Dean heard the gravel crunch under the tires as he pulled onto the long drive way to the house. Before this moment this job seemed like a waste of time, but as he pulled the Impala to a stop in front of the old house a chill ran up his spine. Beside him Sam moved to get out of the car, but Dean reached out and held his shoulder.

"Wait." Dean said plainly not taking his eyes off of the house.

"What?" Sam asked, sensing his undertone.

"Something doesn't feel right." Dean said finally turning to look at his kid brother.

"Yeah." Sam said with sarcasm on his tongue. "That's why we're here." Sam gave him a reassuring smile, and opened the car door. Dean followed suit as he walked around to the front of the car to meet sam.

"Damn." He said looking up at the monstrous house before him. "Dude, seriously. Damn." He said again for colour.

"Who the hell is Bobby friends with?" Sam asked.

"Same people we should be." Dean said taking a step towards the front door, unable to shake the uneasy feelings running up and down his spine.

Sam walked closely behind Dean making their way to the front, as something caught his eye. On the second floor of the house, Sam saw a little girl staring out the window at them. Her eyes were glowing red.

"Dude, second floor, forth window from the right." Sam poked Dean, trying to look nonchalant.

"What the-" Dean got out before front door opened and a woman in her thirties came out towards Sam and Dean.

"Boys! I've been expecting you!" She exclaimed running up to the and wrapping them in a group hug. Shock ran through them both as they clammed up against the hug. Taking their attention off of the strange happening in the window. "Oh my, I'm sorry some people say I can be too friendly!" She continued as she stuck out her hand to shake theirs. "I'm Linda, pleasure to meet you both. Bobby has told me so much about you!" She said with a smile as she gladly shook both of their hands. Linda was tall, blond and beautiful, no older then thirty; her smile brought with it a warmth that Dean had only experienced once before the thought brought a smile to his face.

"Right. I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam. Sorry but Bobby hasn't really told us anything about you. Other then your-" cough "-problem." Dean said trying to get Sam's attention as he stared off onto the second floor.

"Yes, well I'm not surprised. He never has been much of a talker." Distracted by Sam staring off into the distance she followed his gaze to the second floor, seeing nothing, she continued. "I met Bobby about ten years ago, I had a little problem that turned into a big problem and he ended up saving my life." She explained crossing her arms over her chest.

"What kind of problem? I mean if you don't mind me asking that is." Dean said shyly.

"No no, it was... well it's kind of embarrassing. See I was naive back then, and when someone said poltergeist I thought Hollywood, not being thrown across a room into a wall." She explained, showing Dean the long scar across her forehead that she covered with hair.

"Yeah, those things are a bitch." Dean said with a smile as Sam finally entered the conversation.

"So your house. Think it's a poltergeist?" He said as he took out his EMF reader from his bag.

"No, not this time. I can definitely feel a presence, but it's not a poltergeist." She turned on her heal and walked back towards the house.

"Feel it's presence?" Sam asked curiously.

"Right... probably should have mentioned." She said turning back to Sam and Dean. "I can sorta of sense, when there is a supernatural entity near me. It started around the same time as the last one, but I figured, you know, I'm going crazy, I can't sense ghosts? Glad I snapped out of that." She smiled, catching Dean's eye.

"Trust me lady, I've seen crazy, and you ain't it." Dean smiled.

"Good to hear." She said walking back to the house and pulling the front door open, inviting the boys inside. "Well it all started about two weeks after we moved in. I could hear screaming in the middle of the night while my husband was sleeping, he heard nothing. Then one morning I woke up and there was blood all over the walls as if the house itself was bleeding. Things started disappearing and being moved. I keep finding broken glass and frames. There is something going on inside this house."

"Why didn't you leave?" Sam asked moving the EMF reader around the walls.

"You can't always run away, some times you have to fight it out... or you perish." She said leading the way up the staircase.

"Well said." Sam said following suit.

Entering the bedroom on the second floor, cold air swept through the room, ruffling Sam's hair as it went. The tiny hairs on the back of Dean's neck stood on end as he walked through the room cautiously.

"Something is definitely going on here." He said, unable to remember when he had felt that feeling before.

"EMF is going crazy. You think it's Patterson?" Sam asked as Linda left them to look around her house.

"I don't know. Whatever it is, it's definitely evil." Dean answered looking out the window onto the play ground behind the house.

"So, you, ah, been givin' her the eye since we got here." Sam said looking around the room.

"What?" Dean turned looking in Sam's direction.

"Linda, you've been smiling like a fool since we met her. She is married you know." Sam said finally looking up at his brother's face.

"Dude, why are you even going there?" Dean said defensively. "I was just being polite."

"Define polite?" Sam smiled.

Instead of an answer, Sam's reply was an eye roll and audible sigh. Turning around Dean continued his investigation down the hallway to the next room. Sam laughed to himself as he opened the closet door bring the EMF in front of him.

"Weird." He said to himself as he closed the door and followed Dean.

Dean walked down the hallway flash light in hand looking for any sign of any spirit that might live in the house, making his way to the end of the hallway the floor boards beneath his feet creaked stopping him in his tracks. Shifting his feet around he noticed the spot he stood was the only weak spot on the floor. Feeling another presence he turned on his heal, expecting Sam, but found himself alone.

"Sammy?" He called out, finding him still back in the room he once occupied. "Odd." He said in a low tone, as the temperature around him began to drop. Freezing the air as it left his lips.

The hunter in him stood ready, waiting for anything that might be thrown at him. Making mental notes of the long hallway, he took in the floor boards, the windows with wooden shutters, and the tall white ceilings. The muscles in his neck tightened as the air took a freezing low as it hit his skin.

"Sammy, where are you?" He called out, realizing how deathly silent the hallway had become.

"Get out." He heard someone say, in barely a whisper. The calm voice drifted through his head softly, he felt it beating on the inside of his ears.

"Get out." It repeated, over and over, getting louder. Dean flinched, feeling the pressure on the top of his head increasing.

"Get Out!" It began to scream from the inside of Dean's head. Grabbing the sides of his head he grimaced in pain. Pulling his hands back he noticed the steady flow of blood that was rushing down the sides of his face from his ears. His vision began to blur as Sam stepped into his line of vision from the other end of the hallway. His mouth was moving, he was yelling at his brother, but Dean couldn't hear anything but the screaming inside his own head as he dropped to his knees.

"Dean!" Sam yelled as he ran towards his brother. Now on his hands and knees as blood dripped from his chin to the floor, Dean looked up at his brother as his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell forward landing on the floor.