Hell House

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Dean is driving, they're currently in East Texas. He looks over and sees Sam sleeping with his mouth open. He feels around then gently places a plastic spoon in Sam's mouth. Grinning, he flips open his phone and takes a photo, then turns the music up loud. Lottie looks up from her book, shaking her head.

"Fire...of unknown origins...took my baby away!" Dean sings. Sam jerks up, realizes something is in his mouth, panics and waves his arms as he spits it out. Dean air drums as Sam wipes his face.

"Ha ha, very funny." Sam says sarcastically.

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

"Man we're not kids anymore Dean. We're not going to start that crap 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 going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again huh?" Dean teses, Lottie raises her eyebrow putting her book down, intrigue.

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

"Ah ha, bring it on baldy." Dean makes Lottie laugh.

"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.

"Someone died?" Lottie asks. "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 looks at Lottie.

"Not like I haven't nearly died. Fun." Lottie 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 they have a secret council." Lottie says, Dean and Sam look at her. "Hometown." She says.

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

"Where'd you read these accounts?" Dean asks.

"Well, I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So, umm, last night, I surfed some local ..." Sam says a little embarrassed "paranormal websites. And I found one." He says the last part quickly.

"And what's it called?" Dean asks.

"HellHoundsLair.com" Sam says.

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

"Yeah, probably." Sam grins, Lottie makes a face.

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

"I don't know a lot either." Lottie says, Dean gives her a look.

"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 says.

"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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