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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We decided to walk through the house to see what we could find "hey. Look at that. More hoodoo." Sam said, holding up another urn as we continued walking until we came to a door with a sign on it that read, PRIVATE. Dean knocked on it, and Susan answered the door "hi there." Dean smiled "hi. Everything okay with your room?" Susan asked "yeah.Yeah, yeah, everything's great. Yeah." Sam and Dean said, talking over each other "well, I was-I was just in the middle of packing." Susan said "hey. Are those antique dolls? Because this one.This one here, he's got a major doll collection back home. Don'tcha?Huh?" Dean said as he nudged Sam.
"Big time." Sam said "big time. You think he could come...or we could come in and take a look?" Dean asked her "I don't know -." She said "please? I mean, he loves them. He's not gonna tell you this, but he's, he's always dressing 'em up in these little, tiny outfits and, um, you'd make his day. She would, huh? Huh?" Dean said "it's true." Sam said uncomfortably "okay. Come on in." She said "all right. All right!" Dean exclaimed as he slapped Sam on the back while Sam shot Dean a death glare, and then we walked in "wow. This is a lot of dolls. I mean, they're nice, ya know. Not super creepy at all." Dean said "yeah, I suppose they are a little creepy. But they've been in the family forever. A lot of sentimental value." Susan said "what is this? The hotel?" Sam asked, looking at a large doll house.
"Yeah, that's right. Exact replica, custom-built." Susan said as Sam leaned down and picked up a doll that was inside the dollhouse "his head got twisted around. What happened to it?" Sam asked her "Tyler, probably." Susan said as one of the little girls from earlier ran into the room "mommy! Maggie's being mean." The little girl said "Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, okay?" Susan asked "hey, Tyler. I see you broke your doll. You want me to fix it?" Sam asked "I didn't break it. I found it like that." Tyler said "oh. Well, uh, maybe Maggie did it." Sam said.
"No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke 'em." Tyler replied "Tyler, she wouldn't get mad." Susan said "grandma?" Dean asked "grandma Rose. These were all her toys." Tyler said "oh. Really. Where's Grandma Rose now?" Dean asked "up in her room." Tyler said "ya know, I'd -I'd uh, l'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll-." Sam said "no! I mean, I'm afraid that's impossible. My mother's been very sick, and she's not taking any visitors." Susan said.
[.......] After that, we made our way back down the hallway to our room "why didn't you just say that I like dolls? Even though they completely creep me out." I asked "what's the fun in that?" Dean asked as Sam gave him a dirty look "well, what do you think? Dolls, hoodoo, mysterious shut-in grandma?" Dean asked "well, dolls are used in all kinds of voodoo and hoodoo, like curses, and binding spells, and-." Sam said "yeah, maybe we've found our witch doctor. All right, I'll take Ads with me. We'll see what we can go dig up on Granny. You go get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing, see if she's whacked anybody before." Dean said "right." Sam nodded.
"Don't go surfing porn...that's not the kind of whacking, I mean." Dean smirked as Sam rolled his eyes, and I smacked him in the stomach.
