Feeling more refreshed, Dean called the Wallis family, and Gary, the family patriach, agreed to meet them at the house within the hour. On the outside, the home was immaculate, done in a traditional stucco style with a farmer’s porch. Sam and Dean had arrived a little early and surveyed the perimeter. They heard a car pull up and went to meet the owner of the home.

Gary Wallis exited the Ford Taurus. He came forward, being careful not to step on the walkway that led up to the house. He was nervous to be near the home that had attacked his family. As usual the supernatural was beyond most people, and Gary evidently was taking the avoidance tactic. Dean extended his hand, and they exchanged pleasantries. Gary fished out the keys to the home from his pocket and handed them to Dean. “We’ve been staying with my sister, but I can’t keep imposing on her. . .” Gary wiped a hand down his face in frustration. He looked at the house and then shook his head in sadness.

Sam placed a hand on the troubled man’s shoulder. “We’ll do what we can.”

They watched Gary leave, and then returned their attention to the house. Dean handed Sam the key. The younger Winchester unlocked the door and entered the threshold. He stepped back. “God.”

Dean tried to look around his brother who was blocking the doorway. “What?”

“Nothing,” Sam caught himself and stepped back in, further into the house. “It’s just...this house doesn’t feel right at all.”

“Spidey senses tingling?” Dean looked around, entering the family room which was right off the entry hall.

“I guess.” Sam replied hesitantly as he followed his brother. He did not want to admit that perhaps his psychic ability was latent, and therefore always under the surface waiting to be used. He re-directed his attention from his inner thoughts, back to the house. “I’m thinking that misery wanted company, but these people are actually a happy family.”

Dean snorted a laugh. “You’re saying if they were messed up then they would have been left alone?”

“Sure.” Sam nodded, and placed his hands together to illustrate his statement. “Negative energy zeroes out negative energy.”

“Doesn’t that make it positive?” Dean replied with a grin, walking around the room.

“You’re full of it.” Sam stated, taking note of the family pictures on the wall. “So what are we going to do?”

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