Time for yet another chapter. What will the boys find as the hunt begins?
The house was really little more than a dilapidated excuse for a shed with windows. It slanted to one side, rusting nails sticking out at odd angles, threatening tetanus.

"Don't tell me," Dean smirked, "hellhoundslair, right?"

Sam scowled. "That's funny. No, this was a reliable source. An actual newspaper. Now mind explaining why I'm carrying two guns?"

"We're in public now, Sammy, and you're the only one who can see me. Anyone driving down that road over there sees me holding a gun and it won't be good. Floating weapons are a no-no. Just give it to me when we get inside."

"How come I'm the only one who can see you?" Sam asked, walking up the creaky stairs to the front door of the sideways house.

Dean shrugged. "No idea. Maybe you should ask some of your buddies. You have your pick. Haley Joel, Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt."

"If you were solid I'd throw something at you." He opened the door with a rusty squeal. Both brothers cringed.

The boys entered the decaying house, Sam drawing his weapon and handing the spare gun to Dean, who reached out a transparent hand to take it. Slowly, they made their way through the house, checking each room, upstairs and down, until only the spacious kitchen was left.

"She did it in here," Sam muttered as the brothers slid along the wall by the open door, "this is where the kids were all found." Something in the kitchen clattered loudly. The noise was followed by a muttered conversation.

"Sounds like she's got company," Dean muttered through clenched teeth, "on three?" Sam nodded. "One… two… three!" The Winchesters burst around the corner and into the kitchen, where two men in their late twenties stood, both staring at a large vase that had fallen. Cursing to himself, Dean dropped his gun.

The two men looked up as Sam entered the room, gun drawn, and screamed. They promptly jumped away from the shattered vase and two dead flowers it had held. The hunter lowered his weapon, staring at the men. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.

"What are we doing here? What are you doing here?"

"I asked you first," Sam said, throwing a sideways glance at his brother, who seemed annoyed by the sudden intrusion upon their hunt.

"Uh, we're supposed to be here," one of the men, a redhead with thick glasses, replied, "we're professionals."

"Sammy," Dean muttered, finally recognizing the men, "I know who they are."

Sam just looked at him. "Who?"

"Us. And we're over here, genius. Say, don't we know you?" the other said with a false air of authority.

"Ed and Harry," Dean said, smiling, "the Hell Hounds. As if we didn't have enough to deal with."

"Yeah, that's right," Sam smiled, looking at the other men, "the Hell Hounds. Been a while, huh?"

"We know you?" Harry asked, taking a step forward.

"Yeah," he nodded, his smile widening, "Richardson. The Hell House? How'd that, uh, movie deal work out?"

"Oh, well," Ed muttered, "I don't wanna brag, but it's looking good. Where's your brother?"

"Around," Sam replied as Dean started to chuckle. Some movie deal. "What brings you out here?"

"Meredith Michaels," Harry replied, "she was this mass murderer who killed little kids and she's started again."

"Oh. I see. Got anything yet?"

"We were just about to start our investigation, so if you would step aside and let the professionals handle it," Ed said.

"Well I'd love to see exactly how a professional such as yourself works. Mind if I sit in?"

Ed and Harry looked at each other, debating whether or not they needed the dead weight dragging their investigation down. "Sure," Harry finally replied, "just stay out of the way."

Sam nodded, glancing at Dean, who was suddenly very interested in what was happening. The elder winked as he walked calmly up behind the Hell Hounds. He stuck his pinky in his mouth, then inserted it cleanly into Harry's left ear. The man jumped.

"Something wet in my ear!" he shouted as Sam tried hard not to laugh.

"Meredith," Ed practically yelled in the large room, "show yourself." Nothing happened. "Check the EMF," he said professionally, turning to Harry, who was struggling to recover from his ghostly encounter.

Good little ghost hunter that he was, the shorter man pulled out the EMF reader and flipped it on. Sam watched him wave it around the room as Dean kept his distance. "Oh. There's definitely something here," Harry muttered as he approached a loosely hanging cabinet, "definitely, check this out."

Dean walked over to Sam. "Definitely something here," he said with a wide smile on his face, "Wanna have some fun with them before I chase them out?"

Sam just nodded as the Hell Hounds continued documenting a ghostly presence on the opposite end of the room.

"Guys," Sammy said, tentatively taking a step toward them, "is there anyway we can see where it is. I'm getting kind of scared."

"Relax," Ed smiled, "we know exactly what we're doing. No little ghosty is going to hurt you." He turned to Harry, "you brought in the thermal camera, right?" Harry nodded, pulling the camera out of a small black bag and setting the EMF on a table.

He flipped up the camera's screen and panned the room with it. "Oh, there's a drop in temperature," he said excitedly, "a sure sign of a haunting. Come check this out."

Sam and Ed ran up to get a better look. Sure enough, there was a slight drop in temperature directly ahead of the group.

"Look at that," Ed marveled, "kind of scary, isn't it?"

"Wow, I'll say," Dean commented, standing on tiptoes to see the screen, "can you see the ghost, Sammy?"

"Oh, I see it," Sam muttered, "maybe we should get out of here, guys. Before it gets mad."

"Relax, will you? We're professionals. We've handled things creepier than this before."

Sammy nodded as Dean crossed the room. "What now?" he asked softly.

"Simple. If there's a presence in this room, please make yourself known," Ed announced loudly. Dean began banging on the wall hard enough to make it shake. A picture fell, it's frame smashing as it connected with the ground.

"Dude!" Sam yelled, feigning shock and fear.

"Don't freak out," Harry cautioned, his voice rising an octave or two, "that'll just egg it on."

Dean just smirked and began stomping around the floor as Sam tried to choke back the gales of laughter fighting to break free.

"This place is really haunted," Ed marveled, looking around the large kitchen, fear apparent in his eyes.

Dean stalked quietly up to the table and knocked the EMF reader off, smiling as he did so. The Hell Hounds, who hadn't been expecting something behind them to move so suddenly, both jumped.

Without making a sound, the ghost snuck up behind the two professionals, smirking. "Dare me?" he asked his brother, who grinned and nodded. "Wedgie time, boys."

Ed and Harry both screamed, high-pitched, feminine shrieks, as Dean grabbed onto their boxers and pulled up. Needless to say, they both ran from the room, and the house, shouting something about a twisted spirit.

"Aw, they left their EMF," Dean noticed as the Hell Hounds sped off in their old Dodge, "and they forgot their camera."

"You're a horrible person, you know that?" Sam asked as Dean crossed the room and picked up his gun.

"Proud of it."