Fractured

Letting It Out

I almost jumped out of my skin as the front door to the car swung open and Sam plopped down in his seat. He looked back at us and then looked at me and asked the question of the year, "Are you, okay."

I rolled my eyes, but nodded at him, giving him a small smile. He smiled in return and whipped out his notepad he must've taken notes on.

"What do you got," Dean asked once he saw it.

"Well, I found a Martin Murdock, lived in that house in the thirties. He did have children, but only two of them, both boys. Plus there is no record that he killed anyone," Sam explained. "I also called the police while I was at it and there were no missing bodies found. That girl these kids found, it's like she never existed."

I looked at Sam in confusion and shared a look with Dean. None of this is making any sense. I mean first we are told this story, but then none of the facts check out. So, what is actually going on here?

Dean let out a heavy sigh and said, "I think we need to let this one go, I think it's a bust. Plus those hellhound boys back there probably just made it up."

I looked at Dean confused again and asked, "What about the feeling I got, though."

Sam looked over at me surprised as I spoke and Dean answered, "Maybe it wasn't a feeling. Maybe you just weren't feeling well." I continued to look at him as I let out a deep sigh. Maybe he was right.

Sam nodded and said, "Alright."

Dean smirked and said, "Well I say we head to a bar, and get some beers."

He quickly got out of the back seat after squeezing my hand and hopped into the driver's seat. He started the car and I swear I almost had a heart attack as the car came alive. The speakers were at full volume and Dean screamed quickly lowering it. He glared at Sam as he chuckled, and I swatted him on the back of his head.

"That's really the best you got," Dean questioned.

Sam simply continued to laugh as he held up a finger, proudly signaling he had gained a point. I rolled my eyes, and relaxed in my seat as Dean pulled out of the parking spot to look for a bar.

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Last night was the first night all week that I got more than three hours of sleep, and I was starting to feel a little but better. That was until Sam got notified that another girl had gotten strung up in the haunted house.

I rolled my eyes and looked at the boys in irritation. So my feeling wasn't just me feeling sick, it was a real vibe I got off the place.

We all got ready for the day and headed back to the house. It wasn't rainy out so the mud was hard and easier to walk on today. We all walked up to one officer as they were wheeling the dead girl's body out.

"What happened here," Dean asked, getting right to it.

The man looked up to us and explained, "They say the poor girl hung herself up in the house."

"Suicide," Sam asked confused.

"Yeah. She was a straight A student with a full ride to college. It just doesn't make any sense," He finished walking away from us.

We all stood there for a second watching them roll the body away next to us and then Sam asked, "So, what do you think?"

"I think we missed something," Dean said, turning to look at Sam and me.

I nodded in agreement there is definitely something we are missing here. I couldn't help the shiver that passed through my body as I stared at the house. Something is definitely going on in there.