Another Life / Book Ten / The Life Series / Supernatural

Safe House

It was two weeks later.

Sam, Dean and I had taken Aiden out to a cafe to clear our heads, sitting at a table.

Aiden was sitting in a high chair, messing with a napkin.

Dean was eating a hamburger.

I was drinking coffee.

Sam was picking at his food.

I sighed. "All right, nothing on Amara. Nothing on Cas. Keep your head up. We're gonna win this. Remember?"

"Yeah, that was before two weeks of squat," Sam told us.

"Yeah, well, look, nobody said it was gonna be easy," I told them. "You know the drill. In the meantime, you two need to hunt. Check this out." I pulled out my iPad with the case information on it to show them. "Naoki Himura. Said her little girl was attacked by an entity."

"Kid's in a coma?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "Only site of trauma is what the mom is describing as a handprint from the alleged attacker. But no one else was in the house at the time, so..."

"So, vengeful spirit?" Dean asked. "Poltergeist?"

"It's worth finding out," I told them. "It's only a couple hours away."

"You really think now is the time to take our eye off the prize?" Sam asked.

"We can't just sit around and--and wait for a lead," I told them. "Well, I have to, but you guys don't." I noticed that Aiden was trying to eat the napkin, taking it away. "Plus, it would be nice to get a win. This case seems like a lay-up."

Dean scoffed. "Yeah? When's the last time we had a lay-up?"

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I went back to the bunker with Aiden.

Dean and Sam called me.

"What? Are you saying that Rufus and my dad worked a case there back in the day?"

"Maybe," Dean told me. "I mean, we've had houses with multiple ghosts before."

"I don't know, Ness," Sam told me. "I mean, the world is small, but it's not that small."

"I've got a couple of my dad's old journals in the trunk of my car. Why don't I dig into those, dig into the history of the house, see what's what?"

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I had put Aiden to bed, in the garage of the bunker, standing at the trunk of my car, going through my dad's journals.

My phone was on speaker on the top of the car.

"Get this," Dean told me. "Manager of our motel said two FBI Agents stayed here years ago. So, I got the same room. For luck."

I smiled a small smile.

"There were two deaths at the house," Sam told me. "The first was accidental. And, Dean, don't laugh. A dude choked on a chicken bone. And the other was a murder. A man shot his wife."

"Well, Rufus and my dad were definitely on a ghost hunt." I read from my dad's journal. "'Grand Rapids, Michigan. Possible ghost hunt with jackass'. That's all we wrote. I guess Dad never got around to finishing it. Slacker."

"Okay, so they were either hunting chicken bone or ass-hat," Dean told us. "One ghost breaks bad back then, the other's been marinating until now. The only problem I see is that we don't know what bones Bobby and Rufus burned, so we might have to... dig up two graves."