In which a girl and her two brothers take over the family business of saving people and hunting things, but things get a little bit more complicated when something horrible happens to their own.
Book 1
Season 1-15
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Sitting in the back of the Impala jamming out to Blue Oyster Cult on our way to our next case while Sam slept with his mouth hanging open I look up seeing Dean reach over and opened the glove compartment, pulling out a plastic spoon as I leaned forward and whispered "what are you doing?" I asked as he smirked and whispered back "just watch." He said reaching over and gently placing the spoon in Sam's mouth as he grinned and flipped open his phone, took a picture, and then turned the music up.
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"Fire.....of unknown origins.....took my baby away!" He sang along loudly making Sam jerk awake realizing there was something in his mouth as he thrashed his arms around spitting out the spoon as Dean air drummed along to the song and grinned over at Sam, laughing while I laughed along with him as Sam wiped his mouth and turned down the music "ha. Ha. very funny." Sam said as Dean laughed "sorry, not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda gotta make your own." Dean said "man, we're not kids anymore, Dean. We're not going to start that crap up again." Sam said.
"Start what up?" Dean asked him "that prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates." Sam snarled "aw, what's the matter, Sammy, scared you're going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?" Dean chuckled as I giggled at the thought "all right, just remember you started it." Sam said "ah-ha, bring it on, baldy." Dean laughed "I'm safe, right?" I asked not wanting to be involved "yeah, you're safe Ads. Sammy, on the other hand.." Dean said "where are we anyway?" Sam asked him "a few hours outside of Richardson. Gimme the lowdown again?" Dean asked him.
"All right, about a month or two ago, this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house." Sam said "haunted by what?" I asked him "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 replied "anybody ID the corpse?" Dean asked him "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 said "maybe the cops are right." Dean replied "maybe, but I read a couple of the kids' firsthand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere." Sam said.
"Where'd you read these accounts?" Dean asked him "well, I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So, um, last night, I surfed some local...paranormal websites. And I found one." Sam said "and what's it called?" Dean asked him "HellHoundsLair.com." Sam said "lemme guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement." Dean said "yeah, probably." Sam replied "yeah. Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the persqueeter." Dean said "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 in the meantime, we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm checking this thing out." Sam said.
"All right. So, where do we find these kids?" Dean asked "same place you always find kids in a small town like this." Sam replied.
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Pulling up in front of a fast-food place called Rodeo Drivewhile Sam and Dean interviewed some kids for a local newspaper as we walked in a teenage boy behind the counter "can I help you with anything?" He asked us "yeah, are you Craig Thurston?" Sam asked him "I am." Craig said nodding "well, we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Sam and this is Addison, an aspiring journalist from the local junior-high." Dean said "no way. Well, I'm a writer too. I write for my school's lit magazine." Craig said smiling at me.
"Well, good for you, Morrison." Dean said "um, we're doing an article on local hauntings, and rumor has it you might know of one." Sam said "you mean the Hell House?" Craig asked us "that's the one." Dean replied "I didn't think there was anything to the story." Craig said "why don't you tell us the story?" Sam asked him "well, supposedly back in the '30s, this farmer, Mordechai Murdoch, used to live in this house with his six daughters. It was during the Depression, his crops were failing, he didn't have enough money to feed his own children. So, I guess that's when he went off the deep end." He said walking back behind the counter.
"How?" Sam asked him as he walked up to Craig while Dean and I listened while going through some of the records "well, he figured it was best if his girls died quick, rather than starve to death.....so, he attacked them. They screamed, begged for him to stop, but he just strung 'em up, one after the other. And when he was all finished, he just turned around and hung himself. Now they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl that goes inside." Craig said "where'd you hear all this?" Dean asked him turning and walking up to Craig.
"My cousin Dana told me. I don't know where she heard it from. Ya gotta realize, I-I didn't believe this for a second." Craig said "but now you do." Sam said "I don't know what the hell to think, man. You guys, I-I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, okay? That girl was real. And she was dead. This was not a prank. I swear to god, I don't wanna go anywhere near that house ever again, okay?" Craig said "thanks." Dean said with that, we left the music shop and headed off to the Hell House.
