"Hmm." I muttered to myself. I looked at the building then back at the map. Yep, this was supposedly the place. I pushed my hair back behind my shoulders and walked up to the door. I knocked three times, and after realizing that was a bad idea, quickly added another knock to it. A small, old lady creaked the door open and blinked at me from behind big glasses.

"Are you...the lady?" She whispered, and glanced around nervously. I let out a shaky sigh, even though I wasn't nervous.

"Erm, yes. I'm Rae, the one who answered your ad in the paper." She looked me up and down, then glared at me skeptically.

"You're awful young..."

"I just look young. May I come in?" I raised an eyebrow. She stared at me before opening the door. I walked in. I glanced around the place. It was awful dark, and had a terrible musky smell to it. I hid my grimace as I further walked into the house. Hunting down something felt oddly familiar, even if this call was just some rats crawling around in her attic.

"So where did you say the noises were coming from again?"

"Everywhere! I called the police and they said I was crazy! Can you believe it? Well, actually, I guess you can since you're here..." I dismissed the lady's rambling and began searching for anything that could be haunted, or potential signs of rats. It was hard to distinguish anything that could be haunted because everything in this house was old, so really any of it could.

"Miss..." I went silent, thinking. "What's your name again?"

"Wheeler." She replied.

"That's right." I snapped my fingers. "Miss Wheeler, this question might sound a bit harsh, but did you have a husband once?" She frowned and sniffled.

"He...died last year. Why?"

"Well, if he had any strong feelings towards any object in the house, then that could be your problem. Maybe I'll just bless some objects and the house and see if that doesn't do the trick..." I muttered to myself.

"What?" Miss Wheeler asked. I began digging things out of my bag: salt, holy water, and a couple of crosses. All of it came out of the "Emergency Money" account, which I hope Uncle Sam didn't mind I was using. He probably did, but I don't think he could track me in any way, and if he could, then hey, neato. That takes the trouble away from me trying to find them.

I continued the process and spraying things with holy water and posting crosses everywhere. Miss Wheeler following me the entire time, pointing out random objects that "needed a blessin'", even though the more I walked around the house, the more it really just looked like rats might just be living in her walls. I finished and told her to potentially call an exterminator. She proceeded to argue with me that exterminators didn't get rid off ghosts. I managed to get her to consider calling one anyway before I left the house.

I noticed the sun was near setting as I left, but it took my a good while to walk here from across town, and it would take me a long time to walk back. Springfield wasn't exactly a small town. I tripped and fell against the sidewalk with a thud.

"Man, these poor old combat boots. Maybe I should go to Walmart or something and buy some cheap shoes of some sort..." I muttered, sitting up to poke at my sole. A cold creepiness suddenly crept over me. I went still. I slightly turned my head to the left to see that I had fallen next to a cemetery. How fitting.

"Winchester." The familiar voice said, but it was very quiet and almost...gentle? I patted my arm to make sure my angel blade was still tucked into my sleeve before answering.

"Hm, and here I was thinking that if I flushed, you'd go away." He grimaced, like I had physically wounded him in some way. I brushed off my pants and stood up.

"What do you want?" I growled.

"You." He whispered. I frowned.

"Me? What exactly do you mean by that?" And suddenly, he was standing in front of me. I went to take a step back, but he grabbed my shoulders.

"If you joined me, we could be the strongest-"

"Whoa. Wait a minute. First of all," I whipped out my angel blade, making the demon take a couple steps back. "Take a couple steps back there, buddy. Second of all, you really think that after you attacked my school, nearly killed my best friend, sent my back in time, beat the crap out of me and have been freakishly stalking me, I'd just waltz off and join you?"

"Yes." He said, staring me down. There was a moment of silence. Very awkward silence.

"You demons have no idea how relationships work." I muttered.

"So that's a no?" He asked.

"Um, yes. That's definitely a no."

"Don't make me force you, Little Winchester." He growled.

"Hey! You don't threaten people you're trying to get to join you. Well, actually, you can, but that's not going to work here!"

"Then you give me no choice." He held up his hand, and pain shattered through my body. A scream escaped my throat, and I dropped to the ground. I still had a death grip on my angel blade.

"If you won't willingly come with me, then I'll force you to." He went to pick me up, but I managed to pick up my arm and slash at his leg. It sent pain through my arm, but I managed to connect. He jumped backwards.

"You and that stupid blade!" He kicked my hand, sending my blade flying.

"No..." I choked out. He began to walk towards me again. I tried scooting backwards with all my might, but my body just wasn't able to. Panic began to grow inside me.

"You don't know what we'd be capable of. We could rule the world!"

"I'd never...rule...the world. It's my job...to protect...the damn thing." I seethed. He crouched down and patted my head. I wish I could bite him.

"Is it really your job? Did you ask for this life, Winchester?"

"No. But that doesn't matter!" I cried out. This whole pain thing was getting tiring. My panic was now being mixed with rage.

"It doesn't? You don't ever wish you could live a normal life?"

"Really?... With my family line...you think my life could be...normal? You've...got to be kidding."

"Tell me something, Winchester." I coughed; my hand was speckled with red. "Who was ruling Hell before I sent you here?"

"Crowley...of course...Why?"

"And all of Hell knows he's best buds with your father. "He whispered. My head was spinning.

"Just make it stop." I whispered.

"But if I'm not working for Crowley..." The panic and rage began to stir and bubble out of control. If he didn't stop soon, I don't know what I'd do.

"Just make it stop!" I tried again, was still ignored.

"Then who do you think I'm working for?"

"JUST MAKE IT STOP!" I screamed as something within me erupted. Power surged through me, uncontainable and free. The pain suddenly ceased as this new power took over. My vision was suddenly filled with nothing but blue. And in the blink of an eye,

Everything was back to normal.

Well, not normal, normal. I blinked a couple of times and found myself still laying on the ground. I sat up, flexing my fingers. What was that? I looked around frantically; the demon was nowhere to be seen. I glanced down at my feet to find... That my boots were all stitched back together somehow. While shaking like a madman, I attempted to stand, only to have my legs give out on me. So I sat on the ground for a bit. I slid my back pack off and pilfered around in it until I found a granola bar. I slowly munched on it, more or less focusing on breathing.

"Okay, let's try this again. Legs, don't fail me now." I slowly stood. I felt dizzy and figured I better get some sleep. I picked up my angel blade laying a couple feet away from me, shoved it back into my sleeve, and headed back to my motel.

Lookie there! Two chapters in one day?

It's because I feel bad for making you wait for the last update for so long so here's a nice gift for you. This one kinda feels a little like a filler chapter. Sorry about that.

Enjoy it anyway :P

Until Next Time!