After doing a little research at the local library and coming up with absolutely nothing to support the kid's stories, they decided this was a bust after all. Just some Scooby Doo crap. That is, until they heard the transmission on the police scanner; a body was found at the Murdoch place. Time to get back to work.
They waited until nightfall to investigate the house again. Dean glanced over the law enforcement officers pacing the grounds, they could take them out easy enough. The problem was drawing attention; no one needs to investigate unconscious cops. A quiet noise turned into hushed conversations nearby and he looked over his shoulder. Great, the douchebags are back.
"I can't believe it."
Sam and Kayla looked over to see the Hell Hound boys coming towards the house, head to toe in nighttime gear.
Dean paused, this could be good. "I got an idea." He yelled towards the dorks. "Who you gonna call?!"
Of course, since they weren't taking the time to be inconspicuous, the cops saw them. Dean motioned towards the house as the cops chased them off.
This time they went further into the house and found more eerie artifacts, unfortunately it was a little too eerie. Too set up.
"Mmm, I'm totally not digging the collection of creepy things in jars." Kayla grimaced.
Dean immediately grabbed a jar and held it out. "What this?"
"Quit!" She jumped away from him, which was a little for show. The jars were full of fake crap to look scary.
"Can we focus?" Sam looked at them.
"I am focusing, you told me to focus." Dean answered back. Sam should make up his mind whether he wanted him to put an effort into this or not.
Sam rolled his eyes; they had time to flirt later. Right now they were trying to figure out why a girl just died here last night.
"Hey Sam I dare you to take a swig of this."
He sighed in exasperation. "Why the hell would I do that?"
"I double dare you."
There was a noise from the closet. Dean readied his gun while Sam jerked the doors open, he shuddered as a few rats crawled out.
"Augh, I hate rats."
Sam chuckled. "You'd rather it be a ghost?"
"Yes."
"Guys turn around!" Kayla yelled; she'd seen the movement behind her but didn't have her gun ready.
They spun around and shot at the ghost but the thing didn't go away.
"What kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?!"
All three of them made attempts to shoot the damn thing but it just kept coming, swinging that axe around and smashing the place to pieces. Retreat was the best option at this point, until they could figure out what the hell was going on.
