Sam and Dean sat completely silent staring up at the house. They could hear a sharp and frequent pinging noise coming from there trunk.
"EMF?" Sam asked Dean to verify his thought process.
"Yep." Dean said opening his door and sliding out of the drives seat. Sam quickly followed suit and joined his brother at the trunk of the Impala. Sam checked his coat pockets for rock salt shells and grabbed his shotgun. Sam handed Dean a bag of salt which Dean through into his duffle bag.
"Ready?" Dean asked his brother as he filled his shotgun with salt buckshot's. He didn't wait for his brother to answer before he removed the shotgun holding the fake bottom open and it fell closed. Dean handed the EMF reader to Sam, it beeped more rapidly as they closed the distance between themselves and the old house.
Sam stuck the EMF reader in his pocket as he walked cautiously up the stairs after his brother. The door creaked loudly as Dean swung it open revealing the darkened insides of the house. The brothers couldn't feel the eyes of the girl who was laying on the ceiling, watching them enter.
She watched them wander around the house looking for any clue as to what had happened here. She twirled weightlessly from the ceiling and landed noiselessly on the floor behind them. She tiptoed playfully behind the brothers. She let out a little laugh as she walked past them; they heard the laugh as the EMF detector beeped.
She ran up the stairs purposely causing the steps to squeak. They followed the sound with slow cautious footsteps up the stairs. As they reached the top of the stairs she pushed open the door to the first room. They followed her delicately set path into the room.
"Hello boys." The girl whispered quietly to the brothers, she watched them search around the room with their eyes. "Relax; I'm not your ghost."
"Really then why can't we see you?" Dean shouted in the opposite direction then the one girl was standing in.
She laughed "Well that's because I'm a spirit, Just not your ghost. And you seem rather trigger happy, and if it is all the same to you I would like very much not to be shot. I will make myself visible to you but you mustn't shoot me."
"I am not promising not to shoot a ghost." Dean said in reply. Sam turned to Dean and scrunched his eyebrows in confusion; Dean looked back at him and shrugged.
"I'm not a ghost," the girl repeated, "I'm an astral projection, and as a show of good faith I will reveal myself anyways." The girl said, and then she appeared. She was average height with a round baby face. She was wearing a pale flower dress and short brown boots. Dean shot her, the empty case flew out of the ejection port and Dean loaded a new magazine in the barrel.
"Dick." She yelled. "Dammit, I knew you were going to shoot me."
"Well what kind of astral projection has the power to physically manifest itself?" Sam asked.
"Just because I'm an astral projection doesn't mean I'm human." She said reappearing, "I'm a Planeswalker."