"Dean... stop....whatever this is... it will get us. It can't bleed so we can't kill it!" Gasped Sam as he followed Dean, limping into the deep dark paneled room.
Dean paced around the room panicking, his eyebrow raised as he went over to the cracked window. He banged his palm against the part of the window which looked quite stiff compared to the broken part, it broke at his touch and fell outwards onto the yard outside It was a big drop, Dean ran his fingers through his hair, stepping backwards and spun around to take a look back at Sam. He breathed heavily, frozen and staring into Sams eyes.
The abandoned mansion was creepy as hell, there were never ending hallways and rooms, there were cobwebs every where they looked, creaky staircases and floor boards, ripped wallpaper and wood worm eating away the skirting boards. It took effort for them to get up the stairs, they had heard a noise from upstairs and Dean was the first to check it out. That's when they came to the hallway by what room they had stumbled into.
The rooms were all paneled, that was the layout of the house. It was a yucky green color mixing in with the browns of rotting and worn away wood. It was a surprise that the upstairs was even stable for Sam and Dean to stand upon. The brothers might have just got lucky but something might want them there.
They had no clue for what this monster was. There was no evidence of any ghosts around. But this sure wasn't normal.
The police had left them to it, the police tape blowing in the wind, barely tied tight enough to keep on the property as Dean had interpreted when looking out of the window at the drop.
Previously, Sam and Dean had gone into a diner for some lunch. Dean dug into his double cheese burger as usual and Sam had his chicken salad and strawberry shake to his side as he was reading a newspaper taken from a rack just outside the diner.
Dean huffed as he chewed a huge mouthful of his burger. "So... anything strange?" He asked in a muffled tone as he was talking with a mouthful.
Sam scoffed, he squinted his eyes at the paper and lay it on the table, minding his food also, "People have been going missing by our hometown in Texas, apparently some people had seen the victims before they went missing by a house which is believed to be haunted. Most of the victims are between the ages of 15-25. Bit of a wide age gap don'tcha think?" Sam cleared his throat at Dean as he finished another big chunk of his burger, a bit of lettuce hung out of his mouth before he awkwardly put it make into his mouth.
Dean cleaned his mouth with a napkin before turning his eye back to Sam. "Well... have you got the exact location of this 'haunted' house?"
Sam smirked, seemingly impressed with himself. "Yeah almost, it shouldn't be that hard to track down. The place will probably be taped up with the police snooping around. Time to get the FBI badges out again" Sam recommended.
"Hmmm..." Dean commented, now eying his burger. He grabbed it and pulled a comfortable smirk.
Sam sighed loudly. "Oh my god, dude get a room!" He commented sarcastically. Dean chuckled at his remark and dug into his sandwich. Sam grabbed his shake and sipped it through the straw.
Deans eyes shifted to the door and Sam. The door was open a jar but it looked darker outside. "Sam... you okay?"
Sam hissed at a gash that suddenly appeared at the side of his face, it stung as much as whiskey being poured into an open wound. "I... I don't know... I sorta feel...." He didn't flinch to follow Dean.
Dean frowned moving in front of Sam, he stood closer to his little brother lifting a hand lifted to his wound. "How did you...."
Sam closed his eyes tightly, turning his head other way. "We need to get out of here, I don't think they are friendly whatever it is"
Dean traced his finger against the wound gently, Sam let out an inaudible gasp. It wasn't like him to show pain let alone not want to continue a hunt. Dean looked down at his fingers, rubbing his thumb and finger together. The blood was obviously fresh he just had to double check.
"No. We need to stay until we get that sonofabitch whatever that thing is... he hurt my brother and I need to have a heart to heart talk with it" Dean patted Sams shoulder then brushed it off. He smiled. "Don't worry"
Sam breathed in and out slowly. "Dean... it's gotten darker I swear..."
Dean shrugged his shoulders, switching the light on beside the door. Nothing happened. He did it twice more. "Shit..." Dean swore.
Sam looked worried, his eyes widened and he gulped hard looking in his brothers direction. "Dean.. you don't think this thing hunts in the dark does it?"
Something smashed in the other room, Dean and Sams reflexes made their bodies turn to the direction of the sound vibrating in the atmosphere.
Dean nodded his head to the direction of the door, gesturing for Sam to follow him. "C'mon, you've been standing there since we got in here"
Sam backed away into the wall, leaning his head back. "I kinda feel... drained"
Dean hesitated but nodded. "O-okay... right... must've been that chicken salad you had earlier *winks* you stay here, if anything happens you know what to do"
Dean went into a his jacket inside pocket, pulling out a torch. "Its got a bit dark hasn't it?" Dean teased.
"Actually..." Sam perked up but Dean had already sprinted out the room, Sam heard him trip over one things and stumble into another. It was dark but Sam couldn't help but laugh a little. The only light of which Sam could identify was the nightlight from outside.
Dean had creaked open a door, he shone the torch light into the room in front of him, he could see a window exactly opposite him with a curtain over it. The curtains were a dirty pink with what looked like blue flowers dotted on them as a pattern. Dean pulled a disgusted face, "Those curtains with that wallpaper" He mocked like a young teenage girl.
He was about to step into the room of his new surroundings but then clung to the door frame as the floor had crumbled away onto the ground floor. A few portions of floorboard had fell apart beneath him. Dean stepped back behind the door. Only the sides of the floor connected to the skirtings were left. Dean leaned over, minding the big hole, down to see the ground floor. "Coincidence maybe..." Dean whispered to himself, turning back to go back through the hallway. He could have sworn the hallway had gotten longer.
"Hey Sammy.. no need to worry. It was just a bit of the floor falling apart. No monster yet!" Dean shouted to Sam.
Meanwhile Sam had slowly made his was to the window. He was shaking. He wasn't usually as scared when on a hunt but something about the house gave Sam the creeps. He had gotten used the wound as it started to heal quite quickly but he really just wanted to kill the monster and get the hell out of there. He hated hide and seek.
Dean peered through the room again, grinning to see Sam actually moving around. He was focused outside the window. "HEY dude"
Sam jumped out of his skin. "Jesus... don't... crap" They both chuckled, Sam more nervously. Dean punched Sams arm playfully. "C'mon brother chill out, we gotta keep moving. This monster likes to play hide and seek and not nicely" He referenced Sams wound. No matter how it got there Dean was determined to not make it another.
Sam nodded, finally them both getting out of that room. Sam sort of walked lifelessly behind Dean most of the time as Dean leaded the way down the hallway. They were quiet so they could stealthy look for weird happenings.
"Here.. monsty monsty monster" Dean murmured jokingly.
He turned back to check on Sam. "You're less on your game today Sam.. whatcha playin'-"
Sam strained more to his left and groaned as his knees buckled to the floor. The window opposite Dean snapped open and shut making a racket, the room got darker and Dean pointed his torch at Sam minding his eyes.
Sam clenched his fists closing his eyes. "Deeaaan"
Dean fell to the floor like Sam but held Sams arms. "Sammy... what's wrong... fuck... show yourself you sonofabitch!" Dean panicked, looking around the room. Dean was getting anxious, he couldn't do anything for his brother. Sam was covering his face with his big hands as he tried to conceal the pain he was feeling.
Sam panted frantically, curling up into a ball. Staying still. Everything went quiet.
Dean breathed out slowly feeling relief as everything stopped. "Sam..."
Suddenly the lights flickered back on and everything was normal. Dean stood up, the electric was surely disconnected but obviously not in this case.
Dean gazed down at Sam, Sam was sat with his legs up, his arms wrapped around his legs and his locks fell against his hands which were linked. "Its stopped now brother... " Dean winced, walking around Sam seeing two shadows casting over Sams figure, "Wait..."
Sam lifted his head instantly. "What.. what is i?"
"Stay still brother" Dean demanded, he knelt down hearing his bones click as he did. "Is that normal.... to have more than one shadow?"
Sam frowned, looking over at Dean. "What, what's that got to do with anything?"
Deans eyes looked up at Sam. His expression serious. "I said stay still. You have two shadows"
Sam bit his lip. "b-but there's nothing casting it"
Dean nodded silently. After a while of them saying nothing to each other. "Hows your gash?" Dean asked, he was now sitting next to Sam who hadn't moved as Dean instructed him.
"I can't feel it now.. it's a little numb though. How long do we have to stay like this?" Sam asked.
Dean narrowed his eyes at the floor. "Depends. I could call Cas... this floor probably won't last long. I can feel how damp it is on my ass"
Sam scoffed. "What about Bobby, he could get information about what exactly we are hunting"
Dean tutted. "And there was me thinking it was just a casual ghost hunt"
Sams eyes turned into puppy eyes. "Don't blame yourself Dean, it might as well of been a ghost hunt. Before we arrived it seemed obvious"
"My question is 'what happened to all the missing people?'" Dean declared.
Sam looked at the window hoping it wouldn't start making a racket again. "Hopefully I won't be the next"
Dean held out his hand to Sam, holding his arm which was still wrapped around his legs. "I'll call Cas before Bobby. Trust me, that's the only wound you're getting tonight"
End of this part-Laurenthebumblebee.