Maddison Winchester: Journal 1 {Supernatural}

8 Bugs: Part 3

Sam was driving around the neighborhood while Dean was sitting in the passenger seat, reading Dad's journal. This was an extremely rare occasion.

"Ya know, I've heard of killer bees, but killer beetles? What is it that could make different bugs attack?" Dean asked.

Sam looked over at Dean. "Well, hauntings sometimes include bug manifestations."

"Yeah, but I didn't see any evidence of ghost activity," Dean said.

"Yeah, me neither." Sam shook his head.

"Maybe they're being controlled somehow. Ya know, by something or someone," Dean suggested.

"You mean, like Willard?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, bugs instead of rats." Dean nodded.

"There are cases of psychic connections between people and animals... elementals, telepaths," Sam said.

"Yeah, that whole Timmy-Lassie thing," Dean said and then paused. "Larry's kid... he's got bugs for pets."

"Matt?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

"He did try to scare that crazy lady with that creepy thing earlier," I said.

"What?" Dean laughed.

"Matt was trying to scare Lynda with a tarantula," Sam explained.

"You think he's our Willard then?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Anything's possible, I guess."

"Oh, hey. Pullover here," Dean said urgently.

Sam pulled into an empty driveway. "What are we doing here?"

Dean got out of the car. "It's too late to talk to anybody else."

"We're gonna squat in an empty house?" Sam asked hesitantly.

"I wanna try the steam shower. Come on," Dean said and opened the garage door.

Sam didn't move the car.

"Come on!" Dean urged.

Sam drove forward and parked the car in the garage, and Dean closed the garage door.

I quickly got out. "We're staying in an actual house. This is so exciting!"

Dean opened the door to the house, and I ran in. There was furniture set up like a typical house, which I thought was weird because no one lived there yet.

"Hey, why does it look like people are living here?" I asked.

Sam came up behind me. "People come in and set up houses to make them look more like a home. This way, people are more likely to buy them. I think they're called fluffers or something like that."

"So, does that mean there are beds too?" I looked up at him, excited.

"Yeah, probably." He laughed.

I squealed with excitement and ran upstairs to find the bedrooms. I decided to take the smallest one since I didn't need much room to be comfortable anyway. I thought my brothers would appreciate a bigger area to stay in.

"I call this one!" I yelled.

Sam and Dean appeared in the doorway with smiles on their faces. I hopped on the bed and smiled back.

"Take whatever one you want, kiddo." Dean smiled.

"It's like we actually have our own house for the night," I said. They both looked slightly sad. I got up and walked over to them. I hugged them. "Now get out. I'm going to sleep."