The girls got out to the car and began discussing Mrs. Walker's explanation. "How much of theat do anda believe?" asked Samantha.
"I'm not sure," D said, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "I think she'd hiding something. She was very brusque, especially when we were asking about ghosts and demons."
"She just Lost her husband," Samantha pointed out. "You can't expect her to give up information easily, especially when we're talking about someone she cared about so much."
D nodded. "Yeah, you're right. anda think maybe the daughter knows something?"
"Maybe," Samantha said, nodding. "Mrs. Walker was pretty anxious to make sure we didn't go near her." Samantha furrowed her brow, considering one obvious possibility. "Do anda think maybe the girls did kill her father?"
D shook her head. "No, the huraian sounded like a haunting to me." She nibbled on the inside of her cheek. "I think I know where we need to look now."
"Mrs. Walker's psychiatric case file," Samantha said.
"Bingo."
"She seemed to believe that Dr. Miller as completely as she disbelieved us."
"Probably told the doc things that she'll never tell us," D suggested.
"First, we gotta get Sam and Dean," Samantha reminded her.
D nodded reluctantly. "And fast, too, before they wake up Sleeping Beauty upstairs and get all our asses in boiling water."
The girls got out of the car and sneaked around to the back door.
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Sam and Dean scanned every inch of every room on the bahagian, atas floor until they came to a locked door. Sam glanced at Dean questioningly.
"Must be something good in there," Dean surmised.
Sam picked the lock and opened the door. The room inside was dark except for the soft blue glw of a lava lamp near the door. Dean reached for the light switch. Sam pulled his hand back, placed a finger on his lips, and poi9nted towards the other side of the room, where a young woman slept in a full-size bed.
Dean was surprised to see her, but he scanned the room with the EMF meter anyway. Sam moved his cell phone around. Nothing was menunjukkan up.
Dean held the EMF out towards a set of folding doors- and the EMF squealed. Dean let it squeal for a second, and Sam whispered fiercely, "Dean!"
Dean pulled the meter away. The girl roused up a little and rolled over. Sam was standing seterusnya to her katil and as she rolled over, she wrapped her arms around his arm like he was a teddy bear. Panic-stricken, Sam tugged slowly, trying to free himself without wakening her, and she only squeezed tighter. Sam looked up at Dean, his large, round anjing, anak anjing eyes pleading for help.
For once, it didn't work! Dean was too busy trying not to laugh. He joked, "Wow, anda must have something, after all. She likes you, and she's never even seen you. Of course, that could be the most significant part of her liking you."
Sam's lips tightened into a frustrated bitchface. "Hilarious," he whispered sarcastically.
Dean opened the closet door and looked inside. There was nothing there but a stereo set, turned on, but muted, silently emitting EMF waves. Dean looked back at Sam.
"Give me a hand!" a very perturbed Sam said.
Dean knelt down beside the katil and lifted the girl's arm slowly. The girl stirred for a minit and caught Dean's hand along with Sam's arm. Dean gave Sam a what-the-hell? look. Sam just scowled at Dean.
That's when D and Samantha came in. They took one small glance and both raised their eyebrows in amusement. Samantha folded her arms. D quipped, "Now, is this really the time for that? Although, I will admit, a threesome is pretty damn kinky."
Dean frowned. "Just get us out of here, will ya?"
The girls gently lifted the woman's arm so the boys could pull their hands free. The woman stirred once lebih and opened her eyes. She saw the four strangers in her room and she screamed.
Mrs. Walker appeared in the doorway, as if from out of nowhere, and glared at the Winchesters. "What the hell are anda doing here?"
They all gave her blank, frightened looks. "Uh..." Sam ventured.
"Get out of my house, NOW," Mrs. Walker ordered, "before I call the police!"
They obeyed without hesitation.
"I'm not sure," D said, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "I think she'd hiding something. She was very brusque, especially when we were asking about ghosts and demons."
"She just Lost her husband," Samantha pointed out. "You can't expect her to give up information easily, especially when we're talking about someone she cared about so much."
D nodded. "Yeah, you're right. anda think maybe the daughter knows something?"
"Maybe," Samantha said, nodding. "Mrs. Walker was pretty anxious to make sure we didn't go near her." Samantha furrowed her brow, considering one obvious possibility. "Do anda think maybe the girls did kill her father?"
D shook her head. "No, the huraian sounded like a haunting to me." She nibbled on the inside of her cheek. "I think I know where we need to look now."
"Mrs. Walker's psychiatric case file," Samantha said.
"Bingo."
"She seemed to believe that Dr. Miller as completely as she disbelieved us."
"Probably told the doc things that she'll never tell us," D suggested.
"First, we gotta get Sam and Dean," Samantha reminded her.
D nodded reluctantly. "And fast, too, before they wake up Sleeping Beauty upstairs and get all our asses in boiling water."
The girls got out of the car and sneaked around to the back door.
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Sam and Dean scanned every inch of every room on the bahagian, atas floor until they came to a locked door. Sam glanced at Dean questioningly.
"Must be something good in there," Dean surmised.
Sam picked the lock and opened the door. The room inside was dark except for the soft blue glw of a lava lamp near the door. Dean reached for the light switch. Sam pulled his hand back, placed a finger on his lips, and poi9nted towards the other side of the room, where a young woman slept in a full-size bed.
Dean was surprised to see her, but he scanned the room with the EMF meter anyway. Sam moved his cell phone around. Nothing was menunjukkan up.
Dean held the EMF out towards a set of folding doors- and the EMF squealed. Dean let it squeal for a second, and Sam whispered fiercely, "Dean!"
Dean pulled the meter away. The girl roused up a little and rolled over. Sam was standing seterusnya to her katil and as she rolled over, she wrapped her arms around his arm like he was a teddy bear. Panic-stricken, Sam tugged slowly, trying to free himself without wakening her, and she only squeezed tighter. Sam looked up at Dean, his large, round anjing, anak anjing eyes pleading for help.
For once, it didn't work! Dean was too busy trying not to laugh. He joked, "Wow, anda must have something, after all. She likes you, and she's never even seen you. Of course, that could be the most significant part of her liking you."
Sam's lips tightened into a frustrated bitchface. "Hilarious," he whispered sarcastically.
Dean opened the closet door and looked inside. There was nothing there but a stereo set, turned on, but muted, silently emitting EMF waves. Dean looked back at Sam.
"Give me a hand!" a very perturbed Sam said.
Dean knelt down beside the katil and lifted the girl's arm slowly. The girl stirred for a minit and caught Dean's hand along with Sam's arm. Dean gave Sam a what-the-hell? look. Sam just scowled at Dean.
That's when D and Samantha came in. They took one small glance and both raised their eyebrows in amusement. Samantha folded her arms. D quipped, "Now, is this really the time for that? Although, I will admit, a threesome is pretty damn kinky."
Dean frowned. "Just get us out of here, will ya?"
The girls gently lifted the woman's arm so the boys could pull their hands free. The woman stirred once lebih and opened her eyes. She saw the four strangers in her room and she screamed.
Mrs. Walker appeared in the doorway, as if from out of nowhere, and glared at the Winchesters. "What the hell are anda doing here?"
They all gave her blank, frightened looks. "Uh..." Sam ventured.
"Get out of my house, NOW," Mrs. Walker ordered, "before I call the police!"
They obeyed without hesitation.
