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“Hey Dean!” Sam called out to Dean who was in the kitchen making them some of his world famous burgers.
“Yeah Sammy?” Dean walked in holding two plates of burgers with fries and a couple of beers underneath his arms.
“Check this out. A real haunted house.” Sam pulled up an article about a haunted house. Apparently an elderly couple just moved into this house that’s been on the market for years. Bought it really cheap, since they moved in they’ve made at least three separate trips to the hospital. They’ve reported all sorts of things. A piano playing itself, floating plates, even seeing people that have died a long time ago.” Sam was still scanning over the article while Dean was chowing down on his burger.
“Okay, let me guess you think it’s our kind of thing?” Dean said chewing his burger in delight. He was glad to be getting back to work. After the whole thing with the darkness, and getting rid of the mark he just wanted a normal case.
“I don’t see how it’s not. I mean the people in this house are being injured Dean. We ought to check it out.”
“Alright, you grab our stuff, I’ll go warm up baby. After, I finish my burger.” Dean pushed Sam’s plate towards him urging him to eat.
Half an hour later they were ready to go and drove towards the supposed haunted house. They arrived in town late in the evening two days later. Checking into the motel Sam and Dean went over some of the details about the case. Dean was flipping through the channels looking for Dr. Sexy while Sam was looking for more Intel.
“Looks like the police didn’t open a formal investigation. They won’t have any information on the case. We might as well head straight to the source tomorrow.” Sam announced trying to get Dean’s attention. Dean was too absorbed in the current Dr. Sexy episode to pay any attention.
Sam rolled his eyes and shut down his laptop. Grabbing the remote from Dean’s hand he turned off the TV. He turned out the lights and fell asleep to Dean bitching about Sam turning off his show. Dean eventually stopped whining and went to sleep.
Dean woke up early the next morning. Deciding to play a prank on Sammy, Dean grabbed his Ipod and went into his music files. He watched the clock turn eight and clicked on the song. “Heat of the Moment” blasted from Dean’s Ipod and Sam shot up from the bed in a cold sweat giving Dean a dirty look. He had been doing this for while. Every now and then Dean found it funny to wake Sam with that song.
“Not funny Dean.” Dean laughed at Sam and went into the bathroom to shower and dress.
When Dean got out he was already in his suit. “The water pressure sucks at this place.”
Sam smiled to himself as he straightened his tie and grabbed his gun from under his pillow. They left in the impala and went to the house. It was a cozy two story lakeside house. The place looked a little run down but was still livable. They made their way up the porch steps and knocked on the door. They waited patiently for one of the elderly couple to come to the door.
When it opened a small elderly woman stood at the door. She was wearing a wool sweater and cat slippers. The smell of apple pie drifting out the house. She fixed her glasses and gave the boys a good look.
“Hello M’am. We are Agents Johnson and Hunter. We’re here to investigate the apparent poltergeist that’s infested your home.”
“Oh really!? I didn’t think anyone was going to come for that. Well thank you would you like some pie?”
“Yeah we would!” Dean spoke up suddenly at the offer of pie. She led them into the kitchen and placed a piece of pie in front of Dean. It was topped off with whipped cream which Dean happily dug into.
“So can you tell us more about what’s been going on here?” Sam ignored his brother’s appetite and went to work.
“Yes, well sometimes when I’m cooking the plates from that cabinet over there will float around behind me. Occasionally they’ll fly at me or my husband. At night when I wake up to use the restroom I see my grandmother. She’s always standing at the end of the bed watching me sleep.”
“Okay. Well uh… Have you ever noticed any cold spots in the house. Maybe it started smelling like sulfur?” Sam persisted in the questioning.
“No. I’m not sure about the smell. My nose isn’t what it used to be you know.” She started giggling at whatever old memories were playing in her head. “As for the cold spots dear, I do sometimes notice that the room gets quite chilly.”
“Alright. Here’s what we need you to do Ms. ?” Dean interjected.
“Oh, I’m Mrs. Terry. You can call me Patricia.” She gave Dean a wink and refocused her attention to Dean’s empty plate. “Would you like another piece dear?”
“No he’s fine.” Sam interrupted, “Mrs. Terry, do you have any family you can stay with? We’d like to spend the night in the house, see if we can experience any of the poltergeist for ourselves.”
“I can always stay with my sister Francis. She’s an old crazy one she is. I’ll call her and let her know I’m coming.”
“Last question Patricia. Where is your grandmother buried?” Dean asked eyeing the pie on the counter behind her.
“Oh my grandmother was cremated dear.” She soon left to pack her things. She announced that she was going to visit her husband at the hospital first. He was attacked by a floating plate last week and had been there ever since.
“Help yourselves to everything in the kitchen. Even the pie,” She winked at Dean again, “Oh and there’s an extra key under the mat, my sister’s number is by the telephone. Call when you’ve rid the house of this foul monster.” With that she was off driving down the dirt road in her light blue Prius.
“Alright Sammy let’s get started.” Dean said heading out to the impala to bring in the rest of their things. He hands the EMF to Sam and has him sweep the house.
The sun began setting and it got dark outside. That’s when things started to happen. Sam and Dean were in the kitchen eating the rest of the pie when the plates from the cabinet opened and all the plates fell out and on to the floor. The boys jumped from their seats and pulled their guns.
In the living room the piano started to play a familiar tune. “Is that ‘Mary had a Little Lamb?” Sam whispered to Dean as they went to investigate. Their guns were raised ready to fire at the first thing they saw.
“Mary had a little lamb. Little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was covered in blood.”
“I don't think that’s how the song goes.” Dean whispered back.
They heard a little girl laugh in the distance. When they walked into the living room they couldn’t believe their eyes. Adam was standing on the piano with an ax in one hand and blood running from his eyes.
“You left me in hell!” His voice was full of rage. He took a step and dropped down onto the floor. Dean let off a shot and hit Adam in the chest. It didn’t affect him. Adam was still walking towards them. Sam fired off two more shots.
“I thought you said we were family Dean!!” He shouted at them now. The venom in his voice on the edge of breaking. He swung the ax at Dean’s head.
Dean stumbled backward. “Look Adam, we tried to save you. You don’t have to do this.” Sam charged at Adam and knocked him down. Landing on top of him Sam tried to wrestle the ax away from him. Adam pushed at Sam and launched him into the low ceiling. Adam disappeared into a mist, the ax leaving along with him.
“What the hell was that?” Dean yelled.
“I don’t know. He should still be in hell.” Sam cringed as he got up from the ground.
“He is still in hell.” A girl with blonde hair showed up in front of the boys. She was in her early twenties staring at the two boys.
“Jo?” Dean blinked a couple of times to make sure she was actually there.
“Hiya boys!” She spoke solemnly and waved lightly. “Thanks for getting me killed all that time ago. I really enjoyed it. You know, when that bomb blew my body to pieces.” She cocked her head to the side and gave them a wildly murderous look.
“You’re supposed to be dead.” Sam said taking small steps back.
Dean let loose some shots into her stomach.
“Ouch. That hurt.” The rounds bounced off of her and landed on the ground. “I’m going to have so much fun with the two of you.” She launched herself at Sam and he ran a blade into her.
All she did was laugh.