Stairway to Heaven

Meeting the Winchesters

"Who's there?" Sam called. He stepped cautiously inside, Dean close behind. The EMF thingy was whirring nonstop and it was driving me nuts.

"Turn that stupid thing off," I said knowing full well they wouldn't hear me. Dean looked up and straight at me! "Y-you can... you can see me?"

"Who are you?" Sam said insistently. For a moment I was too astounded to speak. When I finally came to my senses Sam had opened his mouth to repeat himself,

"Muse," I blurted, "my name is Muse. I was afraid you didn't get my call." Sam stepped forward.

"You called us?" I nodded. "How did you even possess a phone from that far away?"

"I actually possessed the one here but that's not important right now. You can't be here when the family wakes up and I have so much I need to tell you." I lead them to the living room and sat down on the recliner across from the couch where the boys sat. With relief, I urgently explained how I'd gotten Bobby's number and why I needed their help. They listened intently to my story and then they asked me the question I had been avoiding for some time.

"What's in the basement?" Dean asked intently.

"I don't know. I haven't let it out since I locked the basement door. But whatever it is it's evil. It's tried to get out every night since and whenever I walk past it I can feel its anger. If I let it out it'll kill me, this family, and anyone who enters the house." Dean looked skeptical, Sam looked worried. "What? You don't believe me?"

"It's not that we don't believe you. It's just that," Sam hesitated then continued, "If this spirit is so evil how have you been able to keep the door locked? How are you more powerful than it?" That caught me off guard. I didn't think they would catch onto that so quickly, and I didn't have my answer ready.

"I- I don't- I can't-" Sam cut me off.

"What aren't you telling us, Muse?" The grandfather clock struck five and I snapped out of it.

"You have to get out of here," I said urgently, "they'll be waking up any minute!"

Dean got up and walked over to me. "We'll research the records of this house and we'll be back tomorrow night. What time are they usually asleep?"

"10:30," I said. They were staying to help. I was beyond relieved! At that moment the basement door started shaking and I ran over to it and beat my hand against the door, yelling the only thing I knew would work. a prayer my mom told me every night when I was a kid. The rattling stopped and calm reclaimed the morning.

"What the hell-" Sam started but it was my turn to cut him off.

"They'll be up any minute. Get out before they call the cops!" Dean, though obviously wishing he could sit me down and demand an explanation, grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him to the door. On his way out he turned and called me back.

"Be careful, Muse." He said with what looked like actual concern. And with that one sentence that took my metaphorical breath away, he was gone and Dezarae started to cry.