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Disclaimer: I own nothing! Kripke, I promise I'm not trying to steal the boys from you. Just would like to borrow them for a little while...
A/N: Thanks for the reviews on my first chapter, a little boring though it may seem, I can promise Chapter Three will be very exciting. I was so unsure about this story, but I really wanted to bring back the HellHound boys and Mordechai. We have to finish him! So here we go with chapter two...
Take the House out of Hell House
Chapter 2 - And Justice for All
The boys pulled into Richardson, Texas exactly 4 hours and 32 minutes later. Sam knew it precisely because after his rude awakening he could not seem to fall back asleep, partly because of the overly loud music, but Sam was also feeling part of the guilt for leaving Mordechai alive to kill another day.
Their first step was to find a decent motel. They needed a base to research and tend to wounds. Though not much research was needed. Sam and Dean already knew what to expect and even how to kill it, but the question was would the HellHound boys consent to changing their website for them after what happened before.
Next step was to find the HellHound boys. But so far that would be their most contending issue. They searched for the boys, but the website didn't seem to give away any direction as to where they might have gone; though it seemed it was being updated frequently with some pretty crazy crap. But that didn't help them track down the boys. They couldn't they find any trace of them... not in the paranormal investigator business or in the movie business. Who knew where they could be found?
"The last trace of them was just over two months ago. They were seen packing gear, and they told a neighbour that they were going to go on a camping trip. But the neighbour said that was suspicious when they drove off in the opposite direction of the local campsites," stated Sam as he sat in front of his laptop researching a small article from Liberty Grove, a few miles outside of Richardson.
"I hate the game of 'tag'," Dean scoffs.
Sam looks over at his brother who was unpacking a few of his clothes. "Wouldn't it be more of a game of 'hide-and-seek'?"
Dean shrugs. "We know where they are... were... a general area. Now we just need to catch up to them. Tag."
"Whatever."
After Dean took a short shower, giving his hair time to dry, they set out to the last place Ed and Harry were seen... Liberty Grove.
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The boys drove into the quaint little town only a short distance from their motel. Liberty Grove had many old houses, all with white picket fences, perfect little gardens, and a busy little square. It was the perfect little town. But not the place where you would find... ghosts.
That thought was on both boys' minds. Why would Ed and Harry have moved here? What was so charming about this place that the boy decided to take up residence in a small house, living comfortably without anyone knowing about what they had seen? Seeing a real live ghost, one that could never die, was not something that someone just forgot all of a sudden. And most people would try and get as far away from the place where their lives had been officially ruined as possible. But these HellHound boys had moved to a town right beside Richardson, Texas... The next most troubling question was: what was so urgent that they would all of a sudden pack up and leave?
Sam and Dean pulled into Ed and Harry's previous pad, which was now occupied by an elderly couple. They were inside having a nice cup of tea that evening when the boys knocked on the door.
"Yes?" asked an older lady. Her glasses were large, her hair was gray, and she had a distinct smell of cat litter.
"We are from the FBI ma'am. We are looking for the previous residents of this house. Would you happen to know where they went?" queried Sam, standing in front of his brother.
"No, I don't," she replied with a sweet old voice. "They just left. Left all their furniture and everything. We got the house for dirt cheap too!"
Sam's smile was an awkward one.
"Look sonny, I recommend you two just turn around and forget about looking for those two. I think they were involved in some weird stuff," remarked the old woman.
"How so?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrow.
"We used to live right there..." the elderly lady pointed to a neat brown house right across the street. "...And we needed a change. That was the only reason we moved here after they left."
Dean hid a smirk behind Sam's back as he thought about how moving just across the street was a big change. Try going to a new state every other week!
But the old woman continued. "Every once in a while I would look out my window and see those two boys outside with a whole bunch of weird technology. They looked pretty alien to me. They had all those mini computers. You know the flat ones, small, portable?"
"Laptop." Dean states.
The old woman just waved her hand in his face, dismissing him and returning her attention back to Sam and says, "And they always acted a little funny. I used to walk by and hear then talk about ghosts! I mean have you ever heard such a thing. It's sad what young people are into these days."
Dean once again hid a smile.
She continued to explain, "They were a little bit weird in the head. Did I say that already? Anyway, I say you turn your backs and forget you were ever looking for them..."
The boys nodded their head to her, choosing not to say anything to the old-age woman. They turn around to leave, Sam yelling a small 'thanks' over his shoulder.
But as an after thought the woman yells after them, "Actually you guys should find them before they hurt someone or themselves. They need help. Maybe you could try asking the librarian at the local library. I used to see them in there all the time! Just go left here."
Sam nodded his head to her and yells, "Thanks!" The boys climb into the car and start it up. They pull out onto the road in the direction of the library.
Dean then speaks up. "Did she seem just a bit creepy to you?" He smiles.
Sam shakes his head. "She is just a lonely old woman with--"
"--With nothing better to do then stare out her window or 'happen' to walk by when our boys were out and about," interrupted Dean.
"She was sweet," Sam retorts.
"Yea, I think she was hitting on you."
But Sam said nothing in reply as the library came into view. Just like the rest of the town, it was an old style building with columns rising on either side of the huge doors. Stairs led up to the old oak doors and the chevron roof had a sign saying, "Liberty Library". It was brown and it really looked like it was built to last.
Sam decides to leave Dean in the car while he talks to the librarian inside. He returns only a few minutes later. He jumps into the car and Dean starts it up and asks, "Well?"
"Ehn, nothing we didn't already know. Two crazy guys coming in talking about ghosts."
Dean nods. "OK then, we can head over to the neighbour's house."
Sam turns his body slightly to face his brother. "Why didn't we go there in the first place?"
"I saw lights on in the HellHound boy's old house, so I thought maybe they were still in there, then I thought the library might be promising, but oh well. I was wrong, now we go to the neighbour's," Dean explains simply.
"Ok."
Metallicar rumbled into the neighbour's house. Donald Andrew. Dean stepped into the lead this time, and as he knocked on the man's door he looked next door and saw the only lady and her husband playing a game of scrabble on the deck. His sightseeing was interrupted as a bigger set man with a balding head and yellowish teeth opened the door. Dean stepped back as the screen opened.
Don was wearing a light blue striped shirt with beige shorts and on his feet were socks and sandals. Dean shook his head and said, "Hi, I'm John Ham and this is my partner Bonny Veldt. We're with the FBI, and we were wondering if you knew anything about your previous neighbours?"
The man didn't even hesitate as he remarks, "You mean that they were crazy. You always saw them around talking like they had seen a ghost. Like a real live ghost. Have you ever heard such a thing?"
"Huh, yea," was all Dean could say.
Donald then continues, "I was pretty happy when they left. I could sleep well that very next night."
Dean asks, "And do you know which way they went?"
"They left town out the West exit. They said they were going camping, but the camping sites are east. They were up to something."
Then from inside the small brown house a old woman's voice shouts out, "Donald, who is it?"
Don turned around and yelled back, "Just someguys looking for those people who used to live next to us."
"Well about time," the woman shouts disgustedly. "Tookthem long enough."
"Yes mom," Donald said rather embarrassingly. "Anyway, you guys should check out that way. They left a couple months ago, and I haven't seen them since, but I don't think they went far. Call it an instinct."
Dean smirks, giving the man an approving smile, then tells him, "Thanks for the information."
"Just make sure you get them!" He nods his head vigorously.
"We will sir. Thanks again." Dean and Sam then turns and leave, just missing another remark his mom shouted to the 50 some man.
In the car, Dean glances at Sam and says, "Don't say he was cute too..."
Sam sent his brother a stern glare, the snaps, "Just drive. Back to Richardson and we can check out the HellHouse again."
"Well, yes sir!"
To Be Continued...