Bound by tragedy and blood to a dangerous, ortherwordly mission, two brothers and a girl travel in mysterious back roads of the country in their '67 Chevy-impala, searching for their missing father and hunting down every evil supernatural force the...
Three guys, one holding a torch, a girl, walk along a muddy path. "Come on man, is it much further? I'm cold." "It should be just up here." says the guy with the torch. A deserted cabin comes into focus through the mist. "Whoa." says the girl. "There we go." "How'd you find this place anyway Craig?" "My cousin told me about it."
"I am so not going in there." says the girl. "Wuss'. We came all the way out here may as well check it out." "Let's just hurry this up and get back to the car all right? It's friggin cold out here." Craig and the guy move ahead. The other guy asked to the girl: "You want me to hold your hand?" She thinks about it then takes his hand. "Are there ... any other parts I can hold?" he asks.
"Eww! Shut up, you loser." she says while hitting him. He laughs. "Come on! What?!" Inside. The flashlight shows weird symbols on the walls. "No way. Look at this stuff.....Come on. It's this way." says Craig. They move into another room. "They say that it lives in the root cellar. It goes after girls. Always girls. It just, strings 'em up."
"They say? Who's they? Where'd you hear this crap?" "I told you, my cousin." says Craig. "And where'd she hear it?" "I don't know. She just heard it." "Whatever. Gimme that thing." smirks the guy and he grabs the flashlight. He opens the door to the basement and goes downstairs. The others follow more slowly.
"Ooooh look. It's the evil root cellar. You know where Satan cans all his vegetables. Come on, get your candy ass down here and see for yourselves. It's just a basement full of skank-filled jars in some crap farmhouse. I don't see anything scary. Do you?" He laughs.
The others join him and look around. They freeze, looking over his shoulder, terrified. "What? What? What is it?" He slowly turns around. A girl hangs from the rafters. He screams.
Interstate 35. Present Day.
Dean is driving. 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. Emma shakes her head, smiling.
"Fire...of unknown origins...took my baby away!" sings Dean.
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.
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"Ha ha, very funny." "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."
"Start what up?" says Dean. "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 in your shampoo again huh?" "All right, just remember you started it."
