Chapter Three: Oooh Hell is a Place on Earth...

Sam woke up to sliver of light, that streamed in through the nearly closed curtains and onto his face, and the smell of breakfast being made. He hadn't woken up to that wonderful smell since Jessica. That thought was like a small pin prick to his heart. He hadn't thought of Jessica for awhile. He hadn't wanted to. He shook the thoughts from his head, went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, then went to wake up his snoring brother.

"Dean. Dean. DEAN!" Sam shouted in Dean's ear.

"I-I-I'm up. I'm up," he stuttered sleepily.

"Good, cause I think breakfast is ready," Sam said. That made Dean shoot up from his bed and into the bathroom.

"I need a shower. Be out in five," he said as he closed the door.

"Whatever. Every time you say five, it means twenty!"

Sure enough, twenty minuets later the boys were heading down the stairs that'd led to their room from the main room with the bar. Sam, with his laptop in hand, Dean with a gun hidden in his coat and the plate from the pie he'd devoured before slipping into a sugar coma the night before in his hand. They sat down at the bar. Sam turned on his laptop and immediately got internet access.

"Dude, look at this. I searched the history of Hell and apparently this stuff started happening once when the Salem Witch Trials were going on, once around the time of the Great Depression, and it started again the day you were pulled out from down under," he informed Dean.

"Huh. I guess everything does revolve around me," Dean smirked, but a dark mood suddenly set in.

"I'm thinking it's something to do with the first time, the Salem thing. What if there's a witch casting spells, setting loose a bunch of things that we've caught?" Sam suggested.

"Yeah maybe. We'll check it out when we get there. Talk to a few of the locals you know?" Dean said. Sam nodded. Rebecca entered the room then, dressed in a pair of sweats and a tight hoodie jacket. Dean looked down.

"So you guys are up then? Good, cause I started breakfast. Wouldn't want it to get too cold right? Mario!" she yelled in the direction of the door she'd come out from, "Bring in those plates!"

A guy who looked to be the same age as Sam ran into the room, balancing two plates and two coffee's in his arms.

"Sorry about delay. Eggs got all burnded, had to start new batch," he said, setting the plates in front of Dean and Sam.

"Didn't I show you how to whisk them properly? Pay attention next time," Rebecca said fiercely with a hint of affection.

"Sorry baby. Mario go make hot chocolate for Becca?" he asked.

"Sure. Don't burn that you hear?" she chuckled.

"Yup yup!" Mario said and dashed away.

"Isn't he like our age?" Dean asked.

"Yeah."

"And you don't threaten him when he calls you baby?"

"He meant baby sister. He's my brother. Yeah, he's 23 but some idiot nurse dropped him when he was a baby so he's a little brain damaged," she said.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. So, you boys heading into Hell today?" Rebecca asked.

"Planning on it," Sam said.

"Could you give me a ride? Mom's sick, Mario's not allowed to drive, I'm fourteen, and we're running low on food. Plus, I've got karate class soon."

"I don't know. We've got a lot to do today," Dean said uncertainly.

"You guys can stay another night for free and the next for 40 bucks," Rebecca offered.

"Deal."

It was snowing when they headed out the door, Rebecca now in her karate uniform with a heavy coat and snow boots on.

"This your car?" she asked admiringly as they approached the Impala.

"Yeah. She's a little beat up but...," Dean started.

"Nah! She's a beauty. '67 Chevy Impala right? I've always wanted one. Sure the bumper's a little dented, but it has character. This...this is a piece of art," Rebecca said a little breathlessly. Both Sam and Dean's mouths dropped.

"Impressive! How do you know so much about cars?" Dean asked.

"My dad. He was a mechanic. He used to let me help him fix up cars, usually older ones. He even taught me how to drive. Yeah, a little early, but it was fun. He took me on long road trips on his motorcycle and took me to school in his '69 Pontiac GTO. He...he died in a car crash a few years ago, right after mom got weird," she told them.

"Oh. I'm sorry," Sam said.

"Yeah, me too. Anyway, let's go. I'm gonna be late. Plus, I've always wanted a ride in an Impala," Rebecca smirked.

They all slid in the car and Rebecca patted the leather on the back seat.

"Comfy," she said.

"Yup. Good on long trips," Dean smirked as the engine roared to life.

"Man, listen to that purr!" Becca laughed in delight. Dean turned plugged in the Ipod and immediately AC/DC blasted from the speakers. Sam turned it down and looked at Dean and then pointedly at Rebecca.

"Oh sorry. You probably don't like this stuff. Uh...," Dean shuffled through the Ipod, looking for any 'girly crap' Sam had downloaded. "You like Justin Beiber?" he asked, trying to hold back a gag.

"Ha! About as much as a knife in my throat! Was that AC/DC that you first turned on? I love them. Especially Back in Black."

"Seriously? What other groups do you like?" Dean asked.

When Dean finally pulled into the parking lot of Chong Kim's Karate, Dean and Rebecca had sung every song by AC/DC, Whitesnake, Aerosmith, Bon Jovi, and Van Halen. Sam had joined in for a couple, but had fallen asleep once they got into Aerosmith.

"Well, thanks," Rebecca said, getting out of the car.

"No prob. You want us to pick you up?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Come back around five," Rebecca said.

"All right Rebecca. See you in a few hours," Dean smiled.

"Thanks a lot, really. And uh, I'm sorry I was kinda harsh earlier. We get a lot of drifters at the inn and a lot of them are creeps."

"I can understand that, don't worry. See you Rebecca," Dean said.

"Yeah see you...oh and Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Call me Becca," she smiled. Dean smiled back and then drove away.

"Sam. Sam! Wake up sleeping beauty! We're here," Dean said, shaking his younger brother awake.

"Huh? Oh. Where's Rebecca?" Sam asked groggily.

"Dropped her off at her karate class. Dude, I think we bonded. She's pretty cool when she's not insulting you," Dean chuckled.

"Seriously? Do you know how cheesy and slightly creepy that sounds?" Sam laughed.

"Shut up. So what are we looking for?" Dean asked.

"Well, how about we start at that book store across the street?" Sam suggested.

The book store was decorated like it was the Nightmare Before Christmas. Faux spiderwebs hung down in front of the window complete with plastic spiders. Fire was painted all over the glass and a Christmas wreath hung on the door, looking very out of place.

"Hell's Written Word? That may be the most stupid name for a book store ever," Dean shook his head.

"Stupid or not, maybe we can get some info from the store clerk," Sam said.

Dean opened the door and both brothers were greeted by the sound of creepy 'demon' laughter. Dean rolled his eyes and looked at Sam. He simply shrugged sheepishly. They approached the front desk where an elderly woman with long, thin, gray hair was sitting, back turned away from them.

"Excuse me? Um, miss?" Sam asked. The lady didn't turn around. It was quiet. Suddenly, a creepy face appeared in front of the boys and let out an unearthly scream. Dean gave a little shout and Sam jumped a bit. The lady turned around and started cracking up.

"Ha! Oh that never gets old!" she said. Then she pulled off her face, which turned out to be a mask, revealing a young guy with sandy brown hair.

"Yeah, real hilarious. You nearly gave us a heart attack!" Dean complained.

"Sorry man. Tourists love this junk. It's why they come," the guy said, getting up from the desk. "So what can I do for you?" he asked.

"Well, we're staying in the area for Christmas, visiting some relatives. He's real into this, uh, supernatural stuff so we stopped by," Dean gestured at Sam who promptly blushed.

"You mean the books? Cause we have the whole series," the guy said.

"That's...that's great, but I already read all of those. I'm really into the supernatural in general," Sam said playing along with Dean's story.

"Oh, well, Hell's a good place for you then," he laughed.

"Yeah...so, um, Chris?" Sam read the guy's name tag. "You heard about the weird stuff that's been going on around here?"

"Sure. Everyone has. Weird disappearances and reports of strange creatures... The town's been using those as tourist attractions. I think it's disrespectful, but it totally brings in people which brings in money, you know?" Chris said.

"Sure. So, have you seen anything freaky?" Dean asked.

"Well, there was this one thing...," the store clerk said hesitantly.

"Please, go on. We won't think you're crazy," Sam said encouragingly. Chris looked back and forth between the two brothers before continuing.

"Last Saturday, after I'd locked up the store, I heard this weird voice. It sounded like chanting or something, but there were no people around. Does that qualify as freaky?" he asked.

"Yeah, that is strange," Sam said thoughtfully.

"Anything else?" Dean questioned.

"My sister swore up and down that she saw Buffy the Vampire Slayer running after a vampire. But she's 13 and way to into that stuff," Chris chuckled.

"Well, thanks for the info Chris. We better get going Sam, remember you have to take your pill," Dean smirked. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Yeah sure. Come again guys," Chris called after them as they exited the building.

"Seriously Dean?" Sam asked when they got to the Impala.

"What?" Dean said innocently.

"My pill?"

"Oh come on! Don't be such a cry baby!"

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

"Whatever. Let's split up, talk to some more of the locals. Meet you here at eight," Sam said.

"Sure. Wait, what time is it now?"

Sam checked his watch.

"Five," he responded.

"Shit!" Dean exclaimed and yanked open the car door.

"What?" Sam asked, alarmed.

"I have to pick up Rebecca. You go interview people. Meet you back here in 3," Dean said before speeding off. Sam shook his head, shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked away.