These are going to be short chapters.
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Sam's POV (cont)
Dean and I both walked around the house trying to catch any oddities while we saw Christina looking through the darkened windows. "Anything?" I asked Dean when I heard his EMF start to sing. He nodded but put it in his pocket.
"Not going to do us any good." He said grabbing his gun from his pants.
"Why'd you say that?" I followed him up the steps and towards the front door.
"I say it's because those things still have some juice in them." He pointed his thumb towards a telephone pull that I guess I didn't recognize as it was hidden amongst the trees. He jiggled the handle and walked in his gun raised while Christina and I walked in pulling out our weapons.
The door creaked open and we all took tentative steps inside ready to fire at a moment's notice. The walls were littered with strange symbols that made my stomach twist but some of them were confusing to see.
"Looks like old man Murdoch was a tagger in his time." Dean said walking up to a symbol to scrutinize the drawing.
"And apparently after his time." I said my eyes wide with a mix of amazement and uneasiness. "That reverse cross over there, was used by Satanists for centuries, but this sigil of sulfur didn't show up not until the 60's in San Francisco." I watched as Dean stopped and lowered his gun.
"Nerd." He mumbled shaking his head. "That is why you don't get laid."
"Actually chicks do dig the smart ones." Christina said with a giggle. "Too bad you only attract the ones that are easy." I held in a laugh as Dean looked as though he might shoot her, but stormed off only to stop a few feet away and stared at a strange symbol.
"Have you seen this one before?" He was pointing to a black symbol. I stared at it trying to get a mental picture trying to rack my brain. It was a cross with a dot in the middle of what looked like an upside down question mark. I stared at it and shook my head.
"No, I haven't." I admitted. I even saw Christina scratching her head in confusion.
"It's strange, but I have...somewhere." Dean said his eyes narrowing.
I reached out and rubbed at the symbol something small specks of paint stuck to my fingers. "It's paint." I said showing the rubbings to Dean. "Seems fresh too."
"I don't know Sammy," Dean said shrugging his shoulder. "You both know I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind." He glared as Christina and I both nodded our heads in agreement. "But I think the cops may be right about this one. Maybe it's nothing."
I felt my eyes drop, "Yeah. Maybe." I said shaking my head. We turned to leave when something moved in a room next to the one we were just in. Dean and I took our positions in front of our sister who nodded quietly. We took small careful steps until we surrounded the door. I stood on the left, Dean the right leaving Christina in the middle. Dean nodded when the noises got closer. With a quick movement. Dean moved in front of Christina, lifted up his leg and sent it flying through the closed door. A bright light greeted us making Dean and I to lift our hands to our eyes.
"Cut!" Someone said in annoyance. "It's just a couple of humans...and a girl." We blinked out the bright square that Dean and I suffered. Two guys one with shaggy hair and bottle rimmed glasses and one that had a buzz cut black hair and a fisherman's vest stood annoyed looks on their faces until Christina brushed past and they they straightened.
"What are you guys doing here?" the bottle rimed guy asked, I was sure he was trying to act tough in front of our sister but it sure wasn't' impressing her in the least.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean countered putting a protective arm in front of Christina who took a step behind me.
"We belong here." Bottle-Rimmed said pushing his glasses further up on his nose. "We're professionals." He was standing up throwing his chest out at us. I had to bite down on my tongue to keep myself from laughing.
"Professional what?" Dean asked his eyes narrowing.
"Paranormal Investigators." He dug into his pocket for a few seconds before shoving a business card into my hands. Dean leaned over to check. I felt Christina's hands on my shoulders as she tried to peer over Dean's head. "There you go. Take a look at that, guys." He was smug. The kind of smug that even Dean couldn't stand.
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Dean groaned as he looked from the business card then at the two would be hunters and then walked away pulling his hand over his mouth trying really hard not to laugh or cruse.
"Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler?" I said eying the two guys. "You guys run the website don't you? HellHoundsLair?"
"The one and only." Ed said pushing his glasses up on his nose. He was trying to look more intelligent as he eyed Christina who looked like she was about to run out of the house sick.
"Oh Yeah. Yeah we're huge fans." Dean stepped back and forced himself in between the glances.
"Well, we know who are too." Dean and I stared at the two "professional" hunters before they shook their heads. "Lame amateurs. Going at this for the cheap thrills ain't ya?"
"Yeah, I guess." I said with a shrug. "Well, I guess we should leave it for the professionals don't you think Dean?" I asked nudging my sister out the door. She let out a small grumble and vanished around the corner.
Dean nodded. "Keep up the good work." His voice was laced with sarcasm as we all left the house. "I think it's time to do some research on the house. Maybe find out what the symbol was that I saw."
End of Sam's POV
~Hell House~
Christina's POV
I let out a long sigh as I helped Sam with the local history books, trying to find anything about Mordechai and his homicidal tendencies. I found nothing. I could tell by the way he was rubbing his head that he didn't find anything as well.
"Anything?" I asked him and he shook his head sliding one of the three history books we had found. "So maybe Dean's right. Maybe it's just a bunch of hocus pocus that was just there to scare people."
"But what about that girl Craig and his friends saw?" He asked shooting me a questionable look. "Did you find anything?"
"No," I said shaking my head. "But Dean did say he was going to head over to the police station and see if any of the missing persons matched the description of the girl." I saw him nod his head and we stood up. I grabbed the books and placed them back where we had found them before walking out the door. Dean was leaning up against the wall of the library and I felt Sam grab my shoulder.
"Stay out of the car for a few minutes." He whispered and let go of my shoulder. I looked at him confused before he rushed up towards Dean, leaving me to walk the few feet by myself.
"Find anything?" Dean asked as Sam walked up. Sam shot me a look and I froze.
"Nothing on Mordechai but there was a man name Martin Murdock who lived in that house in the '30s. He did have kids but two boys, and there's no evidence he ever killed anyone."
I saw Dean shrug. I was walking over when I felt my cellphone buzz in my jacket pocket. I pulled it out and stared at the number for a second before walking away and answering the call placing it to my ear.
"Hello?" I said glancing back at Sam and Dean who were now talking leaning on the top of the car.
"Don't go in that house." The voice was deep. Something clicked in my head as I heard the voice again. "Don't go in that house." It repeated. I was confused. I heard the click on the other end and my phone went dead.
Okay that was weird I said walking back over towards the Impala. Dean was sitting in the driver's seat and had turned over his car, Latin pop music blared out of his speakers and we watched as he struggled to turn off his radio accidentally turning on his wipers. Now I see why Sam told me to stop.
"That's one point for me." He said with a smile. Dean's eyes glared at him then back at me as I slowly slid into the back seat. I shook my head almost hearing the accusation that I had any part in doing this.
"That all you got?" Dean asked shaking his head at Sam. "That's weak. That's bush league weak." We sped off both Sam and I beginning to laugh as Dean's growls rumbled in his throat.
End of Christina's POV