ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ||ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ

ʜᴇʟʟ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ (ᴘᴛ 1)

The Impala cruises past a sign. Big Texas Towing and Salvage Yard. Dean is driving and he looks over and sees Sam sleeping with his mouth open. He gets Y/N's attention and she looks and quietly giggles. She points to the plastic spoon and Dean passes it to her. She gently places the plastic spoon in Sam's mouth. Grinning, Dean flips open his phone and tells Y/N to pose. She goes next to Sam and pulls a funny face, and Dean takes a photo, then turns the music up loud and leans back.

"Fire...of unknown origins...took my baby away," Dean sings loudly. Sam jerks up, realizes something is in his mouth, panics and waves his arms as he spits it out. Dean air-drums along to the song on the steering wheel then looks over, grinning as Sam wipes his mouth and turns down the music. Y/N's laughter fills the Impala.

"Ha ha, very funny," Sam says.

"Heh heh heh. Sorry, not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda gotta make your own," Dean replies.

"Guys, we're not kids anymore. We're not going to start that crap up again," Sam says.

"Start what up?" Y/N asks.

"That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates," Sam continues.

"Aw, what's the matter Sammy, scared you're going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again huh?" Dean teases. Y/N looks back at him with a smirk then turns back.

"All right, just remember you two started it," Sam says.

"Ah ha, bring it on, nothing can defeat the Dynamic twins," Dean says.

"Where are we anyway?" Sam asks.

"A few hours outside of Richardson. Gimme the lowdown again?" Sam reads.

"All right, about a month or two ago this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house," Sam explains.

"Haunted by what?" Y/N asks, leaning forwards to rest her arms on the front seat.

"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 continues.

"Anybody ID the corpse?" Dean asks. Sam looks slightly embarrassed.

"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."

"Maybe the cops are right," Y/N suggests.

"Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids first-hand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere," Sam says.

"Where'd you read these accounts?" Dean asks. Sam looks slightly sheepish.

"Well, I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So, umm, last night, I surfed some local...paranormal websites. And I found one."

"And what's it called?" Y/N asks.

"HellHoundsLair.com."

"Lemme guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement," Dean jokes.

"Yeah, probably," Sam says, grinning.

"Yeah. Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the parquet," Dean adds.

"Look. We let Dad take off. Which was a mistake, by the way. 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," Sam suggests.

"All right. So where do we find these kids?" Dean asks.

"Same place you always find kids in a town like this."