Family Remains Part 1

Sam woke up from sleeping in the backseat of the car. Dean and Angela were studying some papers.

"What are you two doing?" Sam mumbled.

"What does it look like we're doing?" Angela asked.

"Like you're looking for a job." Sam replied.

"Yahtzee." Dean said.

Sam sat up. "We just finished a job like two hours ago."

"Not tired." Angela shrugged.

"Adrenaline's still pumping, I guess." Dean said. "So, what do you think… Cedar Rapids, Tulsa, or Chi-Town?"

"I am all for working. I really am." Sam replied. "But you got us chasing cases nonstop for like a month now. I'm surprised Angie's keeping up with you. We need sleep."

"Yeah, we can sleep when we're dead." Dean replied.

"You're exhausted, Dean."

"I'm good." Dean replied.

"He's got a point. You're running on fumes, and you can't run forever." Angela said.

"And what am I running from?" Dean asked.

"From what you told Angie and I." Sam replied. "Or are we pretending that never happened?"

"Stratton, Nebraska. Farm town." Dean commented. "A man gets hacked to death in a locked room inside a locked house. No signs of forced entry."

"Sounds like a ghost." Angela said.

"Yes, it does." Dean nodded.

Sam sighed and flopped back down.

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As the Impala drove into the house road, a sign saying 'Sold' was hidden in the grass.

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"Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide." Angela said. "This place is gonna sell like hotcakes."

They entered the kitchen, opening cabinets. Dean spotted something on an empty piece of wall.

"Hey, check this out." Dean said, knocking on the wall. It was hollow. "Huh."

"It's probably a dumbwaiter." Sam replied. "All these old houses had them."

"Know-it-all." Dean muttered.

"What?" Sam asked.

"What?" Dean mirrored.

"You said…"

"What?"

"Never mind."

Angela chuckled softly and shook her head.

They entered a bedroom.

"Well, no bloodstains, fresh coat of paint, it's a bunch of bubkis." Angels said.

"Needle's all over the place." Sam replied.

"Yeah, power lines." Angela said.

"Great." Sam sighed.

They looked in the closer; a doll head was on the floor.

"Uh…" Angela muttered.

"Well, that's super disturbing." Dean said.

"Think it got left behind?" Sam asked.

"By who?" Angela raised a brow. "Unless Bill Gibson likes to play with doll heads."

A car and moving truck approached.

"Uh-oh." Sam said.

"I thought you said this place was still for sale!" Angela looked up at Sam.

"Apparently, it's not." He muttered.

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"Who are they?" Kate asked.

Dean, Sam and Angela were coming down the stairs from the front door.

"Can I help you?" Brian asked.

"Hi. Are you the new owner?" Angela asked.

"Yeah." Brian nodded. "You guys are…?"

"This is Mr. Stanwyk and Ms. Lewis. I'm Mr. Babar. County code enforcement." Dean introduced.

"We had the building inspected last week." Brian replied. "Is there a problem?"

"Asbestos in the walls, a gas leak, yeah I'd say we got a problem." Sam replied.

"Asbestos?" Susan asked. "Meaning what?"

"Meaning until this house is up to code, it's uninhabitable." Angela replied.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Brian said. "You're saying we can't stay here?"

"It's a health hazard. You don't want to." Dean replied.

"Hold up." Ted cut in. "We just drove four hundred miles."

"There's a motel just down the road." Angela suggested. "Till this gets cleaned up, I suggest you stay there."

"All right, and what if we don't?" Brian asked.

Angela walked up to Brian. "Well, you get a fine or you got to jail." She said. She shrugged. "Pick your poison, sweet cheeks."

"One night." Brian said. "One night, and I'll take care of everything, ASAP, I promise."

"Yeah, you do that." Angela smiled.

"Another motel?" Kate rolled her eyes. "Awesome, Dad. I hope this one has hooker sheets, like the last one."

"Danny!" Susan called.

"Come on, Danny!" Brian yelled.

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"What did the room look like when you found it, Mrs. Curry?" Sam asked.

"I already told the local boys, there was blood everywhere."

"And Mr. Gibson, where was he?" Dean asked.

"Everywhere." Mrs. Curry replied.

"How long have you been cleaning Mr. Gibson's house?" Angela quizzed.

"About five years." Mrs. Curry shrugged.

"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."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"His wife dies in childbirth. Daughter hangs herself in the attic twenty years later." Mrs. Curry replied. "I'd be bitter, too. I think I got some pictures." She went off to get them and came back. "Here."

"Thanks." Angela replied. "Can we keep these?"

"Suit yourself."

"Now, why'd the daughter kill herself?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. That was before my time."

"Did you ever notice anything odd in the house when you were cleaning it?" Dean asked.

"Like what?" Mrs. Curry raised a brow.

"Like, you know, like lights going on and off, things not being where you left them." Dean shrugged.

"No." Mrs. Curry shook her head. "Well, maybe there was one thing."

"What's that?" Angela asked.

"Well, sometimes, I thought I heard like a… rustling in the walls."

"Like a rat?" Dean raised a brow.

"Yeah."

"Must have been some big sons of guns out there, huh?" Dean asked.

"Wouldn't know. Never saw any."

"Do you happen to know where Mrs. Gibson and her daughter were buried?" Sam asked.

"They were both cremated."

Sam, Dean and Angela went back to the car.

"All right. So it probably wasn't the mom or the daughter." Angela said. "Whose ghost was it?"

"I don't know." Dean replied. "But I say we give that place a real once over and see."

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The car pulled up. Sam, Dean and Angels saw the light on inside the house.

"Crap." Dean sighed. "So, what now."

"We could tell them the truth." Sam suggested.

"Really?" Dean and Angela asked.

"No, not really." Sam replied.

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Somebody knocked on the door. Ted opened the door and Sam, Dean and Angela came inside.

"We heard screams." Angela said. "What's going on?"

"Oh, you three!" Brian exclaimed. He glared at Dean and Sam. "Did you touch my daughter?!"

"What? No." Dean replied.

"Who are you guys?" Brian asked.

"Relax, please. You have a ghost." Sam said.

"A ghost." Brian repeated.

"I told you!" Kate exclaimed.

"It's the girl!" Danny cried.

"Both of you, relax." Brian said. "What are you guys playing?"

"Your family's in danger." Angela said. "You need to get out of the house now."

The lights went out in the house.

"What the hell?" Ted asked.

"Nobody move!" Angela yelled.

"Buster!" Danny exclaimed.

Buster was howling. Brian got out of the house followed by Ted, Sam, Dean and Angela.

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"Buster! Buster?" Brian called. "Buster! Buster!"

"What the hell?" Ted asked again.

The words 'Too Late' were painted in red. The others came out onto the porch.

"Buster!" Danny exclaimed.

"Go back inside. Go!" Brian said.

"We are not the bad guys, but you're in danger." Dean said.

"First thing's first." Sam added. "You got to get your family out of here."

"Head to the motel we talk about. You'll be safe there." Angela instructed.

"What are you three gonna do?" Brian asked.

"Oh, no! Oh, come on! Oh, come on!" Dean yelled.

The tires on the vehicles were all slashed.

"Dude, the guns are gone." Sam said. "So is the… basically, everything is gone."

"Tuck's no good." Ted said.

"Both tires slashed." Brian added.

"What kind of ghost messes with a man's wheels?!" Dean yelled.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Kate asked.

Kate saw the girl and screamed.

"She's there! She's there!" Kate shrieked.

"Where?!" Susan exclaimed.

"She was right there in the woods!" Kate replied.

"What's a ghost doing outside?" Angela frowned.

"You want to stay and find out?" Sam asked.

"Everybody inside." Angela said.

"Are you crazy?" Ted asked. "We need to get the hell out of here!"

"In what?!" Angela asked. "This ghost is hunting us! Everybody back inside now! Move!"

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"Whatever's outside, it can't get in this circle." Dean said. "As long as the salt line is unbroken, this is the safest place to be."

"Safe from ghosts?" Brian asked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact." Angela replied.

"Okay. I'm not listening to this anymore." Brian shook his head. "Come on. I got to get my family out of here. Let's go."

"Nobody's going anywhere until we kill this thing." Angela glared.

"Sir, please." Sam cut in. "This is what we do. Just… trust us."

"You hunt ghosts?" Danny asked.

"That's right." Dean nodded.

"Like Scooby-Doo?" Danny asked.

"Better." Dean replied.

"You saw her outside, right?" Sam asked. "Okay. Does she look like either one of the girls?"

"Her." Kate pointed. "She was paler and a lot dirtier, but that was her."

"That's the girl in the walls." Danny said.

"So it's the daughter?" Sam asked.

"That girl in the picture, she, she's dead?" Susan asked.

"She killed herself inside this house." Sam nodded.

"So, what." Dean said. "The maid got her story wrong? Rebecca wasn't cremated?"

"Unless her spirit's just attached to something inside the house." Angela shrugged.

"She hung herself in the attic, right?" Dean asked.

"You and Angie want to babysit? I'll check it out." Sam said.

"Look, I don't care who hung themselves where." Ted replied. "Maybe something is going on here, but—

"It's a spirit, man." Dean cut him off.

"No, it's just some backwoods hillbilly bitch, and I'm not about to sit around here waiting for her to go all Deliverance on my ass." Ted said.

"Well, nobody's leaving the house." Angela glared.

Ted got right in her face. "Stop me." He challenged.

"Listen, sweet cheeks." She said. "I've got a gun. You don't get your ass back in that circle, you're gonna have yourself a third hole."

"Angie, you don't have a gun." Sam said.

"And?" she asked. "I'm not letting that bastard or anyone else die tonight!"

Dean pulled Angela back and tried to get her to calm down. "You good?" he whispered.

She huffed and looked at Sam. "Go."

Sam left.

"Hey. Sweetheart." Ted said. "Question for you. This indestructible force field made out of salt… have to be kosher stuff, or what?"

Angela tried to break out of Dean's grasp. "I swear if that ghost doesn't kill you I'll—

"Angie!" Dean exclaimed. "Cool down!"

She clenched her jaw, glaring at Ted and then relaxed finally.

Susan looked at Ted. "Knock it off, Ted."

There was a sound.

"Sh…" Susan whispered.

"What was that?" Kate asked.

They looked around. The girl opened a door and came in.

"Mom." Kate said.

"All right, everybody stay calm." Dean said. "She's a ghost. She can't come in the circle."

The girl continued to approach. She stopped at the edge of the salt, revealed she was holding a knife, and stepped over the line.

"I thought you said ghosts couldn't cross the circle." Kate said.

"They can't. She's not a ghost." Dean replied.

"Shoot her! Shoot her!" Ted yelled at Angela.

"Yeah, about that… go, go, go! Move!" Angela led them away.

Dean fought her while she screamed and Angela got the others away.

"Hey!" Sam yelled.

Sam shined a light in the girl's face. It hurt her eyes; she ran.

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"Hey." Angela said. "You okay?"

"Where is everybody?" Dean asked.

"Hiding." Brian replied.

"All right, go get them." Dean said. "Go. Go get them."

"So, it's not a ghost." Angela commented.

"So, it's just a girl?" Sam asked.

"It's not just a girl." Dean said. "It's psycho Nell. I'm telling you guys, humans."

"So who is she, then?" Sam asked.

"I don't know." Dean shrugged. "Maybe it's the daughter, Rebecca. Maybe she didn't hang herself."

"No." Angela shook her head. "She'd have to be like fifty years old by now."

"Well, I don't know." Dean replied. "Sam, what'd you find in the attic?"

"Some old junk. I found Rebecca's diary. That's about it."

"I wish you'd found a howitzer." Dean replied. "By the way, Angie here, she can get downright scary when she's pissed. I don't ever wanna be on the other side of that death glare." Dean laughed.

"Yeah, neither did I… trust me, you just don't wanna be the one she's angry with in general…" Sam said.

Dean glanced at Sam. "Yeah…" Dean nodded. "Don't know what else I can say other than she could go a lot harder on you if she wanted to. But, she doesn't. So just, just remember that."

Angela looked at the two. "Anyway, back on topic please. We need to get this family safe. I mean, it's just a human, so they can make a run for it. We just got to hold her off."

"We're okay." Susan cut in.

"Danny! Ted! We got to go!" Brian called.

"I'm good!" Ted replied.

"Danny! Come on!" Susan called.

"Danny, buddy, we got to go!" Brian yelled.

"Told you it was some crazy bitch." Ted told Angela.

"Yes, you did." She nodded.

"Head to town." Sam said. "We'll take it from here, okay?"

"Danny, come on, baby! We're leaving!" Susan called.

"Danny, we got to go!" Brian tried.

"Brian, where, where is he?" Susan asked.

"Danny!" Brian yelled.

A/N: Hey guys, I'm back from camping! Hope y'all enjoyed the chapter. We're gonna see Angie and Ted kinda challenge each other a bit, because I was kind of curious as to what that would be like. Also, in the next chapter I put in a little something interesting, so I think that'll be cool. :)

Anyway, don't forget to review, review, review! Love you guys.

~Emily