Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 27, 2014 10:58:38 GMT -5
Sam tried hard to hide his dissapointment. He had been so sure that his dream was going to lead them straight to the thing that had killed their mother and his girlfriend and they were finally going to kill it and put this whole nightmarish 22 years behind them so he could go back to Stanford and live a normal life. But none of that was true. He tried to mentally console himself by reminding himself that at least they were going to be able to help a family, even if it wasn't by killing whatever had killed Mary and Jessica.
He was jerked from his internal woes by Missouri commenting that there was more than one spirit lurking in their old house. She nodded somberly. "I can't quite make out the second spirit, but the first is a polterguist. A nasty one too." She put one hand on the wall, closing her eyes, and soaking in the energy. Sam and Dean looked at each other for about the tenth time since they had entered the nursery. Sam tried to sift through everything that was swirling around in his head at the moment so he could think of something to say, but just standing in his old nursery...in the place where it had all started...seemed to be making him tongue-tied. It seemed to have the same effect on Dean, who was continuing to simply stare around the room like he'd seen a ghost...well, that might not be the best metaphor for the glazed, haunted look in his eyes as truthfully, seeing ghosts was a pretty normal occurance for them.
He was jerked from his internal woes by Missouri commenting that there was more than one spirit lurking in their old house. She nodded somberly. "I can't quite make out the second spirit, but the first is a polterguist. A nasty one too." She put one hand on the wall, closing her eyes, and soaking in the energy. Sam and Dean looked at each other for about the tenth time since they had entered the nursery. Sam tried to sift through everything that was swirling around in his head at the moment so he could think of something to say, but just standing in his old nursery...in the place where it had all started...seemed to be making him tongue-tied. It seemed to have the same effect on Dean, who was continuing to simply stare around the room like he'd seen a ghost...well, that might not be the best metaphor for the glazed, haunted look in his eyes as truthfully, seeing ghosts was a pretty normal occurance for them.
