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Jenny sat sleeping between Sam and Dean in the Impala, head against the back seat, snoring quietly. Sam had also been knocked out.
Dean sang quietly to Blue Öyster Cult, opening the glove compartment in front of Sam and took out a spoon, eyes flickering between the road and Sam as an evil grin appeared on his face. He slowly stuffed the spoon into his brothers mouth, taking out his phone and snapping a picture. Jenny groaned quietly, resting her head in Dean's shoulder.
Dean paused for a minute and smiled, taking a picture of him and Jenny before dropping his phone, and turned up the radio.
"Fire...of unknown origins...took my baby away!" Dean sang loudly, causing Sam and Jenny to jerk up, eyes wide.
Sam spat out the spoon, flailing his hands and turned to Dean angrily as his brother cackled. "Ha ha. Very funny." Sam grumbled as Jenny rubbed her eyes in exhaustion, yawning.
"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."
"Start what up?" Jenny asked, voice groggy and low. She looked between the two, Sam rolling his eyes.
"That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates."
"Aw, what's the matter Sammy, scared you're going to get a little Nair and bleach in your shampoo again huh?" Dean asked as Jenny chuckled, recalling the memory of Sam running out of the bathroom with half a head of hair
"Ah, I remember that. Uncle Sam." Sam nudged Jenny, who snickered.
"Just remember. You started it." He pointed to Dean, who shrugged
"Ah ha, bring it on baldy."
"Does this mean I'm apart of it, too?" Jenny asked with raised brows. Sam and Dean shared a look before nodding. "Oh, you boys better sleep with in eye open." She clicked her tongue with a grin.
"Where are we anyway?" Sam looked around, changing the subject.
"A few hours outside of Richardson. Gimme the lowdown again?" Dean said as Sam sighed quietly, grabbing the newspaper by his feet.
"All right, about a month or two ago this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house."
"Haunted by what?" Dean questioned and his brother shrugged.
"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."
"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." Jenny hummed in suspicion.
