Not A Regular Hunt- BSM

                                    

                                          
I saw this on Instagram and it wasn't directly purposes for supernatural but I thought I'd use it. 
                          
Your POV
                          
"So get this-" Sam walked into the room with his laptop resting on his forearm. 
                          
"Told you Dean, he's an interrupting moose." I told my brother. 
                          
"You've been hanging around Crowley too much (Y/n)." They said at the same time and I laughed. 
                          
Sam set his laptop onto the table whereas Dean cracked open a beer. Before he could take a sip I snatched it from his hands and took a gulp before handing it to him. 
                          
He death glared me and I smirked. I looked over at my younger brother Sam. I was the middle child of the two and was probably the most weird out of them. 
                          
"So there is the place just a few miles from here that is supposedly haunted. There have been reports of doors opening and closing, music blasting, and screaming." Sam told us. 
                          
I got out of my chair and walked around the table to see his screen. "Any idea who it could be?"  I asked. 
                          
"Well, if it is actually haunted, nobody has been harmed there since around 2007. A young teenager by the name of Charlotte Wicket committed suicide there." Sam informed us. 
                          
I looked over at Dean who wasn't paying any attention and rolled my eyes. 
                          
"Looks like we got ourselves a hunt." I said before grabbing my jacket. 
                          
~~~~~
                          
Dean was probably plotting my death in a million ways because I got to the impala before him and got the drivers seat. Plus, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. 
                          
We got to the street of the haunting before I heard a door slam from the house in question. The sun had already begun to set when we left so it was quite dark when we arrived. 
                          
I grabbed my salt and holy water from under the passenger seat and Dean continued to glare. I stuck my tongue out at him and got out of the car. 
                          
Dean popped open the trunk and grabbed my gun. He tossed it to me and I checked to make sure that I had enough ammo. I owned a small revolver, pain in the ass to reload but great for aim. 
                          
I shoved the gun into my back pocket and grabbed my headlamp. My brothers thought that I was crazy for wearing one, but at least I don't have to waste a hand holding a flashlight.
                          
We stealthily walked up to the house and I peered in through the window. I opened the front door and tip toed in. 
                          
"ITS BRITNEY BITCH!" I heard a young girls voice shout. 
                          
I looked back at my brothers and their eyes widened in confusion. I stopped worrying about being quiet and rushed up the stairs. Sam and Dean followed behind me. 
                          
I heard an old Britney Spears song playing from what would be the master bedroom. I opened the door and saw a teenagers spirit. She was dancing along to the music that was coming out of thin air. 
                          
When she saw us the music stopped and she shrieked. She slammed the door shut without and I heard it lock. I pounded on the door. 
                          
"Hey! It's okay, we're here to help you." I said to the girl. I was guessing that it was Charlotte Wicket. 
                          
"Is anyone else phased by the fact that a teenaged ghost was dancing to Britany Spears in an abandoned house?" Dean asked. 
                          
I ignored him and knocked on the door once again. "Charlotte, open the door please." I told her. 
                          
The door slowly opened and Charlotte stood there. She looked me quite confused. 
                          
"How do you know my name?" She questioned me. 
                          
"Charlotte, we are here to make sure that you don't hurt anyone. We are hunters and we help spirits like you move on." I explained to her. 
                          
"I don't want to leave. Nobody bugs me since I committed suicide and I have my boom box and that's all I need." She sneered. 
                          
I looked at the open closet and saw the boom box. That was what she had to be attached to. I walked in with my brothers close on my tail. 
                          
She frowned and raised her hands to us. She forced Sam and Dean to the wall and I ran to the boom box. I ripped off the antenna and threw it at Charlotte. 
                          
She faded into the thin air and My brothers dropped to the ground. I took a well needed breath and Sam picked up the boom box. 
                          
"Do your job moose." I told him. 
                          
He rolled his eyes and covered the boom box in salt, lighter fluid, and holy water. You could never be too safe when it comes to spirits. 
                          
"I still can't get over the fact that Charlotte was singing Britney, who even likes her after her psychotic episode?"  Dean questioned. 
                          
"Hey, it's Britney bitch." I laughed.