Standing in the Storm

14. Hell House

The Impala cruised past a sign that read Big Texas Towing and Salvage Yard.

Dean was driving. He looked over and saw Sam sleeping with his mouth open. He felt around, then gently placed a plastic spoon in Sam's mouth, then did the same to Tasie, earning a frown from Levi. He grinned as he flipped open his phone and took a photo, then he turned music up loud.

Dean sang loudly, "Fire... of unknown origin... took my baby away!"

Leo yelled, not liking the sudden loud noise.

Sam and Tasie jerked up, realized something was in their mouths, panicked, and he waved his arms as he spit it out and Tasie spit hers out with a glare. Dean air drummed to the song on his steering wheel, and Sam and Tasie wiped their mouths and the former turned down the music.

"Haha, very funny," Sam said.

"Heh, heh, heh," Dean chuckled. "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?"

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

"What's the matter, Sammy, scared you or Tase are going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?"

Sam frowned. "All right, just remember, you started it."

"Prank Ethan, you're dead," Tasie added.

"Ah ha, bring it on, baldy," Dean teased. "The kid is safe, Tase."

"Where are we anyway?"

"A few hours outside of Richardson. Give me the low down again. Probably shouldn't prank Sandy. We both know that wouldn't end well."

Sam read. "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 misogynistic spirit. Legend goes, it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters. Gotta keep Tasie safe. Anyway, this group of kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar."

"Anybody ID the corpse?" Levi questioned.

"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?"

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

"Where did you read these accounts?" Dean asked.

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

"And what's it called?"

"Hellhoundslair.com."

"Let me guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement."

Sam grinned. "Yeah, probably."

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

"Look. We let Dad take off. Which was a mistake, by the way. And now we don't know where the hell he is and in the meantime, we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm in checking this out."

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

"Same place you always find kids in a town like this."