How It All Started (Dean Winchester Love story book 1)

Chapter 66

Chapter 66

"Truce." -Sam Winchester

"Yeah truce." -Skye Lacey.

"Truce. At least for the next 100 miles." -Dean Winchester

Episode 17 -Hell House

~CAFE~

SKYE'S POV

Me, Sam, and Dean sit in a booth, Sam looking at his laptop. I watch as Dean reaches up to the 3D artwork of a fishermen's mouth moves up and down and an extremely annoying laugh plays I glare at Dean.

I pull the cord to stop it.

"If you pull that string one more time I'm gonna kill you." I say. Dean deadpan, stares at me while pulling the cord again. I immediately stop it, glaring at him as he just snickers.

"Come on, you two need more laughter in your life especially you Skye. You know you're way too tense." Dean says.

I give Dean another dirty look. Dean sighs. "They post it yet?" Dean asks. Sam moves the laptop around, so Dean can see it and stabs at his salad angrily.

"We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms. All right. How long do we wait?" Dean reads.

"Long enough for the new story to spread, and the legend to change I figure by nightfall iron rounds will work on the sucker." I say.

Sam holds his beer out to Dean and me, I start grinning. Dean and Sam goes to put their bottles down, but it is stuck to their hands.

I start cracking up as they stare down at them confused. I laugh. "You didn't" Dean says. I continue and hold up super glue. "Oh, I did." I say.

They shake their heads while I laugh and pull the string to set the fisherman laughing again.

~HELL HOUSE-NIGHT~

3RD POV

The two cops are searching the surrounds with their torches. "I'm telling you. I heard something. Coming from over there." The one cop says. The noise of the fisherman laughing can be heard.

"See? See? There it is again." He says. "What is tha..." The second cop trails off. They find the fisherman stuck in a tree laughing.

~MEANWHILE~

SKYE'S POV

We enter the house on alert, guns down, and begin a methodical search, staying back to back. Dean readjust his gun hold.

"I barely have any skin left on my palm." Dean says. "Same." Sam says. "I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole." I say.

Dean shines his flashlight in my face until I wince, then moves into the other room. I follow.

"Do you think old Mordechai's home?" I ask. "I don't know." Sam says from behind me. "Me either." Ed says. Me, Sam, and Dean spin, pointing their guns at Ed and Harry.

"WHOA!! WHOA!!" Ed yells. "What are you trying to do, get yourself killed?" I say. "We are just trying to get a book and movie deal, ok?" Ed asks.

I hear the sounds knives being sharpened from the basement. We are immediately back on alert. "Oh crap." Ed says.

Ed and Harry crowd in close behind us. "Ah guys, you wanna...you wanna open that door for us?" Ed asks. "Why don't you?" Dean asks.

Mordechai bursts through the door holding an axe and screaming. Me, Sam, and Dean begin to shoot him, emptying our gun chambers.