the prophecy, spn [ 1 ]

019. professional paranormal investigators

Rachel is doodling in a notebook to cure her boredom. Thomas is sitting by her and asleep, Sam also asleep in the passenger seat.

Rachel looks up, watching Dean put a plastic spoon in Sam's mouth.

Dean takes his phone out and flips it open, taking a picture. Dean blasts the music and loudly sings along. Sam jumps awake and waves his arms around when he realizes something's in his mouth, doing so until the spoon is swatted out as Dean laughs. Thomas jolts awake from the loud music, looking around, groaning at his surroundings. Thomas flops down onto the seat, Rachel frowning down at him.

"There is not enough space for that." She says, flicking him in the head.

"There is if I say there is." Thomas grumbles.

"Ha ha, very funny." Sam quips.

"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.

"Zero prank stuff." Thomas agrees.

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

"You guys are so stupid with that crap." Thomas groans. 

"Look, just cause you're no fun doesn't mean you gotta bum us out." Dean says.

"Pranks are stupid and immature. Which... I get Dean, but come on, Sammy." Thomas says.

"You guys never let me in on that crap." Rachel says.

"Trust me, I tried." Sam mutters.

"She was 6 when it became a thing. I was not letting you involve her." Thomas says.

"Cause you're boring." Sam grumbles.

"No, cause she cried at everything." Thomas says.

"I did not." Rachel frowns.

"Yes, you did." Sam and Thomas immediately retort. Rachel flips them off.

"I'm not in this and she's not in this. If you two wanna be annoying, be annoying to each other." Thomas says.

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

"Bring it on, baldy." Dean laughs.

"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.