Justice

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For Dean and Sam Winchester, life has been going crazy lately. The apocalypse fiasco was finally over, and they could return to their usual "normal" days, or as normal as their hunter life could be.

"So... what do we have this time, Sammy?" asked Dean as he leaned on his car seat, glancing at his brother, who was staring intensely at his computer.

" This time our case is in England , Surrey "

Dean whistled as he kept tapping his baby's steering wheel. "That's quite far, isn't it? "

"Yeah, but it's been going on for almost 2 years, and I thought that changing scenes would be a relief for us. after... you know ".

Dean sighed as he looked away towards the window. " So? what are we dealing with?"

"From what I observed, it seems to be a ghost."

" Oh ?"

"Some people disappear for about a day or two, then when they wake up, they all find themselves in front of the same house, not recalling anything about their disappearance."

" I would've thought they would have been found dead if it was a ghost "

"Well, I thought a ghost made sense since it's a certain house they found themselves in front of and the house was apparently deserted by a previous family called Dursley.It consists of the parents, Petunia and Vernon Dursley, and their son, Duddley Dursley," Sam explained as he laid out their pictures for his brother to see.

They were both silent for a moment before snorting and then dissolving into laughter.

"What kind of family is this? A horse, a walrus, and a piglet," said Dean, heaving between laughter.

"Stop it, Dean, it's serious," reprimanded the younger, who was also struggling to stop laughing.

" Pff...hahaha . fine But seriously, what kind of name is Duddley "

"Sounds like a name for a pet. Piggy. Pfft."

And back to laughing again.

"Okay, okay, we should stop. So we got a ghost in our hands ? one that lives in those Dursleys' home "

"Well, it doesn't look too harmful. Hopefully it will be easy, and we will get some time to enjoy it there." They both smiled at the thought; they really needed a break.

"Well then, off we go. What street or neighborhood was the house in again?"

" hum ? some place called Little Whinging

The rest of the ride to the airport was spent laughing as well .

One should never laugh so much in one go . You never know what would happen to turn it all upside down.

Two men in suits walked around the neighborhood of Little Whinging; one of them was gloomy and kept glaring at the taller of the two.

" Dean, would you please stop pouting? We couldn't bring the impala with us, it would've taken too long to plan on a way to get it here."

" What's a vacation without my baby? It was entirely your fault, bitch.

"Jerk"

" Tch! Anyway, was it number four?We should probably talk to the neighbors, huh? To get more info and all that "

"Yeah, let's start that way."

The two made their way to the house with the number 5 on it. That was the only difference between all the houses here—the "too normal" vibe of this whole neighborhood was a bit too creepy to be honest. They knocked on the door and waited for the owner to open. What greeted them was an elderly lady who looked at them curiously.