~*****~

I sat in the back seat of the Impala, letting my hair fly through the wind of the open window as we journeyed through Texas. Sam was asleep in the front seat, and Dean gave me a look from the rear view mirror. I smirked a bit before grabbing the spoon Sam used earlier and gave it to Dean. He gently placed the spoon in his mouth while I whipped out my phone and took a picture. Dean then proceeded to turn up the radio. "Fire... or unknown origins... took my baby away!" Dean sang loudly. Sam jerked awake, confused at first before realizing something was in his mouth. He waved his arms around in panic and spit the spoon out. Dean air drummed on the steering wheel to the song playing and looked over at his younger brother with a carefree grin. Sam looked back at me as I flashed my new screen saver of him and the spoon. He rolled his eyes at me before turning the radio down.

"Haha, very funny." Sam snapped, irritated.

Dean laughed a bit. "Sorry, not a lot of scenery in East Texas, gotta make your own."

"Man, we're not kids anymore. We're not going to start that crap up again." Sam snapped, shaking his head.

"If I remember correctly, I won the last time." I stated, leaning over the front seat.

"No, it's stupid, and it always escalates." Sam warned, causing a smirk to wash onto my lips.

"Awe, what's the matter, Sammy? Scared you're going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?" Dean smirked. I giggled, remembering that moment. Dean asked for my Nair once, and for the moment, I thought he was going gay, but seeing Sam bald, I enjoyed myself nonetheless, but I vowed never to use Nair again once he did it to me.

"Don't worry, Sam. After Dean put Nair in my shampoo, I haven't used it since. And I'm thinking Dean's due for a little payback, am I right?" I state, smiling over at Sam.

"Alright, just remember, you started it." Sam stated, high fiving me.

"Ah ha, bring it on, baldies." Dean replied.

"Where are we anyway?" Sam questioned.

"A few hours outside of Richardson. Gimme the lowdown again?" Dean said.

Sam pulled the article from the dashboard and began reading from it. "Alright, about a month or two ago, this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house-"

"Haunted by what?" Dean interrupted.

"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." I explained.

"Anybody ID the corpse?" Dean asks.

"Well, that's the thing. By the time the cops got there, the body was gone. So the cops are saying the kids were just yanking their chains."

"Maybe the cops are right." Dean suggested and I shrugged.

"Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids first hand accounts. The seemed pretty sincere." Sam insisted.

"Where'd you read these accounts from?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Sam huffed a little, looking embarrassed. "Well, I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So, umm... Last night, I surfed some local.... paranormal websites. And I found one."

"And what's it called?" Dean asked, seeming bored with the idea already.

"Hellhoundslair.com." Sam muttered sheepishly. I belted out a laugh, and clutched at my stomach.

"Lemme guess; streaming live out of Mom's basement?" I joked, making Dean chortle.

Sam grinned back at me. "Yeah, probably.

"Yeah, most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the persqueeter." Dean commented.

"Look. We let Dad take off. Which was a mistake, by the way. And now we don't know where the hell he is. In the meantime, we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm in checking this thing out." Sam explained.

"Alright, so where do we find these kids?" Deans sighed.

"Same place you always find kids in a town like this." Sam stated simply.

~*****~

The Impala pulled up to the fast food joint, Rodeo Drive. We talked to teens around the area who were at the Hell House. Two dudes and one young lady, but none of their stories lined up. One said the girl had blonde hair, then it was black, and then red. It was sounding more like a hoax than anything else. "And kinda hot," One boy said in a dreamy tone. We gave him a creeped out look before he tried to fix his statement. "Well, you know, in a dead sort of way."

"Okay!" Dean exclaimed, looking to Sam and I with a raised eyebrow.

"And... how'd you find out about this place anyway?" I asked, hoping they'd had a consistent answer. Which they did.

"Craig." They all said at the same time.

"Uh, yeah, thanks..." I muttered, guiding the boys back to the Impala. "So, none of them can agree on a description of the house of even what the girl looked like... but they all agree there was a girl."

"Yeah. I don't know guys, this seems-" Dean started.

"Weird? Stupid?" Sam filled in. He shook his head briefly. "Alright, let's go talk to this Craig person." Sam ordered. We decided to go the next morning and checked into a motel.

~*****~

We found Craig working at the local music store the next morning. We walked in and I felt like a kid in a candy shop. I don't know if it was John's touch, or my mothers, but vinyl had always made me giddy. Old records lined the shelves, posters scattered the walls, and rock music blared throughout the entire room. It really made me happy. I started to roam the shelves, stopping at a few KISS records.

"Fellas. And ma'am. Can I help you with anything?" A young boy called as he came out from behind the counter. I gazed down at the record, smiling at the dolled up Gene Simmons. A great prank popped into my mind and I was glad I had the make up for it. I set the record down and joined Sam and Dean.

"Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?" Sam asked and the boy looked up at him.

"I am."

"Well, we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Sam, and that's Carlotta." Dean spoke as I came up behind them, letting him wrap his arm around my waist.

"No way. Well, I'm a writer too. I write for my school's lit magazine." Craig boasted.

"Well, good for you, Morrissey." Dean replied with a smirk, which fell once I stomped on his foot.

"Umm. We're doing an article on local hauntings and rumor has it you might know of one." Sam explained, shooting Dean a look and mouthed to be more polite.

Craig suddenly grew a little nervous. "You mean like the Hell House?"

"That's the one, Opie." I say in my best Texan accent.

"I didn't think there was anything to the story." Craig shook his head, going back to stock the shelves.

"Why don't you tell us the story?" Sam prompted and Craig sighed. That felt a little..... scripted to be honest.

"Well, supposedly, back in the 30's, this farmer- Mordachai Murdoch- used to live in this house with his six daughters. It was during the depression, his crops were failing, he didn't have enough money to feed his own children. So I guess that's when he went off the deep end." Craig explained, walking to the other side of the store. Sam and I followed behind while Dean looked at some Kansas records.

"How?" Sam asked.

"Well, he figured it was best if his girls died quick, rather than starve to death. So, he attacked them. They screamed, begged for him to stop, but he just strung 'em up, one after the other. And when he was all finished, he just turned around and hung himself. Now, they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl that goes inside." Craig told us, making it sound spooky, rather than actual events.

"Where'd you hear all this?" Dean questioned from behind me.

"My cousin, Dana, told me. I don't know where she heard it from. Ya gotta realize, I- I didn't believe this for a second." Craig stuttered, shrugging his shoulders in disbelief.

"But now you do." Sam clarified.

"I don't know what the hell to think, man. You guys, I- I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, okay? That girl was real. And she was dead. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don't wanna go anywhere near that house ever again, okay?" Craig said, his voice sincere enough.

I looked to the boys before turning back to Craig. "Thanks, hun."

~*****~

The Hell House was in the middle of nowhere; an abandoned farm house. It was neighbored by similar looking houses. The gray skies gave it a creepy vibe. As if it were dropped from an actual horror movie. I tightened the demin jacket around my shoulders a bit, looking around as goosebumps arose on my skin. Dean pulled out his EMF while Sam and I searched the outside.

"You get anything?" I ask, looking over at Dean.

"Yeah. The EMF's no good." Dean replied, tapping the meter.

"Why?" Sam asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Dean pointed behind us. An old power line stood tall above the trees. "I think that things still got some juice left. It's gonna screw with the readings."

"Yep, that'll do it." I muttered.

Dean stuffed the meter into his pocket and started walking forward. "Yeah, come on. Let's go."

We approached the front door, and to my surprise, Dean pulled the door and held it open for me. I raised an eyebrow and my lips slid into a sly smirk. "Well, well, well. There is a gentleman underneath that sexy exterior." I jeer.

"Shut up. Just get your tight ass inside." Dean snapped, his cheeks turning pink. I grinned and stepped in. Dean leaned near me, and I thought he was going to kiss me for a moment, but he didn't. "Stay close to me." He whispered, sending shivers down my neck.

"What for?"

"This creep likes girls, remember? And if I'm not mistaken, you're a girl." Dean said smoothly, pinching my side lightly. I smirk a little.

"Now, now Dean. I'm a big girl. I think I can handle Daddy Mordachai." I tease. I stepped further into the room and gazed at the strange symbols on the wall. With spray paint. "Looks like Daddy was a bit of a tagger in his time." I say, giving Sam a confused look.

"After his time, too." Sam said, pointing to a peculiar symbol that was created after the 30's when he was supposedly around.

"The reverse cross has been used by Satanists for centuries, but this sigil of sulfur didn't show up in San Francisco until the 60's." I explain, walking up to it. Sam and I both looked at Dean as he stared at us.

"Okay, I understand why you won't get laid for that, Sam, but come on, Lottie. You're way too hot to know all this." Dean said, scrunching his face up. I chuckled and shook my head. "Hey, what about this one, you seen this one before?" Dean called from where he stood. We walked over to him and stared up at the symbol.

"I think..." I trail out, cocking my head. I pull my phone out and take a picture of it, and staring down at it, wondering where I had seen it. Then I reached up and touched the paint. "It's fresh paint, too."

Dean sighed. "I don't know, guys. You know I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind, but... the cops may be right about this one."

"Yeah, maybe." Sam grumbled. A bang echoed through the house, and we all jumped. We shared a look before running to stand on either side of the door; Dean and I on one side, and Sam on the other. Dean gave a nod and we all burst through the door, only to be met with a bright light. I squinted a bit and felt extremely agitated.

"Oh, cut! It's just a coupla humans!" A guy snapped, annoyance in his tone. The light switched off, and my vision cleared up. Two scrawny dudes stood there. One holding a small video camera and the other holding electrical gadgets. "What are you guys doing here?"

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Dean growled in response.

"Ah-ha. We belong here, we're professionals!" The same man replied, holding his hands out like he was a god.

"Professionals?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Paranormal Investigators." The man said, pulling out a business card from his pocket and handing one to Sam and Dean. "There you go, take a look at that, boys." He declared.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Dean muttered, making me chuckle a little as he showed it to me.

"Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler? Hellhoundslair.com? You guys run that website?" Sam said, smirking.

"Yeah." The one I presumed to be Ed replied, pride blossoming over his figure.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, we're huge fans." Dean said sarcastically. "Lottie here goes nuts for you." He said, pointing to me. I quickly played along and sent them a seductive wink. They both combusted and turned bright red as I pinched Dean's backside.

"And ahh, we know who you guys are too." Ed said. Sam and Dean gave them a sharp look, but I knew where they were going. It was kind of obvious.

"Oh yeah?" Sam challenged.

Ed cleared his throat again and looked between us. "Amateurs." I snorted a little, covering my lips with my knuckle as I fought laughter. "Looking for ghosts and cheap thrills."

"Yep. So, if you guys don't mind, we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here." Harry finally spoke up. He then turned his attention to me and gave me his best flirty smile. "You're welcome to stay, madam. If you want."

I let out a laugh. "Oh, honey, I'd eat you alive." I say coyly, smiling when Dean pulls me flush against his side. "What have you got so far?" I ask as Dean glares at the two of them.

"Harry, why doncha tell 'em about EMF?" Ed offered to Harry, who seemed to suffer under Dean's glare the most.

"Well..." Harry scoffed and then smiled, trailing off as if it were some big secret.

"EMF?" I asked in my best dumb voice.

"Electromagnetic Field." Harry replied as if we really were stupid. "Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector. Like this bad boy, right here." He pulled out a detector that I assumed was fake, and it started beeping like crazy. "Whoa, whoa. It's like 2.8mg." I tried so hard not to laugh. Dean owed me a blow job for this, I swear.

"2.8." Ed mused and Harry nodded. "It's hot in here."

Dean whistled in fake admiration. "Wow."

"So, you guys every really see a ghost before, or....?" I trailed off.

"Once. We were, uh... we were investigating this old house and we saw a vase fall right off the table." Ed recalled, looking traumatized. Oh honey, I could tell you stories.

"By itself." Harry added for effect. Yep. I definitely deserved that blow job.

"Well, we didn't actually see it, we heard it." Ed explained and Dean couldn't help but to shake his head in shame. "And something like that.... it uh... it changes you."

"Yeah. I think I get the picture. We should go- let them get back to work." Dean said, tugging me along.

"Yeah, you should." Harry snapped, trying to act superior.

"C'mon Sammy." I call as Dean hauls me out the door.

I pulled Dean's head down and pressed my lips against his ear. "I deserve a blow job for that little performance back there. I almost lost my shit and started laughing." I stated boldly. Dean coughed a bit before nodding vigorously. "So, where we goin' now, Sammy?" I asked as Sam caught up to us.

"The Library." Dean groaned and held the door open for me. I laughed and slipped in and we were on our way.