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A/N: Welcome to my official 10th story. I must say I am proud to have stuck with it this far and my abilities are getting better, but I still need your wonderful reviews to see where I still need to improve. I accept all criticism and flame on any of my stories. And now without further adieu, I would like to present...
Take the House out of Hell House
Chapter 1 - The Thing That Should Not Be
Sam hit his brother's shoulder playfully as Dean let out another stupid joke pertaining to Sam's height. They had been walking through a forest from a hunt, when Sam had received a call from a telemarketer. He was in the process of shutting his phone off when he nearly ran into a tree, but he scratched up his face with a branch pretty bad.
"The branch won, dude," commented Dean as he examined his little brother's face. He flicked his brother's cheek, dislodging a pinecone flake from a wound, before nodding.
Sam flinched and rubbed his cheek where a huge spiked pinecone had whacked him in the face.
They continued to stroll through the brightly-lit forest at noon. Dean walked a little ahead of Sam just in case. Sam gave his whole attention on the surroundings, not giving into distractions, not wanting to be interrupted by a tree in his face.
After only another ten minutes through the quiet forest, Dean and Sam jump over a worn barbed wired fence and exit the woods for good. They see the Impala no more than a 100 feel away, on the side of an unused dirt road, right where they had left it.
Dean sighed deeply as he threw his weapon bag in the back seat and climbed into the driver's side. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and started the strong engine. It settles into a gentle hum. "Come on, baby." And with that, Dean pressed the gas and they started off.
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It was an hour drive back to the hotel, and Dean had consented to being the good brother for a little while as Sam fell into a deep sleep. He kept the music low with nothing good on the radio.
The boys cleaned up, each of them displaying their own set of scratches from the nasty campsite poltergeist. After a few painful stitches, they were packed and headed out to the next town a little more than six hours away.
No more than one hour into the drive, Sam was half-asleep half-awake when there was a quiet, subtle beeping coming from the back seat. Dean listened and attempted to dig into his bag, but gave up and hit Sam on his chest fully awakening him. Sam jumped with a start and before he even asked he too heard the ringing. He wrinkled his brow and dug into his own bag, seeming to know exactly what he was looking for. After a few moments of digging he retrieved his laptop.
He opened up the lids and an alert box appeared. Written on it was "New message".
Dean glanced at the blue screen, with the white alert box. "Who's it from?" he asked questioningly.
"Not many people know about this email." Sam clicks on the "Open Message" button, and an email is displayed... from Bobby. "Hmm, Bobby."
"Bobby? Why is he sending you en email?"
"I don't know. Maybe he is in an area with no cell-reception." Sam's eyes scan over the email. "He's found a hunt for us... Looks like he can't find anyone else to take it..."
"So, he wants us to do it."
"Yea... and it looks like we're close! Richardson, Texas."
Dean sighs deeply. I just wanted to find another hotel and sleep for a while. We have been hunting non-stop. I think we need a break."
There was a pause, and then Sam says with some surprise, "I think we need to take this one."
"Yea? Does he want to prove to me that the Easter Bunny is real?" Dean chuckled.
Sam shot his brother a reproachful look, then says, "No, it's Mordechai."
"Mordechai? Who or is a Mordechai? That's got to be Latin for Easter Bunny!" Dean wittingly remarks.
Sam sighs and continues to read the details of the emails.
Dean glanced over at the open laptop and his eyes happen upon a highlighted word: After a couple more glances Dean reads the full sentence pertaining to the website. It said, 'It's a crappy website, but their information seems to be spot on.' Dean then exclaims, "Crap! Mordechai? Mordechai Merdock?" When he received a nod from Sam, he swore.
"I told you burning the house down wasn't a good idea."
Dean's eyes are wide as he says, "You didn't say anything. You just kind of huffed at me, and well, predicted that we might have to go back."
Sam shrugs as he clicks through the email. "Close enough."
Dean sighs then asks, "So, what is it this time? The HellHound guys didn't have enough fun last time, they had to make him invincible and able to go anywhere?!"
Sam gives no response.
"I guess we'll take it," Dean replies after a few moments.
Sam's head whips around to face him brother. "You guess? Dean, this was our mess... our hunt and we didn't finish it! More people are dead because we didn't finish the Tulpa! So, 'I guess' is not really the best answer here!"
Dean had no comeback, feeling those people's deaths as a weight on his shoulders.
There was silence in the car for a few more minutes when a Metallica song began to play on the radio: The Thing That Should Not Be
'Messenger of Fear in sight
Dark deception kills the light
Hybrid children watch the sea
Pray for Father, roaming free
Fearless Wretch
Insanity
He watches
lurking beneath the sea
Great Old One
Forbidden site
He searches
Hunter of the Shadows is rising'
Dean listened to the lyrics, letting them invade his mind and take over his thoughts. Hearing 'Hunter of the Shadows' Dean remarks, "OK then, let's hunt this son of a bitch."
The Impala raced down the lost highway, filling with the dark lyrics of the song:
'Immortal
in madness You dwell
Crawling Chaos, underground
Cult has summoned, twisted sound
Out from ruins once possessed
fallen city, living death
Fearless Wretch
Insanity
He watches
lurking beneath the sea
Great Old One
Forbidden site
He searches
Hunter of the Shadows is rising
Immortal
in madness You dwell
Not dead which eternal lie
Stranger eons Death may die
Drain you of your sanity
Face The Thing That Should Not Be
Fearless Wretch
Insanity
He watches
lurking beneath the sea
Great Old One
Forbidden site
He searches
Hunter of the Shadows is rising'
TBC...
A/N: Well, how was my first chapter? It's short I know, but it will get longer next chapter, and I really need some response on this one. It took a lot of motivation to write it. So, click that button and write some words. Love you all!
