A normal life?

The story continues. Genevieve, Sam, and Dean go on to live lives as normal as they can. (Sequel to Sammy, I'm back)


4. Let's get to work

Sam and I got to looking for jobs but Castiel stopped us.

"I already have a job for you guys. In Connecticut." Sam and I looked at each other and nodded.

"Let's go!" Sam exclaimed. We walked out to meet Dean at the car. He was checking the guns and we briefed him.

"Awesome." He said. We all hopped into the car and got on the road.

It was a long ride. Sam and Dean rotated driving until we got there. The town we were going to was called Wallingford. It was a small town. When we parked at a motel and got rooms, Castiel appeared.

"There's been some odd activity here lately. Sounded like your kind of gig. This is actually where they died." We knew who he was talking about.

Sam was the first to break the silence, "Did they figure out what it was?" Castiel shook his head.

"No. I do however, have an address." He handed us a slip of paper and we looked over it. We changed into our FBI outfits and got into the Impala. We pulled up to the simple one-story house. We walked up the driveway and knocked on the door. A short woman answered the door.

"Hi, can I help you?" She was wiping flour onto the apron she wore over her jeans and t-shirt. She was wearing socks and her nicely brushed blonde hair was in a pony-tail. She looked about 23.

"Hello, I'm Agent Brooks and this is Agents Keaton and Faires." Sam said extending his hand. We all showed her our badges.

"Rebecca." She says shaking all our hands with a smile. "Anything I can help you with officers?" 

"Yes, we're here regarding the death of Mr. Griffes?" Dean said. She pursed her lips.

"Let me guess, you're not actually FBI." 

"Why would you think that?" Sam asked

"Because," she said, "Mr. Griffes died two years ago. His case was closed six months ago." We all exchanged glances. "So," She began, "may I ask why you're really here?"

"Because we got a report from this address that there was paranormal activity going on here." I blurted out. I pursed my lips as Sam and Dean look at me with an annoyed look. Rebecca burst out laughing.

"That required FBI suits why?" She asked after stifling her laughter.

"Uh...." Sam and Dean said with blank looks.

"Because these two idiots don't trust that people will believe us." I said pushing past the boys. Rebecca laughed and invited us in. After we got all settled in on the couch with some water, Rebecca handed us a picture frame with a picture of a man who looked about 22.

"That's him. After he died, I was visited by his spirit multiple times."

"What was your relationship to Mr.Griffes?" I asked, taking full control of the visit.

"I was his girlfriend. We met when we were kids and dated for a few months then we broke up." She sighed "I moved here to be closer to family and we met up again. We were dating for about four years."

I looked at her with sympathy in my eyes. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," She sniffled, "Nothing you could've done."

"Has the spirit ever been aggressive?" Sam questioned

She shakes her head. "No, we do talk sometimes though."

"About what?" He pursued further.

"Our normal topics. Although...."

"What?" All three of us asked.

"One time, he asked me if I could get him something from across the street but he would tell me when to cross. I said okay and stood at the edge of the sidewalk. He nodded and I started walking across. Luckily, I heard the car horn and jumped backwards just before I was hit." She began tearing up. "That's when I reported it."

"When was this?" I asked

"A couple of weeks ago." Just then, the picture frame of him zoomed off the table and hit me on the head and I blacked out.

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