One-shots BSM, DDM, DCM, MCM, UNM, Imagines

Cold-Hearted, SPN, Request from @xxraspberrygurlxx

Y/N = Your Name

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Five Year Old Female

Sam's P.O.V.

" Dean, I don't want to talk about it right now, okay? Just leave me alone. " I slam the door to the Impala earning to a shout of anger and annoyance from Dean. 

" Be careful with baby, Sam! Gentle! "

I roll my eyes, pulling out my gun from the back.

" Someday you're going to have to tell someone what's going on with you, Sam. " Dean grunts while shoving past me, well past annoyed with me. 

I ignore him and look around the yard of the abandoned house. 

" You go check that room, I'll look through the living room. We'll meet up and go through the basement together. " Dean doesn't wait for a reply and walks into the rotting living room. 

I let out a sound of disgust, wrinkling my nose while walking into a room I'm assuming is the kitchen. " This is disgusting. " I mutter while flashing my flashlight all over the room. I step over really rotten floorboards, shining my light onto the ceiling. Mold's growing on the ceiling, expanding to the top of the walls. I bump into a broken desk that falls back against the wall. Bits of the ceiling fall onto the ground in front of me, shaking the already unstable floor even more. 

A loud scream startles me. 

" Sammy? " Dean asks loudly. 

I run out of the room into the hallway where Dean is. " Another ghost? I thought it just McFinnick. " 

" I don't think that's a ghost..." Dean opens the basement door where the screaming came from. Crying and laughing floods my ears as we quietly walk down the steps.

Dean shines his flashlight into the dark basement. " Is somebody here? " He asks loudly. 

I eye the door after hearing a creaking sound from behind me. 

" Help! " A little voice yells. 

Dean glances at me before walking a little faster. 

" Hahaha! Look at your small face...so pure...so innocent. " A croaky voice cackles. " Ah, Winchesters. I see you've arrived just in time for the fun. " A faded looking man with a bloody knife. The young man's mouth is cut into a bloody smile spreading from ear to ear. His arms have letters and numbers carved into his skin. McFinnick's clothes are ripped and tattered with blood stains and various other liquids all over them. " Let's play. " The man giggles before disappearing. His laughs ring through the room, sending shivers down my spine. 

" Little girl, little girl, look at your sister! She'll never frown again! Look at her! " The psychotic ghosts' voice booms. 

The girl screams, sobbing loudly. " Stop! No! Hannah! " 

" Leave the kid alone! " Dean yells. " Come over here you slimy bas-" Dean's cut when he's shoved against the wall. 

" Now, we don't use that kinda language here, Deany boy. " McFinnick's tone is angrier, all sounds of playfulness are gone. 

I raise my gun, shooting at the ghost in the back. 

" Sam, oh don't think I haven't forgotten about you! " McFinnick yells. " You boys are getting on my nerves, and you don't want to see me when I'm angry! "