Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 19, 2014 9:48:35 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON ONE. EPISODE SEVENTEEN.
The drive to Texas was a long one. Longer still whenever quiet fell and Dean was stuck with his whirling inner thoughts about the decision he had made back in Chicago to let their Dad go off on his own again, instead of reuniting the three of them permanently like he had been dreaming about for years. So when he noticed Sam asleep in the passenger seat with his mouth partly open, he couldn't help himself. Since they ate out basically every meal, there was always a plastic utensil or two hanging around the car. He selected a spoon and inserted it carefully into his brother's mouth with one hand, keeping the other loosely on the wheel. With his still free hand, he snapped a picture of the spectacle with his cellphone, then blasted the music.
Sam shot up in his seat like a canon ball, batting the spoon from his mouth in the same way a young cat would bat at a ball of yarn. He made a few spluttering sounds while Dean placed his second hand back on the wheel and laughed. "Come on Dean" Sam protested at the childish act. Dean simply kept chuckling. "Hey. There isn't a lot of scenery out here. Gotta make your own sometimes." "We aren't kids anymore Dean" Sam countered irritably. "We aren't going to start that stupid crap again." "Start what?" Dean smiled innocently. "You know what." Sam crossed his arms. "That pranking stuff. Back and forth. It's stupid, immature and it always elevates." Dean continued his innocent smiling. "Fine." Sam settled back in his chair, his lips twitching. "Just remember you started it."
"Whatever you say." Dean lowered the music's volume. "Give me the lowdown on this town again." Sam remained stiff in his seat for a second before reaching for the lone sheet of paper on the dash and reading from it. "Apparently a bunch of kids were checking out some old house in the woods that's supposed to be haunted"- "Haunted by what" Dean interrupted. Sam scanned the paper. "The spirit of some guy who used to live there I guess. Legend goes he would take girls and string them up in the rafters. Anyway, these kids are down poking around in the cellar and they spot this dead girl hung by her neck. And"- "Anyone ID the corpse" Dean interrupted again.
"That's the thing. When the cops showed up...no body." Sam shrugged. "So now the cops are saying the kids made everything up." Dean also shrugged. "Maybe they did." Sam scanned the paper again, biting his lip. "I'm not so sure they did. I read a few of their first hand accounts, Dean...they seemed genuinely scared and sincere about everything they did and saw." "Uh huh..." Dean trained his eyes forward on the road for a few minutes, thinking this over. "And where did you read these accounts?" There was a mildly embarrassed pause. "Sam" Dean prompted. "Ok, so I knew we were going to be in Texas so I surfed around on some local..." He lowered his voice until the next two words were barely more than a whisper. "...paranormal websites." Dean laughed appreciatively. "Let me guess...streaming live out of Mom and Dad's basement..." Sam grinned sheepishly. "Probably." "Sam, most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit them in the"- "Dean."
He grinned. "Ok. Go on." Sam let out a heavy sigh. "Look Dean...we let Dad take off to god knows where...which was a mistake by the way..." He ignored the tick in his brother's jaw at this comment and pressed on. "So now we've got to find something to hunt. It can't hurt to check this thing out." Dean couldn't argue with at least this much.
"So where do we find these kids?"
The drive to Texas was a long one. Longer still whenever quiet fell and Dean was stuck with his whirling inner thoughts about the decision he had made back in Chicago to let their Dad go off on his own again, instead of reuniting the three of them permanently like he had been dreaming about for years. So when he noticed Sam asleep in the passenger seat with his mouth partly open, he couldn't help himself. Since they ate out basically every meal, there was always a plastic utensil or two hanging around the car. He selected a spoon and inserted it carefully into his brother's mouth with one hand, keeping the other loosely on the wheel. With his still free hand, he snapped a picture of the spectacle with his cellphone, then blasted the music.
Sam shot up in his seat like a canon ball, batting the spoon from his mouth in the same way a young cat would bat at a ball of yarn. He made a few spluttering sounds while Dean placed his second hand back on the wheel and laughed. "Come on Dean" Sam protested at the childish act. Dean simply kept chuckling. "Hey. There isn't a lot of scenery out here. Gotta make your own sometimes." "We aren't kids anymore Dean" Sam countered irritably. "We aren't going to start that stupid crap again." "Start what?" Dean smiled innocently. "You know what." Sam crossed his arms. "That pranking stuff. Back and forth. It's stupid, immature and it always elevates." Dean continued his innocent smiling. "Fine." Sam settled back in his chair, his lips twitching. "Just remember you started it."
"Whatever you say." Dean lowered the music's volume. "Give me the lowdown on this town again." Sam remained stiff in his seat for a second before reaching for the lone sheet of paper on the dash and reading from it. "Apparently a bunch of kids were checking out some old house in the woods that's supposed to be haunted"- "Haunted by what" Dean interrupted. Sam scanned the paper. "The spirit of some guy who used to live there I guess. Legend goes he would take girls and string them up in the rafters. Anyway, these kids are down poking around in the cellar and they spot this dead girl hung by her neck. And"- "Anyone ID the corpse" Dean interrupted again.
"That's the thing. When the cops showed up...no body." Sam shrugged. "So now the cops are saying the kids made everything up." Dean also shrugged. "Maybe they did." Sam scanned the paper again, biting his lip. "I'm not so sure they did. I read a few of their first hand accounts, Dean...they seemed genuinely scared and sincere about everything they did and saw." "Uh huh..." Dean trained his eyes forward on the road for a few minutes, thinking this over. "And where did you read these accounts?" There was a mildly embarrassed pause. "Sam" Dean prompted. "Ok, so I knew we were going to be in Texas so I surfed around on some local..." He lowered his voice until the next two words were barely more than a whisper. "...paranormal websites." Dean laughed appreciatively. "Let me guess...streaming live out of Mom and Dad's basement..." Sam grinned sheepishly. "Probably." "Sam, most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit them in the"- "Dean."
He grinned. "Ok. Go on." Sam let out a heavy sigh. "Look Dean...we let Dad take off to god knows where...which was a mistake by the way..." He ignored the tick in his brother's jaw at this comment and pressed on. "So now we've got to find something to hunt. It can't hurt to check this thing out." Dean couldn't argue with at least this much.
"So where do we find these kids?"
