Supernatural: The Animation

Chapter 26: Hell House

The Impala cruises past a sign: Big Texas Towing and Salvage yard. Dean was driving as always and Sam was leaning back in the passenger seat, asleep. (RJ's y/n) had headphones on and was looking out her window, watching the scenery as she listens to a podcast, while (Slinky's y/n)'s head was resting on her shoulder, asleep also.

Dean looks over and sees Sam's mouth was hanging open. He smiles and feels around then gently places a plastic spoon in Sam's mouth. (RJ's y/n) notices this out of the corner of her eye and turns her head to watch, biting back a laugh.

Grinning, Dean flips open his phone and takes a photo, then turns the music up loud. "Fire... of unknown origins...took my baby away!" He sings, loudly as both Sam and (Slinky's y/n) jerk up.

Sam realizes he has something is in his mouth, panics and waves his arms as he spits it out. (RJ's y/n) laughs as she takes off her headphones while (Slinky's y/n) looks around, lost and confused. 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. "Ha ha, very funny." He said.

"Heh heh heh. 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 growls. "Start what up?" Dean asked, acting clueless.

"That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates." Sam said. "Aw, what's the matter Sammy, scared you're going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again huh?" Dean asked and Sam looks at him. "All right, just remember you started it." He said. "Ah ha, bring it on baldy." Dean said.

"Where are we?" (Slinky's y/n) muttered, rubbing her eyes, tiredly. "A few hours outside of Richardson. Gimme the lowdown again?" Dean said and Sam grabs the article from the dashboard. "All right, about a month or two ago this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house." He said.

"Haunted by what?" (RJ's y/n) asked. "Apparently, a pretty misogynistic spirit. Legend goes, it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters." Sam explained, glancing up at the rearview mirror to look at the girls.

"That's comforting." (RJ's y/n) said, sarcastically, and (Slinky's y/n) looks frighten. "Is it too late to go back to sleep?" She whispered to (RJ's y/n), who pats her shoulder to comfort her.

"Anyway this group of kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar." Sam said. "Anybody ID the corpse?" (RJ's y/n) asked. "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 explained. "Maybe the cops are right." Dean said.

"Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids firsthand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere." Sam replied. "Where'd you read these accounts?" (Slinky's y/n) asked and Sam looks away, a little embarrased. "Well, I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So, umm, last night, I surfed some local... paranormal websites. And I found one." He said.

"And what's it called?" (RJ's y/n) asked and Sam pauses for a moment. "HellHoundsLair.com." He muttered and (Slinky's y/n) looks personally insulted by the name.

"Lemme guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement." Dean said and (RJ's y/n) chuckles while Sam grins. "Yeah, probably." Sam said. "Yeah. Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the persqueeter." Dean said.

"There's no harm checking this thing out." (Slinky's y/n) said. "All right. So where do we find these kids?" Dean asked. "Same place you always find kids in a town like this." Sam replied, as he gives the others a knowing look.

The gang found the kids at a diner, where they question them about the Hell House. All three told the story slightly different, but they all had the same answer for how they found out about it. A boy name Craig, who works at a music shop.