June 6th, 2006
I look away from the window just in time to see Dean take a photo of Sam, who has a spoon balanced in his sleeping mouth. Dean then turns up the music and startles Sam awake.
"Ha, ha, very funny." Sam says, wiping the drool from his mouth and turning down the radio.
Dean lets out an amused chuckle.
"Sorry, not a whole lot of scenery out here in East Texas. Kinda gotta make my own."
Sam sighs.
"Man, we're not kids anymore Dean. We're not gonna start that crap again."
"Start what up?"
"That prank stuff, and it always escalates."
Oh lord. Their prank wars are the worst, and I always tend to get caught up in them.
"Aw what's the matter Sammy, scared you're gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again?"
Sam shakes his head and sighs.
"Alright. Just remember, you started it. Where are we anyway?"
"A few hours outside of Richardson." He glances to me in the mirror. "Dem? Give me the lowdown again?"
I pick up the article from beside me.
"Alright, about a month or two ago this group of kids go poking around in this local haunted house."
"Haunted by what?"
"Apparently a pretty misogynistic spirit. Legend goes, it takes girls and strings them from the rafters. Anyway, this group of kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar."
"Anybody ID the corpse?"
"Well that's the thing." I say. "By the time the cops got there, the body was gone. So cops are saying the kids were just yanking chains."
"Maybe the cops were right." Dean shrugs.
"Maybe." Sam chimes in. "But I read a couple of the kids firsthand accounts. They seem pretty sincere."
"Where'd you read these accounts?" Dean looks to his brother and Sam looks a little embarrassed.
"Well, I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So, um, last night, I surfed some local...paranormal websites." He says quickly. "And I found one."
"And what's it called?"
"HellHoundsLair.com" Sam says.
"Lemme guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement?"
"Yeah probably." Sam grins and we all laugh.
"Yeah, most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit em in the persqueeter."
"Look." Sam says. "We let dad take off, which was a mistake by the way. And now we don't know where the hell he is, so in the meantime we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm in checking this thing out."
"Alright, so where do we find these kids." Dean looks to me.
"Same place you always find kids in a town like this."
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We question all of the teens individually and they all give us the same name: Craig Thurston. Apparently he was the guy that took them there.
We enter a music shop and the guy behind the counter greets us.
"Fellas. Can I help you with anything?"
"Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?" Sam asks.
"Yeah. I am."
"Well we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, and these are my associates Sam and Demi."
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Roads of Reckoning
FanfictionTHE ROAD SO FAR... Demi Lawson thought she was finally free from hunting, when Dean Winchester pleads for her help to find his father. Will her past with the Winchesters influence her decision? *** Roads of Reckoning follows the events of the first...
