(Just a quick note that I do not own anything, this is a fanfiction, on a fanfiction site, so I obviously wouldn't own anything, and I'm not sure why people even say that anymore. Either way, no spoilers before you read it, so enjoy!)

The plane touched down, making the sound a car would make when it was very suddenly coming to a stop. Squeak, squeak, squeak! The plane jerked around and came to a stop, the too cheery flight attendant's voice filled the aircraft, reminding everyone that is was now okay to remove their seatbelts, they probably wouldn't die now, "And please collect your bags from the overhead compartments."

Neither of them were exactly thrilled about being here; it was too 'posh,' and a bunch of other words that made Dean want to smack-a-bitch, here. He was a downhome kind of guy, and it was entirely too...British here for his taste. He waited in the parking lot, while his brother went to rent them a car. He waited with a sort of irritated air about him, so no Brit would mess with him. He wouldn't be afraid to remind them who won the war and make every crack about tea he could think of.

He heard a honk, and by honk he would describe it as more of a toot than really a honk. He turned around and his mouth fell open a little bit. Sam stopped before him in a tiny black car that looked like a beetle, manufactured straight out of 2014.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

"This was all they had!"

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Merlin let out a scream, falling off his bed with a thud, he untangled himself from his headphone cord, he looked around. He swore he just saw a man walking outside his door. Damn his mother for going to work late at the hospital. He had said he didn't want to stay at home alone in the new house. What if it was haunted? he had asked, which he gotten laughed at for. "It's not haunted, sweetheart." Yeah, well, Merlin would like her to explain this, because that man was definitely too pale to be a burglar. They had a sort of protocol to uphold, of being in dark clothing, not...old-timey clothing. Merlin had noticed ALL of this about said man he THOUGHT he saw, so he couldn't be crazy...or maybe he was. He walked with shaking legs, and closed his bedroom door. He took a deep breath and tried to relax himself, but it was at that very second he heard foot steps on the stairs.

"OH MY GOD!" he yelled, his heart was racing and he felt cold as ice. He couldn't explain it, but he felt a presence in the room, like he wasn't alone. He heard foot steps coming down the hall.

"Merlin...?"

Merlin screamed again, backing away from his door, though, he felt like there was something behind him, too. Although he couldn't see it. Were the ghosts surrounding him? And how did they know his name? And why was the ghost man's voice so feminine...?

"Merlin?" said the voice again and his door burst open. Suddenly all the energy left the room, as his best friend in the whole world walked in, Gwen. She looked worried. "What the- what's the matter with you? Your mum has been trying to call you for a quarter of an hour, but your phone went straight to voice mail," Gwen explained. "She couldn't get out of work so she sent me over."

"I have my phone right here..." Merlin pulled out his phone and turned it on, it was perfectly fine, had full bars and everything. "I never got one call," but more pressing matters were on his mind. "Gwen...don't laugh, or I'll kill you, but I think something is in this house."

"Something like mice?" Gwen asked, with an even more worried look on her face.

"No, something like a ghost...or ghosts, I can't be sure," Merlin explained. "I thought I saw a man in the hall, and right before you came in I...felt something."

"You were probably just dreaming it," Gwen shrugged. "I have dreams that men are at my house all the time...in my room, bed-"

"That's because you are man hungry," Merlin brushed her words off. "No, this is real, I was awake. I've had a weird feeling since we moved in here a few days ago."

"That's just silly," Gwen said, but right as she did, there was noises outside the hall. Gwen made a small yeep noise, and turned around, walking out of Merlin's room. "There's nothing here...maybe it's just the house settling?"

The noises were downstairs now, and a rather loud bang made Gwen jump. "Yeah, just settling, that sounded like mum's good china."

"I don't know, Merlin..." Gwen muttered, but looked terrified now. "A ghost?"

"It's possible..." Merlin said, looking around, like the ghost man would just show himself that easily. "We got to find out if someone died here, then we'll know for sure."

"And what if they have?"

"I don't know..." Merlin mumbled. "I'll look it up."

(A/N: I know this is really short, but let's call this the intro, or the pilot chapter, I just want to see if ppl would be interested in a Merlin/Supernatural story. I mean I am...and I am all over the cross-over's this year. They are so fun to me, I mean not that many ppl are interested in my Harry Potter/Merlin story, but I am really enjoying writing it, and I think that's what matters really. But, yeah, I'm not really sure where this one is going, but I have a few plot ideas. Let me know what you think? Hope you enjoyed.)