I DON'T OWN THE PLOT OR ANY SUPERNATURAL CHARACTERS. ONLY MY CHARACTER AND HER LIFE STORY.

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A/N - If you have stopped reading the series, or you haven't caught up to the most recent book, then you probably have no clue why this is being updated. I've decided to go through the books and do filler episodes (picked by my readers) that I skipped.

So, no, you're not crazy, and this update does not mean that you missed out on anything majorly important to the plot.

I initially did this episode on my last account that got taken down. But when I was redoing the whole book, this episode was missing parts and I was so annoyed and on a time frame that, I just skipped it altogether.

But, you guys wanted it and here it is! Hope you enjoy it. Look out for other fillers, in not just this book, but the others. Thank you for your support!

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4x11
Part One

There are many who don't wish to sleep for fear of nightmares. Sadly, there are many who don't wish to wake for the same fear.
~Rochelle E. Goodrich

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He did it.

Dean Winchester had finally got the guts to tell about his nightmare in Hell. It wasn't easy to tell, and it definetly wasn't easy to hear.

Nadia and Sam were glad that he finally let out his feelings. Unfortunately, opening the door to his feelings also opened the door to him dealing with it in his own Dean Winchester way.

It was the middle of the night. Instead of being in a hotel, the trio was on the side of the road.

Nadia was asleep beside Dean, who was wide away looking for cases. Sam was in the back, sleeping as well.

Instead of stopping at a hotel, Dean wanted to keep driving. The poor Winchester was having no control over his nightmares, making sleep the last thing he wanted to do.

As he flipped through files, looking for a case, Nadia's eyes slowly opened. The sound of Dean's rifling waking her.

She furrowed her eyebrows, pushing herself off the door.

Nadia looked over at her restless boyfriend, who was using a flashlight to read.

"Dean?" She rubbed her eyes. "Babe, what are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing?" Dean retorted, not looking at her.

Nadia cocked an eyebrow for a moment before rolling her eyes. "Like you're looking for a job."

"Yahtzee."

It didn't take a genius to know Dean wasn't doing good.

Nadia sincerely worried about him.

All she wanted to do was hold him, nurse him back to health, but he was going through his trauma in his own way. He needed to face it on his own. She couldn't fix him.

All she could do was be there for him, which meant being patient.

"Dean," She held the bridge of her nose. "We just finished a job like two hours ago."

"Adrenaline's still pumping, I guess," he shrugged.

It was quiet for a moment before he asked, "So, what do you think. . .Cedar Rapids, Tulsa, or Chi-Town?"

Truly exhausted, Nadia said, "I am all for working. I really am, I'm sure Sam is too." She vouched for the younger Winchester, who she didn't know had woken up. He laid quietly in the back, listening to the couple's conversation.

Sam himself was trying to be patient with his brother.

"But you got us chasing cases nonstop for like a month now. We need sleep."

"Dean," she tilted her head to the side, getting serious. "Dean, look at me."

"Nadia-"

"Look at me," she said sternly.

Reluctantly, with a sigh, Dean looked at the brown-eyed girl, fear and weary beaming in his eyes.

She caressed the side of his cheek, "you're exhausted, Dean."

Dean leaned his face into her palm, just her touch causing him to feel a little at ease.

He took hold of her hand, squeezing it. "I'm good."

To her dismay, he turned his head away.

"No, you're not," she objected. "You're running on fumes, and you can't run forever."

"From what you told us. . . Or are we pretending that never happened?"

"Stratton, Nebraska," Dean avoided her question causing her to glare. "Farm town. A man gets hacked to death in a locked room inside a locked house. No signs of forced entry."

"Sounds like a ghost." Sam finally spoke up from the backseat. He did not want the couple to get an argument.

Dean wasn't trying to make Nadia upset or be a douchebag. He was just avoiding the issue, as always.

"Yes, it does." Dean nodded, raising his eyebrows at Nadia, hoping she would just drop it.

Nadia huffed, not saying anything else.

She just looked forward.

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Nadia and the boys rode down a narrow road, passing an expansive grassy lawn that belonged to an old house in the distance.

Nadia stared at the large residence in curiosity. She wasn't a fan of haunted houses.

Just as the Impala arrived at the turn to go up the driveway, the trio didn't notice a sold sign hidden from the tall grass.

Dean pulls up to the house, puts the car in park, and they get out.

Nadia and Sam follow Dean up the stairs to the porch, where he takes out his picklock.

While he's getting the door open, Nadia gave the land a once over.

As a little girl, she always dreamed of living in a big house like this one. She would have a big lawn so all her kids could run around and play. Nowadays, the big homes that are far from the city are where freaky things happen.

That killed her dream, immensely.

Once Dean gets the door open, he closes it behind them after they walk in. They looked around the empty place, entering the living room where a steam radiant was on the wall next to the fireplace.

"Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide." Dean nodded in satisfaction. "This place is gonna sell like hotcakes."

Sam and Nadia chuckle and nod.

Sam led the two into the bright lime green and white kitchen where he and Nadia started to look through cabinets.

Dean spots a rectangular shape on the wall. It looked like someone had cut a hole and then painted over it.

He puts his hand over it. "Hey, check this out."

Dean knocks on the wall to find out it's hollow, "huh."

Sam touches it himself:

Nadia smirks, watching Sam turn around, his eyebrows raised.

Nadia shakes her head at the silly Winchester as she leaves out of the kitchen. The brothers follow her upstairs, and into the first empty bedroom they come across.

"Well, no bloodstains, fresh coat of paint, it's a bunch of bubkes." Said Dean as Sam walked around the room with his EMF meter.

"Needle's all over the place."

"Yeah, power lines," Nadia points as she looks out of the window.

"Great," Sam huffed, putting the device away. He turns to the closet and opens the door to see a doll head on the floor.

"Uh . . ." He frowned in discomfort.

Nadia and Dean stood by each other, staring at the doll head.

"Well, that's super-disturbing," Dean commented.

"Think it got left behind?" questioned Sam.

"By who?" Nadia scoffed. "Unless Bill Gibson likes to play with doll heads."

She turned away, walking over to the window just in time to see a car and a moving truck pulling up to the house.

"Boys, we got company."

The brothers came to look out the window with her.

"I thought you said this place was still for sale." Dean looks at Sam, who replies, "apparently, it's not."

"Let's go, say hi." Nadia was the first one to leave the room.

The boys followed her down the stairs and outside, where the family noticed them.

There were two kids - a teenage girl and a younger boy. Then it was their dog, their parents, and their uncle.

"Can I help you?" The father, Brian, asked.

"Hi," Nadia gave a friendly smile. "Are you the new owner?"

"Yeah." Brian nodded. "You guys are . . . ?"

"This is Mr. Stanwyk." Dean began to introduce them as they took out their badges. "Ms. Garnett. And I'm Mr. Babar. County code enforcement.

"We had the building inspected last week. Is there a problem?"

"Asbestos in the walls, a gas leak, yeah," answered Sam. "I'd say we got a problem."

"Asbestos?" Brian's wife Susan entered the conversation, standing with her daughter Kate and brother Ted. "Meaning what?"

Nadia spoke up. "Meaning, until this house is up to code, it's uninhabitable."

The family's face fell in confusion.

Brian shook his head. "Whoa whoa whoa. You're saying we can't stay here?"

"It's a health hazard. You don't want to," Dean tries to assure him.

Ted takes a step forward. "Hold up. We just drove four hundred miles."

"There's a motel just down the road," Nadia told him. "Until this gets cleaned up, I suggest you stay there."

"All right, and what if we don't?" Brian challenged.

Dean shrugged, "well, you get a fine or you go to jail. Pick your poison."

Brian gazed at the three suspicious, but they just looked right back at him, standing their ground.

Giving in, he turns to his family." One night."

Kate's jaw drops.

"One night, and I'll take care of everything," Brian assures them. "ASAP, I promise."

"Yeah, you do that," mumbled Dean as Ted stomped off.

"Another motel?" Kate complained. "Awesome, Dad. I hope this one has hooker sheets, like the last one." Nadia and Dean frowned at the girl's sass as she got in the car.

"Danny!" Susan called her son, who had been playing with the dog the entire time.

"Come on, Danny!" Brian yelled as Nadia, and the boys watched and made sure that they left.

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A woman named Mrs. Curry cleaned the house until the owner, Mr. Gibson, was killed there. Nadia and the boys found her address and went to ask her some questions in their FBI suits.

The three stood in front of Mrs. Curry's door, talking to her through the screen door.

"What did the room look like when you found it, Mrs. Curry?" Sam asked.

The curly gray-haired woman was leaning in the doorway. "I already told the local boys, there was blood everywhere."

The trio went quiet, exchanging glances at her information.

"How long have you been cleaning Mr. Gibson's house?" Nadia asked.

"About five years."

"So you knew him pretty well," Dean stated.

"Well, not really well." Mrs. Curry denied. "He was real private. Not the easiest man. Not that I blame him."

"What do you mean?" Sam questions.

"His wife dies in childbirth. Daughter hangs herself in the attic twenty years later. I'd be bitter, too." She nodded. "I think I got some pictures."

She goes off into her house, and after barely a minute, she's back. "Here," she opens the screen door, passing the two pictures to Nadia.

"Thanks." Nadia looked at the photos with the boys. One was of Mr. Gibson's daughter.

She was a pretty young girl. Had brown eyes, dark shoulder-length hair, and a cute smile. Then there was another picture of her and her father in front of the house.

"Can we keep these?" Nadia asked.

"Suit yourself."

Sam looks away from the pictures and up at Mrs. Curry. "Now, why'd the daughter kill herself?"

"I don't know," Mrs. Curry shrugged. "That was before my time."

"Did you ever notice anything odd in the house when you were cleaning it?" Dean asked as Nadia gave him the pictures to put in his pocket.

"Like what?"

"Like, you know, like lights going on and off, things not being where you left them."

"No." She answered quickly, but begin to think about something. "Well, maybe there was one thing."

"What's that?" asked Nadia.

"Well, sometimes, I thought I heard like a . . . rustling in the walls."

"Like a rat?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah."

"Must have been some big sons of guns out there, huh?" The older Winchester smirked.

"Wouldn't know. Never saw any."

"Do you happen to know where Mrs. Gibson and her daughter were buried?" Sam asked.

"They were both cremated."

Finished with the questions, they thanked Mrs. Curry for her time and made their way back to the Impala.

"All right," said Sam. "So it probably wasn't the mom or the daughter. Whose ghost was it?"

"I don't know," Dean answered, Nadia clueless as well. "But I say we give that place a real once-over and see."

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The Winchester brothers and Nadia wait until evening to go recheck the house. It was almost always at night that monsters decided to show themselves.

The trio pulled up the house to see the lights on and the family inside.

"Crap," cursed Dean. "So, what now?"

"We could tell them the truth," Sam answered from the back seat.

The couple furrowed their eyebrows, looking at him. "Really?"

"No, not really," Sam shook his head.

"Let's just wait it out," Nadia suggests, and the boys nod in agreement.

If the house was haunted, something was bound to happen, and it was best they were here if it did.

Ten hadn't even passed before they heard Kate screaming from inside the house.

Without a second thought, they got out of the car and quickly ran up the stairs.

Nadia knocks on the door.

The door got opened by Ted, who stepped back as the three welcomed themselves into the house.

"We heard screams," said Dean. "What's going on?"

"Oh, you three!" Brian said accusingly before looking straight at the guys. "Did you touch my daughter?!"

"What?" Dean frowned. "No."

As they were talking, no one noticed the dog leave right out the front door.

"Who are you guys?" Brian asked.

"Relax, please," Sam begged. "You have a ghost."

"A ghost," Brian repeated in disbelief.

"I told you!" A freaked out, Kate yelled.

"It's the girl!" added Danny.

Brian turned to the two, obviously not believing. "Both of you, relax." He made them go silent before turning to Nadia and the boys. "What are you guys playing?"

"Your family's in danger," Nadia informed him. "You need to get out of the house now."

As soon as she finished her sentence, the lights went out. An already frazzled Kate gasped as she got held by her mother.

"What the hell?" said Ted.

"Nobody move!" Dean immediately grabs Nadia's hand just to make sure she was okay.

Everyone went quiet, and suddenly they could hear the dog whining.

"Buster!" Danny yelled in fear of his pet and the danger he sounded like he was in.

Brian runs out of the house, followed by Ted, the boys, and Nadia. The group stood on the porch, listening to Buster howl in what sounded like pain.

"Buster!" Brian called out again. "Buster?" The dogs whimpering became more frequent. Brian and Ted to go down, following Buster's cries.

Nadia and the boys follow them.

"Buster! Buster!"

They ran around the house, stopping in their tracks. There was a path of blood across the grass.

"What the hell?" Ted furrowed his eyebrows in disgust.

They followed the trail to the moving truck, which had the words "TOO LATE" painted in Buster's blood.

Nadia and the boys exchange worried looks as Susan, and the kids came out on the porch to see.

"Buster!" Danny yelled for his pet.

"Go back inside," Brian looks at his family. When they didn't listen, he raised his voice. "Go!"

Susan pulled the kids away, leading them back into the house.

"We are not the bad guys, but you're in danger," Dean says.

"First thing's first," said Sam. "You got to get your family out of here."

Ted and Brian looked at each other for a moment realizing whatever this was, was serious.

They return to the house to gather Susan and the kids, and the trio walks them out.

"Head to the motel I was talking about," Nadia said as they followed the family downstairs. "You'll be safe there."

"What are you three gonna do?" Brian asked as they approached their cars.

"Oh, no! Oh, come on!" Dean's gaze went to the Impala's slashed tires.

While Sam checked the trunk, Brian checks his car while Ted goes to the moving truck.

"Guys, the guns are gone," said a shocked Sam. "So is the . . . Basically, everything is gone."

"Seriously?" Nadia's eyes widened.

"Truck's no good," Ted ran back to the group.

"Both tires slashed," added Brian.

Dean looked around infuriated:

"What's going on?" asked a scared Kate. "What's going on?" She turns around, noticing a girl in the woods.

Kate screams in fear. "She's there! She's there!"

Everyone looks but doesn't see anything.

"Where?!" Susan asked.

"She was right there in the woods!"

With only flashlights left, Nadia and the boys stood with theirs, pointing into the woods.

"What's a ghost doing outside?" Dean asked.

Nadia looks at him, "you want to stay and find out?"

Dean didn't have to be asked twice.

He turns off his flashlight. "Everybody inside."

"Are you crazy?" Ted was not okay with that plan. "We need to get the hell out of here!"

"In what?!" Nadia yelled at him. "This ghost is hunting us!"

Dean and Sam were a little surprised at her yelling, she was usually a people person, but again, she wasn't a fan of a haunted house.

Dean knew that.

"Everybody back inside now!" she demanded.

"Move!"