Dakota Elizabeth Winchester

Chapter 31: Hell House Part 1

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It taken about two weeks before Dakota could finally stand on her leg with leaning on one of her brother and another week before her brothers would finally let her help out on any cases. Finally she was healed and they were on their way to Richardson, Texas to check out a group of kids who had been to a supposedly haunted house around two months ago. With everything that happened for their dad and their injuries, they were finally getting around to this case.

"Hey, Kota." Dean whispered. Dakota turned her head away from the the window and rose her eyebrows at him. Dean gestured over to Sam who was passed out with his mouth hanging open.Dean held up a plastic spoon, "Should I do it?" he asked. Dakota broke out into a huge grin and nodded.

Dean gently placed the spoon into Sam's mouth and Dakota leaned over front bench with her phone and took a picture trying to stifle her laughter. She sucked her pinkie finger into her mouth, getting it wet, before leaning over and sticking it into Sam's ear while Dean cracked up the music making him jump awake. Dakota doubled over with laughter while Dean beat out the drum part of the song on the radio.

"Sorry Sammy. There's not a whole lotta things to look at in East Texas. Kinda haveta make your own scenery." Dakota apologized while trying to calm her chuckles down.

"Guys! We aren't kids any more! We aren't going to start that prank stuff again. It's stupid and it always escalates!" Sam complained.

"Oh what's wrong Sammy? You afraid you're going to get a little nair in your shampoo again?" Dean teased.

"Ya know Dean, I distinctly remember you not being thrilled with our prank wars when you ended up with blue hair for a week." Dakota joked.

"And if I recall, you weren't thrilled when someone changed out all of your songs on your iPod to Backstreet Boyz and N'Sync." Dean said and Dakota glared at him.

"See! This is the kinda crap I'm talking about! Just remember, you two asked for this." Sam threatened. "Where are we anyways?"

"The-middle-of-nowhere, Texas." Dakota said.

"A little outside of Richardson." Dean answered.

"What are we doing here again?" Dakota asked. Sam leaned forward in his seat and grabbed the papers about the case lying on the dashboard.

"About two months ago this group of kids go poking around in a local haunted house." Sam started to explain.

"Haunted by the misogynistic ghost guy, right?" Dakota asked.

"Right, anyways, legend goes, it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters. Anyways this group of kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar. No one's ID the body because by the time the cops got there the body was gone. Now they think the kids were just yanking their chain. I read a couple of the first hand accounts, they seem pretty sincere." Sam explained.

"Where did you read the accounts?" Dean asked.

"Well, I knew we would be passing through Texas so...last night, I read went on some...paranormal activity websites." Sam confessed and Dakota groaned and flopped down in her seat. She thought those websites were a disgrace to an already disgraceful job.

"What's it called?" Dean asked.

"...Hellhoundslair.com" Sam said.

"Really, Sam!? Have we sunk that low?" Dakota asked.

"Most those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit them in the ass!" Dean agreed.

"Look, we let Dad take off, which was a mistake by the way, and we don't know where the Hell he is so in the meantime we need to find ourselves something to hunt." Sam said.