HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Fifty nine.

Season 3. Episode 13.

Ghostfacers.

The trio slammed open the door to the haunted Morton House after hearing that there were already people inside. "FREEZE! POLICE OFFICERS! DON'T MOVE!" Dean demanded, holding up his flashlight as they moved into the run-down room at the end.

There were two people there with some strange gear on the foreheads with mini flashlights, another hand a camera at them and was scared, "What?! Are we under- under arrest?"

"We are unarmed!" The guy with glasses pressed himself against the wall to back up.

"Let's see some identification." Dean ordered, holding his hand out.

The camera guy started freaking out, "Oh, god. Oh, god."

Sierra frowned as the camera guy handed Dean his wallet, his flashlight shining in her eyes. "What's with the outfit- get the camera out my face!"

"Sorry, ma'am!"

"Corbett." Sam muttered, reading over the I.D of the camera guy.

The silent guy with glasses narrowed his eyes, inspecting Sam and Dean. "I know you. But not you." He directed the last part to Sierra, who scoffed.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Yeah, sure you do. Give me some identification. 

"Yeah, ho- whoa, hold on a second." The glasses guy insisted, stepping forward. "I know the both of you guys. Yeah."

Sierra raised her brow, glancing at Dean and Sam, "Know this weirdo?"

Sam shook his head, staring at the man and then his face dropped. "Holy shit!" Dean's memory still hadn't clicked, "Uh, West Texas.. the... the tulpa we had to take out." Dean's eyes widened in realisation, both of them glancing to Sierra to explain since she hasn't met these guys before. "These two goofballs almost got us killed. Called themselves the... Hellhounds or something?"

"Fuck me." Dean rolled his eyes.

Sierra chuckled quietly, "Later." She then frowned, "Hellhounds?"

"We're not the Hellhounds anymore, okay?" Glasses guy spoke up correctly, "It didn't test that well."

Sierra frowned judgementally again, looking at him up and down, "Damn right it doesn't."

Corbett was also confused, "Ed, what's going on?"

"They're not cops, buddy- no, not at all." Ed shook his head, shining his flashlight between Sam and Dean before landing it on Sierra, "Dunno about her? Are you a cop- nah, she ain't a cop. Not with these guys."

Sierra looked offended, "Hey, I'll have you know-"

Dean held her arm back, stepping forward to interrupt, "Ed, Ed, you had a partner, too, didn't you- A different guy?" Ed nodded, "Is he around here somewhere?"

"He's running around, chasing ghosts."

"Okay, well, listen, you and Rambo need to get your girlfriends and get out of here."

Ed scoffed, "Alright. Listen here, chisel chest, okay? We were here first. We've already set up base camp. We beat you."

Dean glanced at Sam sarcastically, "They were here first." He had an amused grin on his face, then looking at Sierra and letting go of her wrist, sensing she was itching for some action already. "Have at it."