A few days later. Night.
I yawned and rolled around in the uncomfortable seat. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Dean looking through the newspapers.
Sam was still asleep in the backseat.
I yawned again "what are you doing?"
Dean "What's it look like I'm doing? "
It's now that i realized that Dean had put his jacket over me to keep me warm.
Me " Like you're looking for a job."
Dean nodded "Yahtzee. "
I whined tired "but we just finished a job like two hours ago."
Dean "Adrenaline's still pumping, I guess. So, what do you think... Cedar Rapids, Tulsa, or Chi-Town? "
Me "You know how much i love hunting, Dean, but i don't love it as much as sleep. We need to sleep, Dean, you need to sleep "
Dean nodded "Yeah, we can sleep when we're dead. "
I eyed him for a second "Dean, look at me"
He didn't look at me.
I put a hand on his arm and his arm relaxed. He then looked at me.
I said softly "You're exhausted, Dean."
Dean looked at the newspaper " I'm good. "
I shook my head "no, you're not. You're trying to run but you can't forever"
He looked at me " And what am I running from? "
Me "You know what i am talking about. Or are we pretending that never happened? "
Dean " Stratton, Nebraska. Farm town. A man gets hacked to death in a locked room inside a locked house. No signs of forced entry."
I went to say something but he shot me a pleading look.
I sighed "Sounds like a ghost. "
Dean nodded " Yes, it does"
Me "then what are you waiting for? drive"
He smirked.
I yawned and closed my eyes "Wake me when we're there"
At the house.
We walked into the house and looked around. It was pretty old and dusty.
Dean " Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is gonna sell like hotcakes"
They started to look around.
Dean " Hey, check this out."
He knocked on the wall. It's hollow.
Dean " Huh. "
Sam " It's probably a dumbwaiter. All these old houses had them. "
Dean scoffed "Know-it-all. "
Sam asked irritated " What?"
Dean asked back " What? "
Sam "You said... "
Dean "What? "
Sam shook his head "Never mind."
We walked into the bedroom.
Dean "Well, no bloodstains, fresh coat of paint, it's a bunch of bubkes."
Sam looked at the EMF "Needle's all over the place. "
Dean " Yeah-power lines. "
Sam "Great. "
We walked to the closet and Sam opened it.
A doll head was on the floor.
I shook my head "please, don't"
I looked away and saw Dean looking my way with a grin.
Sam "Think it got left behind?"
Me "Wouldn't surprise me "
Dean " By who? Unless Bill Gibson likes to play with doll heads."
Suddenly we heard cars outside.
I looked out of the window and saw A car and moving truck pulling over.
I looked at Sam confused"I thought you said this place was still for sale."
Sam "Apparently, it's not."
I sighed and we walked outside.
A girl looked at us " Who are they?"
We walked to the family.
Guy " Can I help you? "
Sam "Hi. Are you the new owner? "
He nodded "Yeah. You guys are...?"
Dean " This is Mr. Stanwyk and Ms.Brell. I'm Mr. Babar. County code enforcement. "
We showed them our badges and then put them away.
Guy "We had the building inspected last week. Is there a problem? "
Sam " Asbestos in the walls, a gas leak-yeah, I'd say we got a problem."
The woman asked " Asbestos? Meaning what? "
Sam " Meaning until this house is up to code, it's uninhabitable."
The guy "Whoa whoa whoa. You're saying we can't stay here?"
Dean " It's a health hazard. You don't want to-"
Another guy "Hold up. We just drove four hundred miles. "
Dean " There's a motel just down the road. Till this gets cleaned up, I suggest you stay there."
Guy nodded " All right, and what if we don't? "
Me " Well, you get a fine or you go to jail. Pick your poison. "
The guy sighed "One night. One night, and I'll take care of everything, ASAP, I promise. "
Dean nodded "Yeah, you do that. "
the girl whined "Another motel? Awesome, Dad. I hope this one has hooker sheets, like the last one."
The woman called out " Danny! "
Guy "Come on, Danny!"
At the Curry's Home.
Sam "What did the room look like when you found it, Mrs. Curry? "
Mrs Curry "I already told the local boys, there was blood everywhere. "
Dean " And Mr. Gibson-where was he? "
Mrs Curry "Everywhere. "
I nodded.
Sam "How long have you been cleaning Mr. Gibson's house? "
Mrs Curry "About five years."
Dean " So you knew him pretty well. "
Mrs Curry "Well, not really well. He was real private. Not the easiest man. Not that I blame him. "
Sam asked confused " What do you mean? "
Mrs Curry "His wife dies in childbirth. Daughter hangs herself in the attic twenty years later. I'd be bitter, too. I think I got some pictures."
She walked away and then came back " Here. "
She handed us some pictures.
Dean " Thanks. Can we keep these?"
Mrs Curry "Suit yourself. "
Sam "Now, why'd the daughter kill herself? "
Mrs Curry shrugged "I don't know. That was before my time"
Dean " Did you ever notice anything odd in the house when you were cleaning it?"
Mrs Curry "Like what? "
Dean "Like, you know, like lights going on and off, things not being where you left them."
Mrs Curry "No. Well, maybe there was one thing."
Sam " What's that? "
Mrs Curry "Well, sometimes, I thought I heard like a...rustling in the walls. "
Me "like an animal? maybe a rat?"
She nodded "
Dean " Must have been some big sons of guns out there, huh? "
She shrugged "Wouldn't know. Never saw any. "
Sam "Do you happen to know where Mrs. Gibson and her daughter were buried? "
Mrs Curry "They were both cremated. "
I nodded "okay, well, then our job here is finished. Thank you for your time, Mrs. Curry"
She nodded "i'm glad i could help"
I smiled and the boys and i walked back to the Impala.
Sam " All right. So it probably wasn't the mom or the daughter. Whose ghost was it?"
Dean " I don't know. But I say we give that place a real once-over and see. "