Supernatural Season 5 Finale || Wish Right Now

"You say this attacker looked exactly like your daughter Sharon?" questioned D.

"I thought she did," Mrs. Walker said. She was silent for a moment. "But that's impossible. Sharon was taking a shower, upstairs in her bathroom. She came running down when I screamed. She couldn't have been in two places at once."

D and Samantha exchanged curious glances. Two places at once, huh? Samantha asked, "Did you see the attacker's eyes?"

"The eyes?" Mrs. Walker thought back. "Only for a second, but yeah, I did."

"Did they look unusual at all?"

"Unusual, like...?"

"Strange color," Samantha said. "It might look...

Sam closed the file in frustration and thought about the options. Isabella couldn’t have been haunted by a spirit if there was no spirit to do the haunting, so what was it? Something had killed her shortly after Sophie Bennings’ death in exactly the same way, and seeing as all doors and window had been locked at the time, all sirens were sounding at a supernatural case. But one victim had been haunted by their dead son, and one by another boy, maybe her son, that she never even had? Sam couldn’t see a logical explanation at the moment. Unless...
“Unless it’s not a spirit,” Sam started,...

The Walker home was a two-story, three-bedroom Queen Anne house, complete with a turret on the right side and spacious, wrap-around porch. The house was old and appeared to need a paint job, but otherwise it was in very good condition.

"My favorite," Dean said sarcastically, as the four Winchesters got out of the car. "Big, old house with a turret. Casper's favorite haunting grounds."

Samantha looked over the house approvingly. Why does everyone have this stereotype that Victorian houses are spooky?"

Dean gave her a funny look. "I didn't mean anything personal, sweetheart."

D was irritated by his...

D sat on her bad, and Samantha sat at the table, working at her computer. "Find anything?" asked D. She opened the pizza box and bit off the end of a slice of pepperoni.

Samantha scrolled down the list of files she'd hacked into. "About Samuel and Dean Winchester? No, nothing. No record of anyone by either name."

D nodded. "Okay, then." She opened her duffel bag and checked the shotgun to be sure it was loaded.

Samantha gave her a puzzled look. "Rock salt?"

"Yep."

Samantha turned sideways in her chair, resting her elbow on the back of it. "D, I think they're human. Shoot 'em with rock salt, you'll...