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    [ supernatural -- seasons 1-5 ] Miranda Carpenter Series: Gorgeous Sparks Fly Falling Like the Stars Say You Won't Let Go I DO NOT own Supernatural, any of the show's storylines or characters. I ONLY own my OCs and their storylines.

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    021. pranks

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    Miranda jolts awake when the music blares. She looks around, finding Dean jamming to the music and Sam swatting a plastic spoon out of his mouth.
    "Ha ha, very funny." Sam says sarcastically, turning the radio down.
    "Sorry, not a lot of scenery here in east Texas, kinda gotta make your own." Dean smiles.
    "Man, we're not kids anymore, Dean. We're not going to start that shit up again." Sam says.
    "Start what up?" Dean asks.
    "That prank stuff. It's stupid -- and it always escalates." Sam says.
    "Aw, what's the matter, Sammy? Scared you're gonna get a little nair in you shampoo again, huh?" Dean smirks.
    "Oh, God." Miranda winces.
    "All right, just remember, you started it." Sam tells his brother.
    "Bring it on, baldy." Dean laughs.
    "Where are we anyway?" Sam asks.
    "A few hours outside of Richardson. Gimme the lowdown again." Dean says.
    "All right, about a month or two ago, this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house." Sam says, looking at a newspaper.
    "Haunted by what?" Dean asks.
    "Apparently, a pretty misogynistic spirit. Legend goes, it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters. Anyway, this group of kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar." Sam says.
    "Anybody ID the corpse?" Dean asks.
    "Well, that's the thing. By the time the cops got there, the body was gone. So cops are saying the kids were just yanking chains." Sam says.
    "Maybe the cops are right." Dean says.
    "Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids firsthand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere." Sam says.
    "Where'd you read these accounts?"
    "Well, I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So, um, last night, I surfed some local... paranormal websites. And I found one."
    "And what's it called?"
    "HellHoundsLair.com."
    "Lemme guess, streaming live out of mom's basement." Dean remarks making Sam laugh.
    "Yeah, probably." Sam says.
    "Yeah. Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the persqueeter." Dean says.
    "Look... we let dad take off -- which was a mistake, by the way." Sam says. "And now we don't know where the hell he is, so meantime, we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm checking this thing out."
    "All right. So where do we find these kids?" Dean asks.
    "Same place you always find kids in a town like this." Sam says.
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    After talking to the teens -- who all informed that Craig told them about the haunted place -- the three get to the music shop where Craig works.
    "Fellas, lady. Can I help you with something?" The man behind the counter asks.
    "Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?" Sam asks.
    "I am." Craig nods.
    "Well, we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Sam, and that's Miranda." He introduces.
    "No way. Well, I'm a writer, too. I write for my school's lit magazine." Craig says.
    "Well, good for you, Morrissey." Dean remarks.
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