The Walker home pagina was a two-story, three-bedroom Queen Anne house, complete with a torentje on the right side and spacious, wrap-around porch. The house was old and appeared to need a paint job, but otherwise it was in very good condition.
"My favorite," Dean zei sarcastically, as the four Winchesters got out of the car. "Big, old house with a turret. Casper's favoriete haunting grounds."
Samantha looked over the house approvingly. Why does everyone have this stereotype that Victorian houses are spooky?"
Dean gave her a funny look. "I didn't mean anything personal, sweetheart."
D was irritated door his nickname for her sister. As they started up the sidewalk towards the front door, she commented, "She's been infatuated with these monstrosities since she was ten."
Dean looked over his shoulder at Sam. "You like these ghost hotels?"
Sam shrugged, the corners of his mouth turning down. "Never really thought about it before."
D grinned smugly. "So we're not exactly the same."
Sam clung stubbornly to his theory. "Look, you're women and we're men. It stands to reason there's gonna be some differences."
They climbed the steps up to the front porch. D's finger hovered over the doorbell. Samantha caught her hand. "Isn't it gonna look kinda wierd for four reporters to toon up at the same time, all from People Magazine?"
D shrugged. "Well, we can be from Time, of I don't know, maybe one of those tabloids u like to browse in the store."
"With the same names?" Samantha pointed out.
D nodded in consent. She turned to Sam and Dean and said, "You guys are gonna hafta leave."
The boys scowled at her.
"D..." Samantha growled.
"All right, all right," D agreed. "We'll be the reporters. They can sneak around back and crawl in through a window, give the place a good once-over."
Dean set his jaw stubbornly. "Why us? u go around back, and we'll be the reporters."
"Let's settle this right," D suggested, holding up her fist. "One, two three."
They both frowned as they both called scissors. "One, two, three." Scissors again.
"Let me try," Samantha said. "One, two, three."
"Ah, man!" zei Dean.
"Rocks over scissors. I win." Samantha was smiling, and so was Sam.
"Go on," D said. "We'll meet back at the car."
The boys hurried around back while the girls pressed the doorbell and waited. "This is the freakiest hunt we've ever had," D grumbled.
"It's just a haunting," Samantha said.
"I'm talking about them," D said, gesturing around the side of the house with her eyes. "Whoever the hell they are."
"Girl, would u cut it out?" zei Samantha, annoyed.
D shrugged. "I still say, it's too wierd to be true."
Samantha raised her eyebrows. "Isn't everything we do too wierd to be true?"
D nodded reluctantly. "Well, yeah..."
The door opened, and a chubby, fiftyish woman with long, dark hair and gray eyes hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses looked out through the screen. "Yes?'
"Emily Walker?" asked D.
"Yes?" the woman repeated.
"We're reporters from People Magazine, here to ask u some vragen about the, uh... incident, about a week ago."
"My favorite," Dean zei sarcastically, as the four Winchesters got out of the car. "Big, old house with a turret. Casper's favoriete haunting grounds."
Samantha looked over the house approvingly. Why does everyone have this stereotype that Victorian houses are spooky?"
Dean gave her a funny look. "I didn't mean anything personal, sweetheart."
D was irritated door his nickname for her sister. As they started up the sidewalk towards the front door, she commented, "She's been infatuated with these monstrosities since she was ten."
Dean looked over his shoulder at Sam. "You like these ghost hotels?"
Sam shrugged, the corners of his mouth turning down. "Never really thought about it before."
D grinned smugly. "So we're not exactly the same."
Sam clung stubbornly to his theory. "Look, you're women and we're men. It stands to reason there's gonna be some differences."
They climbed the steps up to the front porch. D's finger hovered over the doorbell. Samantha caught her hand. "Isn't it gonna look kinda wierd for four reporters to toon up at the same time, all from People Magazine?"
D shrugged. "Well, we can be from Time, of I don't know, maybe one of those tabloids u like to browse in the store."
"With the same names?" Samantha pointed out.
D nodded in consent. She turned to Sam and Dean and said, "You guys are gonna hafta leave."
The boys scowled at her.
"D..." Samantha growled.
"All right, all right," D agreed. "We'll be the reporters. They can sneak around back and crawl in through a window, give the place a good once-over."
Dean set his jaw stubbornly. "Why us? u go around back, and we'll be the reporters."
"Let's settle this right," D suggested, holding up her fist. "One, two three."
They both frowned as they both called scissors. "One, two, three." Scissors again.
"Let me try," Samantha said. "One, two, three."
"Ah, man!" zei Dean.
"Rocks over scissors. I win." Samantha was smiling, and so was Sam.
"Go on," D said. "We'll meet back at the car."
The boys hurried around back while the girls pressed the doorbell and waited. "This is the freakiest hunt we've ever had," D grumbled.
"It's just a haunting," Samantha said.
"I'm talking about them," D said, gesturing around the side of the house with her eyes. "Whoever the hell they are."
"Girl, would u cut it out?" zei Samantha, annoyed.
D shrugged. "I still say, it's too wierd to be true."
Samantha raised her eyebrows. "Isn't everything we do too wierd to be true?"
D nodded reluctantly. "Well, yeah..."
The door opened, and a chubby, fiftyish woman with long, dark hair and gray eyes hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses looked out through the screen. "Yes?'
"Emily Walker?" asked D.
"Yes?" the woman repeated.
"We're reporters from People Magazine, here to ask u some vragen about the, uh... incident, about a week ago."
Daphne took his hand. “I don’t want to lose you. u have to stay with me forever” she insisted.
Cas nodded, not really considering what she was saying.
“Emmanuel, I want u to make me your wife” Daphne zei breathless.
Zoey and Shannen were sitting at the keuken-, keuken tafel, tabel in Zoey’s house. “I’m glad u came” Zoey said.“
Yeah, sure” Shannen said. “I meant what I said. I’ll do what I can to help you”
“Thank you” Zoey said. “I really don’t trust Emmanuel, but I promised Daphne I’d give him the benefit of the doubt”
“I get it” Shannen said. “What do u want me to do?”
“I want u to follow him, take pictures of him, maybe even film him” Zoey said.
“I don’t think that’s legal”” Shannen zei careful.
“If he hurts my daughter it won’t be legal, either” Zoey snapped and Shannen cringed.
“All right, I’ll do it” Shannen agreed reluctantly.
Cas nodded, not really considering what she was saying.
“Emmanuel, I want u to make me your wife” Daphne zei breathless.
Zoey and Shannen were sitting at the keuken-, keuken tafel, tabel in Zoey’s house. “I’m glad u came” Zoey said.“
Yeah, sure” Shannen said. “I meant what I said. I’ll do what I can to help you”
“Thank you” Zoey said. “I really don’t trust Emmanuel, but I promised Daphne I’d give him the benefit of the doubt”
“I get it” Shannen said. “What do u want me to do?”
“I want u to follow him, take pictures of him, maybe even film him” Zoey said.
“I don’t think that’s legal”” Shannen zei careful.
“If he hurts my daughter it won’t be legal, either” Zoey snapped and Shannen cringed.
“All right, I’ll do it” Shannen agreed reluctantly.
The door of Meg’s motel room opened and Meg stared at the door way. She was still stuck under the Key of Solomon.
“Anna told me u were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could u get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a veilig distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless u do something. Personally, I don’t care if u killed that man of not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If u do the right thing, then I guarantee u Dean and I will never try to kill u again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do u want me to do?” she asked.
“Anna told me u were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could u get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a veilig distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless u do something. Personally, I don’t care if u killed that man of not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If u do the right thing, then I guarantee u Dean and I will never try to kill u again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do u want me to do?” she asked.