It was 100% fucking safe to say your new house was haunted. But with what? You had no idea.

You had just moved into this new house, it wasn’t too old, and it certainly wasn’t neglected in any way… There wasn’t even any sketchy deaths on the property as far as you know of… So originally you had no suspicions until shit started going down. You were freaked, obviously.

But, you did remember you had John Winchesters number due to a work incident where your boss was a skinwalker… Long story for another time?

Course, you didn’t know he had passed away which resulted in you getting Dean Winchester—John’s sons number from John’s voicemail. After giving Dean a breakdown of all the things that were going down, He told you he would be there shortly.

You weren’t exactly stoked to have a stranger staying with you, but if it meant getting to the bottom of this haunted house shit, you had to toughen up.

Eventually, you heard a couple of loud pounds onto your wood front door, signaling the arrival of the Winchester brothers. Whilst you let them in, they both give you a respectful nod of a greeting holding their duffles slung over their broad shoulders.

“So—…” The younger Winchester started, sitting down on your living room couch before opening his laptop. “Get this, there was a death here. In 1922 before the house was even built.”

“Oh yeah?” Dean asked, pulling out his sawed off to begin to clean it. Your eyes immediately dart to the way his hands work on the weapons as he works on getting the grime off. “So we’re dealing with a pissed off ghost from 1922? Great.”

You could literally just stand there and watch them plot. Or just watch Deans hands clean the weapons… Whatever makes you happy.