ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ: "Turn that fucking camera off!"
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"HEY, WATCH THE ROAD CABRÓN!"

Venus pulled her head out of the book she was reading for long enough to see the Impala begin to veer off the road. Dean flinched at her volume, gesturing for her to be quiet.

"I will not be quiet when you are trying to commit vehicular homicide a week before my graduation."

Dean rolled his eyes but eventually paid full attention to the road.

Venus peered over the front seat to see Sam fast asleep with a plastic spoon hanging out of his mouth. She looked up at Dean and softly chuckled at the sight, "Okay that's pretty funny," she mused, pulling her phone out of her pocket and taking a picture of the youngest Winchester.

Dean reached down and cranked the radio's volume all the way up seconds later, causing the youngest in the car to jerk awake.

Sam's eyes darted around the car momentarily before he smacked the small spoon out of his mouth.

Venus returned to reading her book while Dean cackled happily.

"Ha ha," Sam mocked, reaching over to turn down the music, "Very funny."

"Sorry," Dean grinned, "Not a lot of scenery here in east Texas so you kinda gotta make your own."

Sam turned around to look at where Venus was deep in her book, her lips twisting to hold in her laughter. "Man, we're not kids anymore, Dean, we're not gonna start that crap up again," he turned back to his brother.

"Start what up?" Dean shrugged innocently.

"The prank stuff," Sam snapped, "It's stupid and it always escalates."

Venus closed her book and poked her head up front between the boys, "Ah, relax, hermano. You still got PTSD from that time we put Nair in your shampoo?"

Sam raised a brow at her. "What you wanna get in on this too, huh, Ms 'itching powder in my eyeshadow'? You cried for a week after that."

Venus faltered slightly at the memory, ignoring Dean's laughter. "Alright then, game on baldy," she poked Sam's cheek with her pen.

"Just remember, Dean, you started this," Sam pointed at his older brother.

"Bring it on, Sammy," the eldest smirked.

Sam rolled his eyes at their antics before surveying his surroundings. "Where are we anyway? I thought we were heading to California and checking into a motel till next week?"

"You were asleep for a mighty long time, 'mano. I found us a case," Venus piped up from the backseat, "Thought we'd knock this out in a couple of days then head over."

"Right, gimme the lowdown again?" Dean requested.

Venus dug into her bag and pulled out a few pieces of paper containing the info she found on the case they were heading toward. "About two months ago, this group of kids goes poking around this local haunted house–"

"Haunted by what?" Dean cut in.

"Haunted by my fist in your throat if you interrupt me again," she sassed, taking his silence as a cue to continue. "Anyways it's haunted by some super misogynistic spirit who–according to legend–takes girls and strings them up in the rafters. So this group of kids stumbles onto this dead girl hanging in the cellar."

"Anybody I.D the corpse?"

"Nope, by the time the cops got there, the body was gone. So, naturally, they think the kids were just messing around with them."

"Maybe the cops are right?" Dean theorized.

Venus moved to another paper in her pile and shoved it up front and into Sam's hands. "Tell that to some of these kids and their eyewitness accounts."

Sam looked at the paper briefly before turning to Venus. "Is this from a paranormal website?" he asked her, his voice laced with skepticism.

Venus blinked. "Maybe."

Dean eyed her from the rearview mirror. "What's this website called?"

Venus mumbled a response that neither of the boys heard.

"What was that?" Dean dramatically raised a hand to his ear.

"Hellhoundslair.com," she answered louder this time.

Dean scoffed. "Let me guess, streaming live out of mom's basement."

"So? Perhaps that's the place with the best wifi," she tried to justify, not even believing her own words.

Sam chuckled at her high-pitched reply. 

"Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the pursqueeter."

Venus remained silent, inwardly asking herself what the fuck was a pursqueeter?

"Look," Sam began, seeing more reason in the case than Dean, "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 might as well find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm in checking this thing out."

"All right, so where do we find these kids?" Dean gave in.

Venus scoffed, bringing her sunglasses down from her forehead to cover her eyes, "It's Texas, where do you think."

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The Rodeo Drive-in brought the hunters in contact with three of the stupidest teenagers that Venus had ever met.

None of their stories even remotely correlated, not to mention the fact that one of them found the corpse 'hot in a dead sort of way'.

But they could all agree on one detail; they were all brought to the haunted house by another teen named Craig.

"Gentleman, ma'am, can I help you with anything?" a young man fitting the description that the other kids provided approached the hunters as they stepped into the music store.

"Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?" Sam questioned.

"I am," he politely confirmed.

Dean stepped up, "Well, we're reporters with The Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Venus and Sam."

Venus offered the kid a fleeting smile, her eyes darting all around the well-decorated store.

"No way!" Craig exclaimed, his eyes lighting up, "I'm a writer too. I write for my school's lit magazine."

"Good for you, Morrison," Dean joked, fiddling with a few of the vinyl on the shelf.

Before Craig could take full offense to Dean's joke, Venus stepped out from between the boys, a bright professional smile on her face, "Um, we're doing an article on local hauntings and rumor has it, you're the guy to find if you wanna find one."

"You mean the hell house?" he disclosed.

"That's the one," Venus nodded.

Craig hesitated for a few seconds before speaking again, "I didn't think there was anything to the story."

"Why don't you tell us the story?" Sam pressed.

Craig took a deep breath and looked at each of the hunters. "Well, supposedly back in the '30s, this farmer, Mordecai Murdoch used to live in the house with his six daughters. It was during the Depression, his crops were failing, and he didn't even have enough money to feed his own children. So I guess that's when he went off the deep end."

Venus pulled Dean away from the stack of rock records he was touching and followed Sam and Craig over to the corner of the store.

"How?" they heard Sam ask once they came to his side.

"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 them up one after the other. And then, when he was all finished, he turned around and hung himself." 

The hunters nodded intently, each taking in the supposed legend with varying degrees of belief.

"Now they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl who goes inside."

"Where'd you hear all this?" Dean asked.

Craig hesitated once again, Venus noted. "My cousin Dana told me. I don't know where she heard it from," he said, breaking eye contact, "You got to realize I didn't believe this for a second."

"But now you do," Sam raised a brow.

"I don't know what the hell to think man. I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, that girl was real and she was dead. This was not a prank," he explained more confidently, "I swear to God, I don't want to go anywhere near that house ever again, okay?"

The trio exchanged knowing looks. "Thanks," Dean said before leading them out of the store.

The next morning, bright and early, they made their way over to the proclaimed 'Hell House'. It looked just as dreadful as the stories about it would have one believe.

"I can't say I blame the kid," Sam said, giving the area a once-over.

Chills ran down Venus' spine but she couldn't decide if it was from the sudden cold front or the bad vibes from the house. "Yeah, so much for curb appeal," she scoffed, now regretting her choice of a cropped hoodie instead of a large one.

Venus spotted a broken window near the porch of the house and carefully looked through it. The house was dark on the inside and smelled moldy. But she couldn't decipher anything else without going inside.

"You got something?" Sam asked Dean from behind her. Venus turned to see Dean tapping his EMF meter and looking up at something behind them.

"Yeah the EMF's no good," he explained.

"Why?" Sam asked, confused.

Venus came to stand between them and pointed at the overhead powerlines and electrical transformer, "That's probably interfering with the readings," she told Sam, gaining a confirming nod from Dean.

"Yeah, that'll do it," Sam sighed.

Dean put his EMF meter back in his jacket and turned in the direction of the house. "Come on, let's go."

The hunters entered the old home with a heightened sense of caution. They eventually came to a stop in what was once the living room and looked around at the numerous symbols on the walls. Sam pulled out his phone and took pictures of them while Venus and Dean took a closer look.

"Looks like old man Murdoch was a bit of a tagger in his time," Dean mused.

"And after his time too," Sam piped up from behind them, his eyes lingering on a particular symbol, "The reverse cross has been used by Satanists for centuries, but the Sigil of Sulfur didn't show up in San Fransisco until the '60s."

Dean looked back and forth between the aforementioned sigil and his younger brother. "Exactly why you never get laid."

Sam shot him a look of offense but then rolled his eyes and returned to taking pictures.

Venus ran her fingers over a few used candles lying on the fireplace mantle, noticing how the wax felt fresh. Everything about this was screaming staged.

"What about this one? You ever seen this one before?" Dean asked, drawing the other two's attention to a symbol beneath the staircase.

Venus and Sam moved to stand beside Dean, each looking at the symbol. Venus hadn't recognized it and neither did Sam but judging by Dean's face, he knew it from somewhere.

"Where have you seen this?" Venus wondered, turning to look at Dean with furrowed brows.

"I don't know...somewhere," he said, a faraway look in his eyes.

Sam reached a finger out and touched the symbol, feeling paint residue on his fingers. "It's paint. Seems pretty fresh too," he informed the others.

Dean harshly exhaled, taking another look around the house. "I don't know, Venus. I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind but the cops might be right about this one."

"Yeah, I'm starting to think so too," Venus frowned.

The silence of the house was soon broken by the sound of something crashing in an adjoining room. Each hunter's head snapped in the direction of the sound within a split second.

Sam tucked away his phone while Venus secured a grip on her gun in her waistband. They took nearly silent steps to the closed door and exchanged short glances. Dean then gestured for Sam to open the door.

The hunters burst into the room to be met with a blinding light and startled shouts.

Venus left her gun in its holding place and lifted a hand to block her eyes from the bright light.

"Cut!" one of the men with messy hair and glasses yelled.

The light was switched off which revealed two young guys holding film equipment staring back at the trio.

"Just a couple of humans."

"And a goddess," the short one without glasses added, his widened eyes landing on where Venus stood between the Winchesters.

Venus had never rolled her eyes that hard before. 

"What are you doing here?" the shorter one continued, his tone stern.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Dean bit back.

The bearded glasses man raised a brow, "Uh, we belong here? We're professionals?"

Venus laughed. She didn't even bother to hide it, still not even believing what was happening at the moment. "Professional what?" she asked after her laughter subsided.

"Paranormal investigators."

Each of the men took out a business card from their pockets. The boys were handed one while the shorter man shakily handed one to Venus, his hand lingering on hers for longer than it should. He jumped away once the brunette used her other hand to smack his fingers, forcing him to finally release his grip on the card and her fingers.

Dean reached a hand out to grab Venus' waist and move her behind him shortly after that, sending the man, who they now learned to be called Harry, a heated glare.

"You've got to be shittin' me," Venus muttered once she read the full contents of the card.

"Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spengler," Sam read out loud, "Hellhoundslair.com, you guys run that website?"

"Yup," Harry confirmed, shooting Venus a pathetic attempt at a wink that had her using her hand to hold back a laugh. He was decent looking, she'd give him that, but he was shorter than her by about two inches, and judging by his outfit and the videos she watched on the website, he was a complete and total loser.

"We're huge fans," Dean lied, moving over to the kitchen cabinets.

"And we know who you guys are too," Ed confidently stated.

Venus almost believed them for a second but knew better. The boys seemed worried though. "Oh, yeah?" she taunted, folding her arms across her chest and tilting her head to the side.

Ed cleared his throat. "Amateurs, looking for ghosts and cheap thrills."

Venus nodded slowly, turning to exchange a knowing look with Sam. She glanced behind them to see Dean peering into a cabinet with spray paint cans.

"So, if you guys don't mind," Harry spoke this time, his voice professional despite his previous failed attempts at flirting, "We're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here."

Dean picked up a pair of night vision goggles and showed them to Venus and Sam. "What do you got so far?" Dean pried, his tone mocking.

"Har, why don't you tell them about EMF," Ed said to his friend.

Harry looked down shyly.

Venus and Sam locked eyes but only for a moment before looking away and smiling.

"Electromagnetic field," Harry went on to 'brag'.  He reached into a bag on the counter and pulled out an EMF meter, "Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector, like this bad boy right here," he beamed, pulling out the instrument's antenna for Venus and Sam to see.

Venus peered down at it with a scandalous gasp. "That's so cool," she grinned, widening her eyes dramatically.

The meter released faint static. "It's 2.8 mg, it's hot in here," Harry observed, looking around.

Dean gave an impressed whistle from behind them.

"Wow," Sam feigned shock.

"So have you guys ever really seen a ghost before?" Dean grilled the paranormal investigators.

"Once," Ed revealed, a longing look in his eyes, "We were investigating this old house and we saw a vase fall right off the table."

"By itself," Harry added, whispering. Venus let her jaw drop for theatrical effect.

Ed turned to his friend, "Well, we didn't actually see it," he corrected, "But we heard it."

Dean closed his eyes and shook his head in disappointment.

"Something like that, it changes you," Ed professed.

"I think I get the picture," Dean locked eyes with Venus then Sam, "We should go, let them get back to work."

"Yeah you should," Ed agreed, turning on his camera as the hunters left the room.

"Well, y-you can stay," Harry called out to Venus before she left, gaining a smack on the arm from Ed.

Venus glared at the pair and then sighed. "See you never, Harry," she sang, walking into the hallway where Sam and Dean were waiting for her.

"Two peas in a dumbass pod," she muttered to the brothers, following them to the Impala.

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Venus and Sam walked out of the Collin County Public Library later that day with heavy sighs.

"Hey, what do you got?" Dean came strolling up the block.

Venus perked up at the sight of the man, remembering the prank she had planned for him. She wiped the smile off her face and opened her small notebook, "We didn't find a Mordecai but we stumbled onto a Martin Murdoch who lived in the hell house in the '30s."

"Turns out he did have children," Sam added from beside her as they walked to the car, "But only two of them, both boys. There was no record he ever killed anyone."

"Huh," Dean hummed, rounding the car to the driver's door, "Well those kids didn't really give us a clear description of that dead girl but I did hit up the police station. No matching missing persons, it's like she never existed."

Venus sighed. This was turning out to be a colossal waste of time.

"Come on, princess, we did our digging. This one's a bust," Dean tried to reason, "For all we know, those hellhound boys made up the whole thing."

Venus shrugged. "Fine," she relented.

"I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals," Dean tried to cheer her up.

Venus smiled, but not at his words. She and Sam stood outside of the car while he got in the driver's seat and put his key in the ignition.

"Fuck!" Dean shouted when the stereo began blasting one of Venus' salsa tapes at full volume, the sounds of loud drums, trumpets, and Joe Arroyo's distinct vocals all hitting him at once.

Venus nearly folded over with laughter, watching him fumble to turn the volume down. She slid into the passenger seat with a wide grin on her face, Sam grinning from the backseat. Venus raised her index finger to the air and then pointed at her chest, signaling a point for herself.

"That's all you got?" Dean deadpanned, "That's weak, bush league."

"Oh I'm just getting started," Venus winked, reaching down to turn up the stereo volume.

"And don't we normally team up and fuck around with Sammy?" Dean added, reaching down to turn down the volume again, "Which, by the way, I see you laughing back there," he addressed his younger brother through the rearview mirror.

Venus rolled her eyes. "Times are a-changin', it's every man for themselves, Winchester," she proclaimed. 

The hunters checked into a motel that night, deciding to get some sleep before leaving town. But the next morning they were met with news of an apparent suicide in the hell house.

They must've missed something.

So, they waited until nearly midnight and then returned to the house. But the scene was still flooded with police presence.

"I guess the cops don't want any more kids screwing around in there," Sam determined, knelt behind some bushes with Venus and Dean at his side.

"Yeah but we still gotta get in there," Dean whispered.

"I say one of us runs down that stretch of road, shoots at a tree a couple of times, and pulls them away from the house while the others go in," Venus suggested, already pulling out her beretta.

Sam and Dean looked at her as if she grew horns on her head.

"What? I'm not hearing any other ideas," she harshly whispered.

Dean's response died in his throat once he spotted some familiar faces nearby. "I don't believe it," he mumbled.

Venus and Sam turned to look at where Ed and Harry, armed with their cameras and night vision goggles, were also attempting to sneak into the house.

"Now, I got an idea," Dean smirked, slowly standing to his feet. "Who you gonna call?" he loudly shouted, getting the officers to turn in the direction of Ed and Harry.

"Hey! Freeze!" the cops shouted, pointing their flashlights at them.

Dean pulled Venus and Sam out of the bushes and towards the house while the cops were distracted. Once they got through the door, Sam pulled three shotguns from his bag and handed one to each hunter along with a flashlight.

"Where have I seen that symbol before? It's killing me," Dean said, pointing his flashlight at the symbol he was stuck on earlier.

Venus nudged his back with the barrel of her shotgun. "Come on, we don't have a lot of time," she urged him.

The trio carefully made their way down to the basement and looked around, spotting a shelf with jars of strangely colored liquids.

"Hey Sam," Dean called out, picking up one of the jars, "I dare you to take a swig of this."

Sam looked at his brother strangely. "What the hell would I do that for?"

"I double dare you," Dean doubled down.

Their attention was soon drawn to a scraping sound in the corner of the room. Venus, being the closest to it, led the boys over to a closed wooden cabinet.

Dean pointed his flashlight and gun at it then nodded for Venus to open one of the doors. The brunette took a deep breath and carefully reached a hand down to one of the nobs, yanking it open.

The hunters were met with the sight of three rats, who quickly ran out of the old piece of furniture and scampered over Dean's boots. "I hate rats," he complained, following the rodents with his light.

Venus lowered her gun, "I'd take rats over a ghost any day."

"I wouldn't," Dean retorted.

Venus was about to laugh but felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She quickly turned to see a man dressed in farming clothes mere seconds away from swinging an axe at her head.

She didn't hesitate to shoot a round of rock salt at its chest, but the spirit didn't falter. Venus stumbled further away from it and shot off two more rounds, which seemed to rid them of the spirit for now.

"What the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?" Sam shouted over the panic.

"I don't know," Venus answered, her eyes darting all around the room, looking for the spirit to appear again.

Dean cocked his shotgun, "Come on!" he urged them.

Sam and Venus ran around the shelf of jars while Dean ran behind it. The spirit of Mordecai reappeared between them and swung his axe at the shelf, sending glass raining down on Dean.

"Dean!" Venus shouted, turning and aiming her shotgun at the spirit. But he swung his axe at her again, so she pushed her shotgun upwards to use as a shield to stop the axe.

"Go, get out of here!" she nodded towards the stairs, gritting her teeth as she continued to hold the dead man off.

The Winchesters dashed up the stairs within seconds. The spirit lifted its axe again which gave Venus enough time to dodge it and escape behind them.

None of the three looked behind them while running through the house and over to the front door. Sam didn't even bother to open it, instead using his broad shoulders to break it open, tripping in the process. Dean stumbled over Sam's fallen body but Venus jumped over both of them, her eyes widening once she spotted Ed and Harry pointing their camera right at her.

"Turn that fucking camera off!" she yelled, running past the men and in the direction of the car with Dean and Sam scurrying behind her.

The hunters managed to ditch the scene right as the police officers returned, wasting no time driving back to their motel.

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A/N: Hi. This was originally 7400 words but I decided to split it in two because a 33 mins long chapter is kinda insane and I wouldn't do that to yall. Also I apologise if this is poorly edited, I gave up halfway through editing lmao

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Translations:
Cabrón - Dumbass

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