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    Sierra leaned back in the seat of the car so her partner could see out the window, her dark brown hair tied up in a messy bun and her tan legs stretched out on the dashboard with her sneakers tapping the window rhythmically. They were checking out a haunted house, rumours flying around that three people had been murdered quite brutally and in the weirdest way here in the nineteen hundreds and a young woman had been killed again in the last month. "Come on, let's not stay here. Let's go check it out inside. " She urged her companion, pressing her full lips together as her chocolate brown eyes gazed out the window before she opened the door and got out.

    A somewhat curious gazed girl was the driver in the car. Her hazel eyes were looking at the outside. It was an old house for sure, the wood old and rotted. She has no clue why anyone would want to come near here. It didn't look appealing at all. The girl's name was Sage. Her black was pulled back into a quickly done braid. She turned off the car and slipped the keys into her pocket. " I know. I'm moving." She said. She got out of the car and glanced around quickly.

    Sierra glanced back at Sage, her lips curling into a cheeky grin as she gripped the fence where it had been pried apart, slipping into it and glanced around curiously. She looked back at Sage, tapping her foot playfully at her before moving off towards the house, flashlight in hand as she bit her bottom lip, feeling a heavy weight settle over her chest as she got closer to the house.

    Sage was following right after her. She had on black combat boots and skinny jeans. A black leather jacket matched her combat boots. A knife was inside of her right boot. The jacket was zipped up and had a gun underneath it. She was prepared for anything. She saw Sierra tapping her foot and shoved her softly. " Stop being a jack ass and lets get inside." She said in a joking tone. She had a smile on her face. She flicked on her flashlight once they got inside finally.

    Sierra laughed softly as Sage shoved her, grinning as she headed inside with her friend. She was wearing a light tank top in the muddy air and jeans that hung low on her bony hips, but she wasn't unhealthily skinny. She had a gun strapped to her waist and a knife held beneath the flashlight, checking the door and finding it open. Raising an eyebrow and glanced back at Sage, shrugging before heading inside and looked around. "Creepy.. " She whispered quietly, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

    Sage loved hunting and hated it at the same time. She knew that one day they would die on a hunt and no one would care. She followed her inside, being as quiet as she could. She slowly did a sweep of the first floor before coming to stand by the stairs. They were wooden and she knew she would fall through if she tried to go up them. " I am not going up there. I dont feel like falling and hurting myself. And I dont want to fall through either." She said.

    Sierra loved to hunt and both the girls knew they would die on a hunt one day, and she was perfectly fine with dying. She had nothing to lose, except for Sage. "Wuss. I'll go check up there. Keep iron by you just in case, okay? " She said as she made her way towards the stairs, sliding her dagger into her sheath and shifted her weight before jumping up, swinging up on the railing and onto the stairs, leaping up and barely touching the wobbly stairs.

    " Yeah. I'll hear you're scream if anything goes wrong." Sage told her before she went upstairs. She stayed at the base of the stairs, sliding her knife out. She was prepared for anything, mentally and physically. She was on her toes. She was prepared to dart up the stairs. She would sacrifice herself any second of any day for Sierra. She was too important to her to lose.

    Sierra glanced down at Sage before taking off around the upstairs, drawing her dagger again with her chocolate eyes narrowed and ears straining to hear the slightest noise from Sage. She crept forward slowly, tilting her head as she saw a flicker of a cloth disappear around the corner, putting her dagger away and pulled out her gun instead, taking the safety off as her finger landed on the trigger, ready to pull at any given moment.


    At the same moment, Sam Winchester peered around the corner where Sage was, watching cautiously as he looked around for Dean. He didn't think the girl was a threat but instead needed to get her to safety, having a feeling Dean was off somewhere pissing the ghost off. He slowly stepped out from the shadows, putting his hands up so he wouldn't alarm the girl. "Easy.. What are you doing here? It's not safe. " Came his deep but calming voice, his eyes calm and jaw set.

    Sage heard his voice and turned around. She was about to throw the knife. Her eyes were narrowed at him. " And you're point is?" She asked him. She looked kind of passed off that he had interrupted her watching out. She swore if Sierra got in trouble and she couldn't save her, she would kill this guy. " Look, I know what I'm doing. I've done it a thousand times before." She added on.


    Dean Winchester hated ghosts. He hated a lot of things actually, most of them supernatural creatures. Sam and himself had shown up a while ago, scouting the entire place for anything weird. He had carefully made his way upstairs a while ago. He was coming up empty handed, which wasn't making him happy. He was about to go back downstairs and get Sammy when he saw a girl. He slid around a corner and hid there, taking his gun out just in case. " Who are you and why are you here?" He inquired. He came out slightly.

    Sam blinked and stopped at the girls rather sharp retort, lowering his hand slowly as he saw she was pissed off. "Look, you might've done this a thousand times, but this isn't something you want to do. " He said calmly, realizing the girl was probably a hunter and not alone. "I do this too, you know. " He added, stepping a little bit closer and stuck his hand out. "Sam Winchester. "


    Sierra lifted her gun right away as she heard a voice, seeing a glint of an eye and clenched her jaw. "I'm hunting, smart one. What the hell are you doing here? " She snapped with a cruel sneer of her full lips, becoming immediately cold and harsh without Sage nearby.

    Sage watched cautiously as he moved closer to her. She looked down at his hand then raised an eyebrow. She swiftly moved forward and made a little cut on his arm with the blade. He was normal. He wasn't lying. " Sorry about that, just have to make sure. Nothing is safe these days." She apologized before shaking his hand. " Sage McDaniel." She introduced herself. She gave him a somewhat forced smile. She turned her head when she heard Sierra. She quickly moved to the stairs, but stayed at the bottom.


    " I'm hunting too. So lower your damn gun. I don't feel like having to get a bullet removed today." Dean told her. He slowly came out of the shadows, hands raised. He could hear the muffled sound of talking downstairs. He got worried, knowing Sam was down there. " Sammy, you okay?" He yelled down.

    Sierra narrowed her eyes but lowered her gun, but brought her dagger out within second, cutting along the back of his hand with a flick of her wrist before pulling away. Nothing. "Normal. Can't trust anyone these days.. Sammy? " She raised an eyebrow and moved to the railing, worried for Sage. "Sage, are you okay? " She called down, muscles tensing and rippling a little before she launched herself over the railing and landed neatly beside Sage, glaring at the man


    "Ah! Hey, yes, I'm normal. Guess you are a true hunter.. " He muttered as he squeezed his arm slightly to stop the bleeding and looked up as he heard Dean call out followed by a woman's voice. "I'm alright, Dean! " He called back with a shake of his head, raising an eyebrow as Sierra jumped down.

    Sage lifted her head when she heard her name being called, followed by Sierra jumping down. " Yeah, I'm fine. What about you?" She asked, worry lacing her tone. She had heard some one say," Shit," earlier, guessing it had been this mysterious other person, Dean. Speaking of which, he soon was downstairs and standing next to Sam. He was holding the back of his hand. " Looks like we aren't the only ones who heard about this case." He muttered.

    Sierra huffed lightly as Dean joined them, eyeing Sam up and down curiously, seeing the blood on his arm and knew he was safe. "So... Four hunters in the same place. Looking to kill a ghost. Shouldn't be too hard, even with two lumbering jackasses with us. " Sierra snorted, grasping her knife again and made her way through the rest of the house, glancing back at Sage calmly yet she was clearly not happy with having two more people with them.


    Sam glanced over at Dean with slight annoyance but couldn't help like the sass coming from the taller girl, shaking his head as he gripped his gun and waited for Dean before moving out.

    Sage saw the look in Sierra's eyes and did a delight nod as well as an eye roll of knowing. She slid her knife back into her boot and walked around on again. She focused on the floor this time, hoping to find a door to a basement. She stopped and kneeled down next to a couch that had been moved in when someone else bought the house. " Come help me move this." She told Sierra. With her help, they moved it. She had a smile on her face when she saw there was a hinge, signaling a trap door. She opened it up and looked down it. " Basement, yay." She said. She jumped down into it.


    Dean saw Sage and raised an eyebrow. He watched as Sierra spoke before walking away, followed by Sage. He let out a "Hm." when she said that and had a small smile on his face. " Got to admit, that was pretty good." He said. He then focused on Sam. " Did you find anything?" He asked.

    Sierra blinked and walked over, holstering her gun and helped to move the couch, giving it a shove until the doorway was revealed. "Nice one, Sagey... " She murmured, grinning as she took out as the door was opened, putting her flashlight on the yawning blackness beneath them. "I'll go first. " She said, jumping in without a second thought. She coughed at the awful scent, shaking her head and froze as she looked at the ground. "Sage, you might want to check this out! I think there were a lot more deaths... " She said, looking around at older and newer corpses beneath her feet, stomach roiling as she clenched her jaw.


    Sam shifted his weight and walked after the two girls, his gun clutched loosely in his hand with the safety on. "Yeah... Remnants of a girl. Old nineteen hundreds dress, covered in what looked like to be blood. So the ghost is here. And she's pissed off. " He muttered, crouching beside the trap door, his nose wrinkling at the stench wafting up.