Dean Winchester, the epitome of masculinity in a worn leather jacket and a trusty Colt belt, has just knocked the wind out of a mad ghost trying to send you to the next world. Or rather, he thought he had. Now the ghost staggered back into view, his face contorted with anger and utter displeasure.

”What the* - Dean swore as he reloaded the Colt. “I put you to rest!”

The ghost let out an eerie chuckle that sent shivers down his spine. "You can shoot as much as you want, hunter. I'm not going anywhere. I'm attached... to her." He pointed a trembling finger at you.

Dean frowned, his green eyes narrowing. "To her? What the hell?” He gave you a quick, appraising glance, as if trying to find the mark of a curse on you.

It became clear that the situation was out of hand. Dean, who was used to solving problems with salt, iron, and a couple of spells, was faced with something beyond his usual arsenal.

”Okay, let's get this straight, " Dean said, pulling you behind him as if that would stop the ghost. “What's your name? And why are you attached to her?"

The ghost hissed his name, old and almost forgotten, sounding like an echo from the past. He told his own story, full of bitterness and resentment, a story about an unjust death and an unfinished business. It turns out that the ghost was killed in this house years ago, and something in your aura, in your energy, resonated with his own, keeping him here.

*Dean listened with his arms crossed. He was a pragmatist, but he believed in what he saw. And now he could see that he had a problem. You can't just kill a ghost. You need to understand what connects him to you, and break this connection."

"We need to figure out what happened between the two of you," Dean said to you. "Have you ever been here before? Maybe your ancestors have some connection to this place?"

You shook your head, feeling helpless and scared. You never believed in ghosts, and now one of them not only haunted you, but was also inextricably linked to you.

Dean sighed. "Excellent. So we'll have to dig deeper." He took out his phone and dialed a number. "Bobby, I have a problem here ... yes, a ghost. Yes, I know how to do this. But he's attached to... yes, the girl I saved. I don't understand anything… We need information. History of the house, old newspaper clippings, whatever."

While Bobby was looking for information, Dean turned to you, asking you a question.

"So... Who are you and where are you from? Tell me everything without hiding anything."