family ties, supernatural [ 1 ]

016. hell house

Griffin is listening to music on his iPod while Tabitha is asleep with her head against the window. Dean put a plastic spoon in Sam's mouth as he sleeps. Dean takes his phone out and flips it open, taking a picture. Dean blasts the music and loudly sings along. Sam and Tabitha both jump awake and Sam waves his arms around when he realizes something's in his mouth, doing so until the spoon is swatted out. Tabitha looks around in disorientation, but quickly realizes she's actually safe.

Dean laughs and Sam turns the radio down.

"Ha ha, very funny." Sam says sarcastically.

"Sorry, not a lot of scenery here in east Texas, kinda gotta make your own." Dean smiles.

"Man, we're not kids anymore, Dean. We're not going to start that crap up again." Sam says.

"Start what up?" Dean asks.

"That prank stuff. It's stupid -- and it always escalates." Sam says.

"Aw, what's the matter, Sammy? Scared you're gonna get a little nair in you shampoo again, huh?" Dean smirks.

"All right, just remember, you started it." Sam tells his brother.

"Bring it on, baldy." Dean laughs.

"But it's only between me and you. Leave the kids out of this." Sam orders.

"Why?" Dean asks.

"Cause you're just gonna be an even bigger bitch to them and probably traumatize them somehow. They're off limits." Sam states.

"Okay, okay, fine." Dean rolls his eyes.

"Where are we anyway?" Sam asks.

"A few hours outside of Richardson. Gimme the lowdown again." Dean says.

"All right, about a month or two ago, this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house." Sam says, looking at a newspaper.

"Haunted by what?" Dean asks.

"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 says.

"Anybody ID the corpse?" Dean asks.

"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 says.

"Maybe the cops are right." Dean says.

"Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids firsthand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere." Sam says.

"Where'd you read these accounts?"

"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."

"And what's it called?"

"HellHoundsLair.com."

"Lemme guess, streaming live out of mom's basement." Dean remarks making Sam snicker.

"Yeah, probably." Sam says.

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

"Look... we let dad take off -- which was a mistake, by the way." Sam says. "And now we don't know where the hell he is, so meantime, we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm checking this thing out."

"All right. So where do we find these kids?" Dean asks.

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