Okay I know it's been a few days since I was on, the truth was my husband commandeered the computer when he got home from his job as a truck driver. But now that he's gone I'm gonna try and get my stories up and moving again. So enjoy this rendition of "Hell House" Inspired by the actual Episode. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to Supernatural or the characters, just Christina and a few others. Please enjoy and comment.

Dean's POV

It was way to easy. Sam's mouth was still partly ajar and I smiled knowing it was an invitation to humiliate him. I gripped the plastic spoon carefully into my hand as I maneuvered the tip inside Sam's mouth just deep enough to have the tip of the head of the spoon to be wedged between his lips. He didn't flinch. He didn't move. I smiled a victory. I glanced down at the road as I pulled out my cellphone and quickly and quietly opened up the camera app and snapped the picture to save for a later blackmail use.

I smiled and felt my fingers curl around the volume and twisted it so the music, that was at a soothing mutter in the background, turned to a screaming match of music and hard core lyrics. I smiled as Sam bolted upright and fought to get the spoon out of his mouth before spitting. I was drumming on my steering wheel when I felt someone smack the back of my head, as Sam turned the music down to a dull roar.

"Very funny, Dean." He grumbled wiping his mouth the back of his hand. I looked behind me and I saw dark hazel eyes glaring at me through the rear view. "Boy if looks could kill." Sam mumbled with a smile. I let out a chuckle and looked back out on the road.

"Sorry," I said to both of the passengers. "Not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda gotta make your own."

"Man, we're not kids anymore, Dean. We're not gonna start this crap up again."

"Start what up?" I smiled knowing full well what he was about to say.

"That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates."

"What's the matter, Sammy? Scared you're going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again?" I saw the dark glare and I smiled. The eyes from behind me looked confused. "It's something you should be looking forward to." I said with a smile, my younger sister's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Don't worry I'll be easy on you."

"Don't be." She said twirling her neck around and sending out little pops that made both Sam and I cringe. "You'll never catch me falling for stupid pranks." She sounded cocky. A trait that I myself had been cursed with. But I shrugged and looked over at Sam who was still wiping his mouth.

"Just remember something, Dean." Sam said glancing over at me. "You started it."

"Ha! Bring it all Baldy!" I smirked and continued to drive.

"Where are we anyways?" He asked his eyes scanning for any type of sign with indication as to where we might be.

"A few hours outside of Richardson." I remarked glancing back in the rearview seeing my sister fast asleep once again. I held in a chuckle. "Gimme the lowdown again?"

Sam pulled out his laptop and began to read a newspaper sight. "About a month or two ago, a group of kids goes poking inside this local haunted house."

My eyebrows knitted together and shot a glance over at Sam before returning back to driving. "Haunted by what?"

"Some misguided ghost that likes to string up the ladies to the rafters."

"Kinky." Came a soft voice from behind us. Our sisters eyes opened and she sighed in defeat of ever getting back to sleep. She looked up at Sam and shrugged. "Don't let me stop you, bro." She smiled and crossed her arms on the back of the seat and placed her chin the nest she made.

"Anyways," Sam said shooting a questionable look at our sister. "They were walking in the basement and found this girl hanging, dead."

"Did they ID the body?" I ask pulling over a lane as some douche in a tan 4x4 zoomed past me.

"That's the thing," Sam said licking his lips. "When the cops arrived at the house, she was gone. Completely vanished. Cops claimed the kids were just pulling the worlds sickest prank ever." I let out a shrug.

"Maybe the cops were right." I said even though I hated to agree with the local authorities.

"Well, the accounts the kids have given, seem pretty sincere."

I raised an eyebrow. "Where'd you read their accounts?"

Sam's cheeks flushed a little as he let out a sigh. "Well, I knew that we'd be passing through Texas so I uh...surfed some local..." The glances he got from both me and Christina made his cheeks glow darker. "Paranormal websites. And I found one."

"And it's called...what?" I asked Christina's blond hair brushed past me and was now looking over Sam's shoulder.

"HellHoundsLair ." She said her twisting in a smile. "Sounds like it's a legit sight for creepy single 30 year olds living in their mom's basement."

I had to smile in agreement. "Yeah. Sounds like a website for those hopeless nut jobs that wouldn't know a ghost even if they bit 'em in the persqueeter."

"Look, we left dad." My eyes rolled as he had to bring up dad. Its only been a month. I thought licking my lips. "Which was a mistake, by the way." It was mistake I didn't leave you in South Dakota. I thought bitterly trying really hard not to yell back at him. "And now we don't know where the Hell he is, so in the meantime we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm in checking this thing out."

I let out a sigh and took a look at our little sister who did seem a little lost knowing she just met dad and now he was gone again. But she wasn't freaking out like Sam was. "Alright." I gave in seeing the Richardson 176 miles away sign. "So where do we find these kids?"

I thought I saw a smile on Sam's face. "Same place you always find kids in a town like this."

"Mm-mm..." came a moan from the backseat. "Double bacon cheeseburger here I come!" Sam and I chuckled.

End of Dean's POV