𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

005

"Tell me where to turn." I demand, we've been driving on the centennial highway for a little.

"Here, turn here!" Dean yells. I barely make it because of his late response, but I manage a sharp turn that throws our bodies to one side.

"Next time, tell me earlier!" I yell back. The house comes into view, along with the parked Impala.

"There's the car! Stop, Stop!" I barely stop before Dean's jumping out of the car and running towards the Impala where Sam's screams are coming from.

Five shots ring out in the air once Dean aims the gun he snatched from the station at the window.

"Dean! What in the hell are you doing?!" I scream, stepping out of the car and running over to him. I hear Sam scream again and Dean quickly shoots. I get a glance of Constance's ugly ass face before she disappears. Sam grunts when he sits up quickly to turn on the Impala.

"I'm taking you home." I hear him grumble quietly.

"Sam?" I call out worriedly. The Impala rushes toward the house.

"Sam!" Dean yells when the car drives too close to the porch.

My eyes widen as I watch Sam drive the Impala into the house. The sound of wood breaking and glass shattering echoes in the air.

"Sam!" I call out again as I run to the big hole in the wall that he created. Dean quickly follows me.

"Sam!" Dean shouts running through the hole. I hear Sam shout a small 'here' back.

" Are you alright?" I ask, leaning into the passenger side window.

"I think." Dean lightly pushes me to the side and out of the way to yank the door open.

"Can you move?" Dean questions him.

I turn away from them slowly when I hear a creek in the wood. My eyes hesitantly fall on Constance reaching for a photo frame. I watch her stare at it sadly for a moment. She hears Sam and Dean's grunts and pants as Sam finally gets out of the car and looks angrily at the three of us.

She throws the picture frame to the side, moving out of the away. I barely have time to process the dresser drawer coming at us, pinning the three of us to the car.

"Well this is fantastic." I groan out in pain. The three of us try to push the damn thing off, but it just doesn't want to budge. I stop when Constance starts to walk closer.

She doesn't make it far before she's freezing in her spot. The lights suddenly start to flicker on and off, which is impossible considering this house is so old. My eyes follow her fearful ones to the stairs of the house. I was beyond confused.

My eyes stare at the water that was leaking down the side of the stairs. I slowly trail my eyes up to look at the two kids that were standing there whispering out to her.

"You've come home to us, mommy." They say simultaneously, holding each other's hand in a flash. Their voices made chills run down my back. I couldn't believe this is where she drowned her kids.

In a second they are next to Constance and she looks as if she was about to cry. Suddenly they hug her tight and she breaks out into these awful screams. Their human forms turn to water almost as they disintegrate and fall through the ground and disappear. Only thing left behind was a puddle of water.

The three of us look at each other before shoving the dresser off us. Making our way over to where everything just took place, I glance up at the ceiling where water was dripping still.