "No. Well, maybe there was one thing." Sam perked up a little at that hoping it was something that could help us. "Well, sometimes, I thought I heard like a...rustling in the walls." She told us. "Like a rat?" Dean asked. "Yeah," she replied. "Must have been some big sons of guns out there, huh?" Dean asked. "Don't know never saw any." Mrs. Curry answered. I cocked my head a little and looked at the boys. Sounds like a rat, but you never see one ;sounds like a ghost to me. "Do you happen to know where Mrs. Gibson and her daughter were buried?" Sam asked. "They were both cremated." She answered. "Thank you for your time." I tell her as we head out the door and back to the car.
"All right. So it probably wasn't the mom or the daughter. Whose ghost was it?" Sam asked. I looked thoughtful for a moment. All signs pointed to a ghost, but the bodies of the victim's wife and child were burned so unless there was something for them to be attached to it clearly wasn't them. "I don't know Sam it's very unlikely that it was his wife or kid, but it is still possible right?" I asked. Sam looked at me and replied, "Yeah it could be, but I think if it was them it would have happened sooner." I looked a little defeated before nodding and saying, "You're most likely right." Dean smiled over at us. He hadn't said anything other than picking on us however I think he was secretly happy that Sam and I were together. "I don't know who else it could be, but I say we give that place a real once-over and see." Dean said before we all climbed back in the car to head back to the house.
Dean pulled back up to the house and we could see lights on. "Crap. So, what now?" Dean asked. I let out a sigh, why can't people ever just listen to us? "We could tell them the truth." Sam answers. I looked at him knowing he wasn't being serious; he was just as aggravated as I was that the family had come back. Dean looked at him extremely confused. "Really?" he asked. Sometimes I question Dean's intelligence. "No, not really," Sam replies. I lean my head against the back of Sam's seat trying to think. "I guess we just sit here and wait, eventually something is going to happen and we will have to save those morons." I tell the boys. Dean let out a sigh feeling resigned about having to sit here while Sam felt upset about not doing more to keep the family away.
"I know we lied to those people to make them leave, but I really wish they would have listened." I said. The last thing I wanted was more people dead; however I couldn't think of a way to make the family leave before something happened. "So do I babe, but if something happens to them we are here." Sam said trying to reassure me. "Yeah babe we are right here." Dean mocked Sam. It was all in good fun to lessen the tension so I chuckled while Sam hit Dean's shoulder. "You don't always have to make fun of us ya know." Sam said. "Aww come on Sammy what fun would that be?" Dean asked. Before he could say anything else we heard a scream come from the house. We got out of the car and went to the door.
Sam knocked on the door and we waited for the family to answer. Ted, whose name I figured out by researching the family while we waited, answered the door. "We heard screams. What's going on?" Dean asked. The dad, Brian came over and asked, "Oh, you two! Did you touch my daughter?!" Seriously just gonna ignore the girl standing here with him. "What? No," Dean replied. "How could they when we were outside in our car and your daughter inside?" I asked. He looked at me before he realized I was right. I could feel the fear and confusion rolling off the family while Sam and Dean stood on either side of me feeling confident in their skills as hunters. "Who are you guys?" Brian asked. "Relax, please. You have a ghost." Sam says. I want to smack my forehead and shake my head. These people are never going to believe that they have a ghost.
"A ghost," Brian says like we are crazy. "I told you," the daughter, Kate says. "It's the girl," the son, Danny, supplies. Okay so our ghost is a girl, maybe it is somehow the wife or daughter. "Both of you relax." Brian starts looking at his kids before finishing with, "What are you guys playing?" while looking at us. We aren't playing at anything you moron you have a ghost and we want to protect your family. I of course don't say this out loud because I know it won't get me anywhere. "Your family's in danger. You need to get out of the house now." Dean says. The lights then all go out. Oh goody, try to find the ghost in the dark; this is going to me so much fun. "What the hell?" Ted asks.
"Nobody move," Dean says. Of course no one is going to listen to him. "Buster," Danny yells. I'm going to assume that's the dog since he's the only one I didn't know the name of. Buster started to howl somewhere outside the house. Brian goes outside to try and figure out where he is. Ted, Sam, Dean, and I follow. We were hoping to talk some sense into him and get him to leave, however I doubted it was going to be that easy. "Buster! Buster? Buster! Buster!" Brian yells hoping the dog will come to him. We walk off the porch while Brian continues to yell for the dog. I look around, but I don't see him. "What the hell?" I hear Ted say and look up. On the side of the moving van the words 'too late' are written.
At this point the rest of the family has come out on the front porch. "Buster," Danny yells again. Brian then tells his family, "Go back inside. Go!" They listen, but honestly inside isn't really where they need to go. "We are not the bad guys, but you're in danger." Dean tells Brian and Ted. "Seriously we just want to help." I add on. Sam looks at them and says, "First thing's first. You got to get your family out of here." They definitely needed to leave for their own safety. "Head to the motel I was talking about. You'll be safe there." Dean says. Hopefully this time they actually listen and go there.
"What are you three going to do?" Brian asks. Before I can answer him though I feels Dean's anger and devastation. "Oh, no! Oh, come on! Oh, come on!" He yells pissed off. The ghost had slashed all four of the Impala's tires. I then feel Sam's anger and confusion. "Dude, the guns are gone. So is the... Basically, everything is gone." Sam says. I walk back to the trunk and look in. "The hell?" I ask. "Truck's no good." Ted says walking up. Okay this ghost was seriously starting to piss me off. "Both tires are slashed." Brian says. "What kind of ghost messes with a man's wheels?!" Dean screams. I through my hands up completely confused and pissed. For one how did the ghost manage to jack everything and two what the hell kind of ghost can do that?