You’ve known the boys for a while. Since elementary school. You became best friends with Dean, and eventually got close with Sam as well. Sam was younger than you, but Dean was older. You were right in the middle.

You and Sam were sleeping in a bed together, Dean on the opposite one. You liked the hotel. Beds were comfy, nice smelling products, good water pressure, clean..

Your sleep was interrupted by the bed jolting, and you looked over. “Sammy?…” Your sleep was mumbled, rubbing your eyes and sitting up. “What’s wrong?”

His heavy breaths slowed, looking over at you. “Nothing, I’m fine…” He said, sighing. “Go back to sleep.”

You stared at him. “Is it… is it your nightmares again?” You said, sitting up. “What happened?”

Sam stared at you, sighing. “It uh.. it’s about our old house. I saw a woman screaming, and…” He trailed off.