freaks come out at night, SPN, DISCONTINUED

025. banshees

"Seriously? This is an old folks' home?" Sam asks as they get out of the Impala.

"Looks awesome." Dean comments. "Maybe we ought to make a reserveration."

"Yeah, we should be so lucky to live long enough." Sam scoffs, going inside.

"Well, isn't he just the biggest optimist?" Daphne quietly remarks.

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Sam dumps several pill bottles onto the table that the siblings and Dean are sitting at. Daphne is doodling on her cast while Dean and Billy are looking through files.

"Turns out Harold was stealing the other residents' Viagra." Sam states.

"I know. A real dick move, huh?" Dean chuckles.

"So, I got an EMF hit in his room, but I got an EMF hit on pretty much every floor in the building." Sam says. "How many people died in this place?"

"Arthur, the, uh... heartbroken manager, he gave me access to all the residents' files. This is everyone who has passed here." Dean says. "Now, uh... this guy, Jake Townsend, had beef with Harold, but it wasn't over blue pills."

"Whoa. Jake filed a formal complaint against Harold?"

"Yeah, apparently Harold was stealing his pension checks and cashing them for himself. Now, when Jake died, his family filed a civil suit against Harold, but it just got caught up in the courts and never went to trial."

"So maybe Jake stuck around as a vengeful spirit, took matters into his own hands. All right. So, where's Jake Townsend buried?" Sam questions.

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After burning the body, they're back at the retirement home the next day since Arthur died last night.

"Arthur said he heard something, like a scream." Mildred says.

"And did you hear anything?" Sam asks.

"I didn't hear a thing... except the sound of Arthur bashing his head through that window." Mildred says. "He just wanted that noise to stop. He said, "Get it out of my head.""

"Hmm. Did you notice anything else, a drop in temperature?" Dean asks.

"No. But the power went out. And when I looked through the broken window, I saw something." Mildred says.

"What did you see, exactly?" Sam asks.

"You're not gonna believe me. They certainly didn't. But I know what I saw. This isn't my first brush with something like this. I saw a ghost 10 years ago. Nobody believed me then either."

"We believe you, Ms. Baker." Dean says, grabbing her hand.

"Oh, Agent Osbourne, thank you." She holds his hand. "I feel so much safer knowing the FBI is looking into this." The others smile as Dean tries to get his hand free.

"Well, that's... I'm just gonna need my hand back." Dean says.

"Oh, okay." Mildred laughs, letting go of Dean.

"Ms. Baker, what did you see?" Sam asks.

"It was a woman. Long, flowing hair, blood red robes, sunken eyes, and-and she was... feeding on Arthur's head." Mildred says, her voice cracking.

"I'm so sorry. Um, excuse me one second." Sam says, walking over to a maid. Dean goes to follow, but Mildred stops him.

"Oh. Please don't leave me, Agent Osbourne." Mildred says.

"No, no. We're not going anywhere." Dean says.

After a bit, Mildred leaves and Sam makes his way back over.