Daddy's Little Hunter (SPN Season 1)

Hell House

Dean was driving the Impala. He looked over and saw Sam sleeping with his mouth open. Dean glanced back at Natalia as she bopped along to the song that was playing: Fire of Unknown Origin.

Natalia sensed someone looking at her and looked up to see her Uncle smirking. She tilted her head in confusion as he held a finger to his lips.

Dean felt around then gently placed a plastic spoon in Sam's mouth.

Natalia let out a silent shrieking giggle causing Dean to shush her while also containing his own laughter.

Dean flipped open his phone and took a photo, then turned the music up loud. "Fire...of unknown origins...took my baby away!" he sung loudly.

Sam jerked up, realizing something was in his mouth, panicked and waved his arms as he spat it out.

Dean air drummed along to the song on the steering wheel then looked over, grinning as Sam wiped his mouth and turned down the music.

Sam glared back at Natalia as she was laughing and clapping at the feat. "Haha, very funny,"

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

"Man we're not kids anymore Dean." Sam argued "We're not going to start that crap up again,"

"Start what up?"

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

"Aw, what's the matter Sammy," Dean pouted "scared you're going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again huh?"

"All right," Sam huffed "just remember you started it,"

"Ah-ha, bring it on baldy,"

Sam shook his head in dismay "Where are we anyway?"

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

Sam took out his notes "All right, about a month or two ago this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house,"

"Haunted by what?"

'Apparently, a pretty misogynistic spirit. The 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,"

"Anybody ID the corpse?"

"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," Dean shrugged.

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

"Where'd you read these accounts?"

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

"And what's it called,"

"HellHoundsLair.com,"

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

"Yeah, probably," Sam grinned.

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

"Look." Sam said "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,"

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

***

Sam, Dean, and Natalia entered the music shop.