Title: Calls Me Home
Summary: A journey through seven seasons of Supernatural through the eyes of two Winchesters and a Singer.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ruby Singer, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, and a whole ton of others.
Disclaimer: Everything you see here belongs to Eric Kripke and Co. The title belongs to the song "Calls Me Home" by Shannon LaBrie.
Author's Note: I would just like to say that the timeline is so screwed up at some points. It's almost mind boggling.
Though the boys were ready to head back out the day after they arrived in Sioux Falls, Ruby had insisted that they stay until they at least weren't sore anymore from their attack back in Chicago. Dean busied himself with giving his baby, the Impala, an oil change and just generally checking it over to make sure it was in tip top shape. Sam, with Bobby's permission, was all about doing research by looking through the elder Singer's books. Ruby just wanted a break so she helped around the house and made sure the three most important men in her life were well fed. The blonde did feel a little guilty that she was enjoying her time at home with her father while the Winchesters had just sadly separated from their dad again for now. They had assured her that it was perfectly alright for her to enjoy being at home though. Surprisingly this arrangement worked for about two weeks before Sam found a potential case. It was in Richardson, Texas which was a bit of a drive south from Sioux Falls though they didn't seem to mind.
"You know, you could stay home with your dad longer if you want. We love having you along with us, but we'd understand." Dean assured her as he and Sam loaded up the car for the trip.
Ruby glanced back at the house she called home smiling fondly in thought. "I know, but I'm ready to hit the road again. Plus I've never been to Richardson."
"Alright then, if you're sure, let's go." Sam smiled at her as he closed the trunk.
Bobby watched them nodding his head a bit. "You boys take care. Ruby, sweetheart, stay safe, you hear me?"
She walked over hugging her father tightly. "Of course, dad. I'll see you soon, okay?"
He returned the hug pressing a kiss to his daughter's head. "Alright. Keep in touch. Love you, Ruby."
Ruby smiled pulling away from him. "I will. Love you too, Daddy."
She got into the Impala settling comfortably in the backseat. The car took off a few moments later. Sam drove the first half of the way to Texas then they stopped for gas, food, and a bathroom break. Dean took over driving afterward. By the time they were in Texas, the younger Winchester was fast asleep in the passenger's seat. The blonde rolled her blue eyes as Dean reached over placing a white plastic spoon into Sam's mouth. He winked at her and turned the radio up.
"Fire..of unknown origins... took my baby away!" Dean sang out loud along to the music that was blaring from the Impala's radio.
"Wha.." Sam was startled awake and his brows furrowed feeling the spoon in his mouth which he smacked away only to earn a laugh from Dean while he air drummed along to the music against the steering wheel.
Ruby held her hands up in innocence. "Hey, don't look at me. I had no part in it. I swear."
"Heh, sorry, not a lot of scenery out here in East Texas. Kind of got to make your own." He chuckled as he kept driving lowering the music.
"Man, we're not kids anymore. We're not going to start that prank crap up again. It's stupid and that stuff always escalates."
"Aww, what's the matter, Sammy? Scared of a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?" Dean grinned playfully at him.
"Just remember you started it." He huffed staring out the window.
Ruby shook her head at them. "Do whatever pranks you want. Just leave me out of it or I'll kick both of your asses."
"Deal. Where the heck are we anyway?" Sam calmed down looking curious now.
"Few hours outside of Richardson. So give us the lowdown on the case again?"
"Uh right, okay, about a month or two ago, this group of kids goes poking around in this haunted house." Sam filled them in.
Ruby sat up a bit straighter in the backseat. "Haunted by what?"
"A pretty misogynistic spirit. Legend goes that he takes girls and strings them up in the rafters. Anyway, the group of kids said they saw a girl hanging in the cellar. By the time the cops arrived, the body was gone. So the cops are saying the kids were just yanking their chains."
"Sounds like the cops could be right." Dean shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids first hand accounts. They sounded pretty sincere."
She raised her eyebrows at that. "And where'd you read them?"
"I, um, well I knew we were going to be passing through Texas so I, um, surfed some local paranormal websites last night. I found one." Sam admitted a bit embarrassed. "Hellhoundslair dot com."
"Streaming live from Mom's basement." Dean and Ruby spoke simultaneously then laughed.
"Yeah, probably." Sam grinned.
"Most of those sites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit them in the persqueeter." Dean snorted.
Ruby laughed shaking her head. "Persqueeter? Really?"
"Well, I, uh, yeah." He chuckled rubbing at the back of his neck which only made her laugh more.
When they reached the small town of Richardson, the hunters checked into the motel before heading over to the local hangout which happened to be a diner. They interviewed the group of kids that had been at the haunted house only to frustratingly get conflicting details from them. The one thing that they could agree on was that they had heard about the haunted house from a guy named Craig Thurston who worked at the local music shop. So the three hunters drove over there. Dean's green eyes lit up at the sight of the classic rock vinyl records as they walked into the store. The young man behind the counter greeted them as Dean took a closer look at the records.
"Are you Craig Thurston?" Sam asked looking over at the man curiously.
"We're reporters for the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean and he's Sam." Dean introduced them.
Ruby waved lightly at him. "And I'm Ruby, the girlfriend who is just along for the ride. Also a contributor to the website HellHoundsLair."
"No way. I'm a writer too. I write for my school's lit magazine. So what can I do for you guys?" Craig smiled at them curiously.
"We're doing an article on local hauntings and rumor has it that you might know of one." Sam spoke casually looking at the man.
"You mean the Hell House? I didn't think there was anything to the story."
The blonde smiled at him. "Why don't you tell us the story?"
"Alright, supposedly back in the thirties, this farmer named Mordachai Murdock used to live in this house with his six daughters. That was around the time of the Great Depression. His crops were failing and he just didn't have enough money to feed his own kids. So then as the story goes, he went off the deep end." Craig recalled shrugging his shoulders.
"How?" Dean looked at him.
"According to the story, he didn't want his girls to suffer by starving to death so he decided to make it quick. So he attacked them. They begged and screamed for him to stop. He just strung them up in the rafters one by one. When he was all finished, he was horrified by what he had done. Unable to live with himself, he just turned around and hung himself on a rafter too. Now the legend goes that his spirit is trapped in the house forever just stringing up any other girl that goes inside." He finished telling them the story.
Her head tilted slightly. "So where did you hear this story?"
"Oh, uh, my cousin Dana told me. Not sure where she heard it from. You have to realize that I... I didn't believe this for a second." He stammered nervously.
"But now you do." Sam nodded his head.
"Look, I don't know what the hell to think, man. I'll tell you the same thing that I told the police. That girl was real and she was dead. This was not a prank. I swear, I don't want to go anywhere near that house ever again."
Ruby tucked her hair behind her ear. "Well thank you for your time."
The three hunters left the shop and walked back over to the Impala.
"Guess we should check out the house then." Dean held the driver's side door open looking at them.
The blonde smiled at him. "Yeah we should. Could use me as bait."
"Whoa, whoa, we're not using anyone as bait. Especially you. You can wait in the motel."
Ruby huffed at him. "I'm a hunter just like you guys. It's not like I'll be walking through the house alone. You guys will be right there beside me."
"I don't like it." Dean frowned getting into the car.
"She's right though. We'd protect her, Dean." Sam pointed out.
"Alright, fine, but you're not bait, Ruby. You're just a hunter like us. No doing anything crazy." He sighed as he pulled the car out of the parking lot letting Sam direct him to where the Hell House was located. The house in question was a rundown old house in the middle of a clearing in the woods. It gave Ruby the creeps making her think back to their encounter with the Bender family. The three hunters looked around walking up the path toward the house. Dean had his EMF detector out and it was making a lot of noise as if it were going crazy. He tapped it and then sighed turning it off.
"EMF's no good." Dean gestured at the power lines overhead. "I think that thing's still got some juice in it. It's screwing with all the readings."
"Yeah, that'll do it." Sam nodded his head glancing up at the lines before looking back at the house.
They walked inside the house only to find that there was graffiti all over the walls. One of them looked familiar to Ruby though she couldn't figure out why. The three of them moved around the room looking at all of the different images that were painted onto the walls.
"Well well, looks like old man Murdoch was a tagger here during his time." Dean whistled taking a look around.
"After his time too. This reverse cross over here has been used by Satanists for centuries, but this sigil of sulfur didn't show up in San Francisco until the sixties." Sam pointed out gesturing to two different signs.
"That is exactly why you don't get laid." Dean teased him then gestured at the symbol that was puzzling Ruby. "What about this one? Seen it before?"
Ruby looked at the painted image of a cross with a dot in the middle and a bottom stroke that looked like an upside down question mark. "Don't know, but I swear I've seen it before."
"Yeah, me too." Dean agreed taking a picture of it with his phone. "Somewhere."
"It's paint. Seems pretty fresh too." Sam rubbed the symbol getting a little paint on his fingers.
"I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind, but the cops may have been right about this one." The older Winchester sighed.
"Yeah.." He trailed off as a noise was heard and the three of them went on alert.
"Cut!" Two men walked in from further in the house and one was holding a camera. "It's just a couple of humans."
"What are you doing here?" The one with the camera stopped filming lowering the camera.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean responded.
"Ah ha ha. We belong here. Paranormal investigators." The one without the camera handed a business card to Dean.
"Oh you got to be kidding me." He handed the card to Sam.
"Harry Spengler and Ed Zeddmore? You guys run that website, HellHoundsLair." Sam looked at them in surprise.
"Yeah and we know who you guys are. Amateurs." Ed smiled focusing on the beautiful blonde that was with them. "Looking for ghosts and cheap thrills to impress a beautiful girl. Who might you be?"
"Off limits." Dean nearly growled at them.
Ruby was more amused than anything else. She listened as the boys acted clueless while the two investigators explained EMF to them. The three of them then learned of the two men's experience with ghosts which really wasn't much at all. Deciding that enough was enough for now, Ruby waved at them and led the Winchesters out of the house.
"So I couldn't find any trace of a Mordechai living around here in the thirties, but I did find a Martin Murdock who lived in that house back then. He had kids, but only two of them. Both boys. No evidence he ever killed anyone either." Sam informed them as the three hunters met up outside of the library. "What about you guys?"
"Didn't really get a clear description of that dead girl from those kids, but I still hit up the police station. No matching missing persons. It's like she never existed." Dean added with a sigh.
Ruby leaned against the Impala looking at them. "I tried to find that symbol, but I haven't found it yet in any lore."
"Let's face it, we did our digging and got squat. This one's a bust. For all we know, those HellHound boys made it all up. I say we find ourselves a bar and leave the lend to the locals." Dean got into the car and turned it on.
A Spanish pop dance tune blared from the speakers. Dean tried to turn it off only for the windshield wipers to turn on. His eyes widened and he turned everything off. Sam laughed getting into the car and licked his finger marking an imaginary one in the air then pointed to himself.
"That's all you got? Weak. That is bush league." Dean gave his brother a dirty look. "From now on, no messing with Baby."
Ruby shook her head at their antics reclining in the backseat as Dean fixed the car before driving away. It was the next morning when she handed out coffee to the boys waking them up. She had heard the local gossip when she went to get breakfast and knew that she had to tell them right away. A girl had died at the Hell House the night before. Dean felt guilty wondering what it was that they could have missed. She let the boys go over to the house themselves and they returned not too long later filling her in on what they found out. The cops were saying that girl hung herself in the house though a local said it made no sense as the girl was a straight A student with a full ride to the University of Texas. The three hunters returned to the house that night though Dean was clearly apprehensive about letting Ruby come along with them. The last thing he wanted was to put her in danger though he unfortunately knew that it was part of the job. There was a cop car parked out in front of the house and two cops were standing around keeping watch. The hunters were crouched hidden among the bushes. Hearing whispers, Dean peeked out from where they were hidden and chuckled quietly. It was Ed and Harry decked out in all sorts of gadgets whispering to each other.
"I have an idea." Dean lifted himself up slightly and turned toward the cops cupping his hand to his mouth. "Who ya gonna call?!"
It made the two men stop and look around just long enough for one of the cops to notice them. They took off and the cops gave chase. Laughing, the three hunters quickly ran out of hiding and into the house. They got out their weapons and Ruby also held a flashlight lighting the way. She and Dean paused to look at the mysterious symbol again though Sam quickly urged them along reminding the two that they didn't have much time to investigate. The boys led the way through the old house and down into the cellar. There were shelves with jars filled with god knew what. Dean even went as far as to dare Sam to drink one which naturally the younger Winchester declined. They continued to look around and were startled when they heard a noise only to see a rat scurrying across the room. Dean hated rats. Turning around, Ruby screamed seeing the spirit who swung an axe toward them. It missed and the boys pushed her behind them taking shots at the ghost of old man Murdock. The spirit vanished after Dean shot at it and the three of them took off running back upstairs. They ran out of the house straight into Ed and Harry. Ruby shoved the camera out of her face as she ran past them. It was then that the two men saw the spirit lurking in the doorway. They turned to run away only to run right into the cops who hauled them away to jail.
"I'm telling you nothing about this case makes sense. I thought Mordechai only targeted chicks. Explains why he went after Sam, but not me." Dean grumbled still trying to place the symbol that was stumping him and Ruby.
"Hilarious. Legend also says he hung himself, but did you guys see those slit wrists?"
Ruby made a confused face looking at them. "The axe too. I thought ghosts were usually pretty strict. Following the same patterns over and over. Except this dude keeps changing it up."
"Well yeah. I'm telling you, the way the story goes... hey wait." Sam looked at his laptop screen in surprise. "Someone added a new post to that site. They say Mordechai Murdock was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an axe before slitting his own wrists. Now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity."
Dean sat up straight just then as a look of realization appeared on his face. It wasn't long afterward when the three of them returned to the music shop. They greeted Craig as Dean started looking through the albums again. He pulled a Blue Oyster Cult album out and they walked over to the counter.
"I couldn't figure out where the heck I saw that symbol before and then I realized that it was meaningless. It's the logo for the Blue Oyster Cult." He pointed out showing the album to Sam and Ruby.
Ruby's eyes widened a bit as she put a hand to her head. "Of course!"
"So Craig, you into BOC or just scaring the hell out of people? Huh? Now why don't you tell us the truth about that house without lying through your ass this time?" Dean set the album down on the counter looking at the younger man.
"Alright, alright. My cousin Dana was on break from college and we were bored looking for something to do. So I showed her this abandoned dump we found and we thought it would be funny if we made it look like it was haunted, you know? So we painted symbols on the walls. Some from albums and some from some of Dana's theology textbooks. Then we found out this guy Murdock used to live there so we made up some story about him. People kept telling other people. You know how fast word travels in small towns. Then those two guys put it up on their stupid website. It just snowballed out of control. It was funny at first, but...that girl's dead now. It was just a joke. None of it was real. We made the whole thing up, I swear." Craig frowned at them.
"Alright." Sam spoke softly tapping the album on the counter.
The three hunters shared a look before leaving the music shop. If it was all fake, then how did that explain Mordechai haunting the house? They returned to the motel and went to sleep. The next day, Dean went out for a bit only to return while Sam was still in the shower. Ruby raised her eyebrows at him questioningly as he pulled out an envelope and began sprinkling something onto Sam's clean underwear. It was a moment later when she saw the words itching powder and rolled her eyes playfully at him.
"Hey so I think I might have a theory as to what's going on." The younger Winchester called out once the shower stopped.
"Yeah?" Dean finished shaking the powder out and got rid of the envelope.
"What if Mordechai is a Tulpa?"
"A Tulpa?" He turned around hearing the bathroom door open.
Ruby pushed her hair back away from her eyes ignoring Sam standing there in just a towel. "Yeah, a Tibetan thought form."
"Ah, yeah, I know what a Tulpa is. Hey, why don't you get dressed? I want to go grab something to eat."
Sam grabbed his clothes and returned to the bathroom getting dressed. The three of them then left the motel heading over to a local restaurant. Ruby sat down at a table with Sam while Dean grabbed them coffees and food. He set their stuff down on the table looking amused as Sam wiggled around in his seat clearly itchy. The blonde shook her head taking a sip of her coffee.
"Okay so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. Group of monks visualized a golem in their head. They mediated on it so hard they brought the thing to life. Out of thin air." Sam explained to them.
Ruby nodded listening to him. "That was a group of monks. Imagine what over ten thousand web surfers could do. Sam has a point. Craig started the story about Mordechai then it spread around town before getting put online. Now there are countless people around the world believing the bastard exists."
"Wait a second, are you guys telling me that Mordechai is real just because people believe in him?" Dean looked perplexed. "People believe in Santa Claus. How come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?"
"Because you're a bad person. Also because of this." Sam shifted in his seat and turned his laptop showing Dean the image of one of the symbols. "That's a Tibetan spirit sigil on the wall of the house. Craig did they that they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. They probably painted this not knowing what it was. That sigil has been used for centuries concentrating meditative thoughts like a magnifying glass."
She bit her lip in thought. "So you've got countless people looking at the website staring at the symbol and thinking about Mordechai. I don't know, maybe it could be enough to bring a Tulpa to life."
"I guess it would explain why he keeps changing. As the legend changes, people think differently about it so the spirit itself changes. Kind of like a game of telephone. Explains why the rock salt didn't work." Dean pointed out.
Ruby took another sip of her coffee. "So why don't we just get these guys to take the picture of the sigil off their site?"
"Not that simple. Once Tulpas are created, they take on a life of their own." Sam moved around in his seat again adjusting his pants.
"Great. So how are we supposed to kill an idea?"
"I don't know, but it's not going to be easy with these guys helping us." Sam showed them the video that was posted on the homepage of the site. "Their number of hits have quadrupled since the video was posted."
"I have an idea. Let's go." Dean stood up gathering their trash.
"Man, I think I'm allergic to our detergent." He stood up itching again only to hear Dean laugh. "You did this?"
Ruby snorted shaking her head at them. "Itching powder."
"You're a freaking jerk." He looked over at his big brother before they heading back to the motel where Sam washed the itching powder off and then changed into fresh clothes.
"Would you look at that? Action figures in their original packaging. What a shock." Dean chuckled as the two men opened the door to the trailer looking out at the three hunters in surprise.
"We need to talk." Sam added seriously.
"Uh yeah, sorry, but we're pretty busy right now." Ed sighed rubbing at the back of his neck.
"Alright we'll make it quick then. We need you to shut down your website." The older Winchester narrowed his eyes at them.
"You know, these guys got us busted last night. Spent the night in a holding cell. Harry had to pee in a urinal. in front of people. He gets stage fright." Ed chuckled. "Why should we trust you?"
"Because we all know what we saw last night. What's in that house. Thanks to your site, there are thousands of people that know about it. More people are going to keep showing up at that house. More chances of someone getting hurt or dying." Sam sounded sympathetic.
"Ed, maybe he has a point." Harry looked nervously at his friend.
"Nope. We have an obligation to our fans and to the truth." The ginger haired man looked at his raven haired friend before looking at the hunters again.
"Yeah well I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now..." Dean trailed off getting pulled away by Sam.
The boys started walking back to the Impala while Ruby smiled at the two paranormal investigators. "He just doesn't want anyone else to die. Look, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but we found some new information about Mordechai."
"What new information?" It clearly piqued their interest.
She giggled softly and shook her head. "I don't know. Like I said, I probably shouldn't. But maybe if you agree to shut down your site..."
"No, wait. Wait. We'll do it. So what did you find out?" Ed promised as they looked at the blonde eagerly.
Ruby handed them a piece of paper. "It really wasn't easy to dig up, but here. It's a death certificate from the thirties. According to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self inflicted gun shot wound."
"He shot himself?" Harry looked surprised as he looked from the paper to her.
She nodded her head twirling a lock of her golden hair playfully. "Yep with a .45 pistol. His spirit is terrified of them. Supposedly if you shoot him with a .45 loaded with these special wrought iron rounds, it'll kill the son of a bitch."
Harry grinned and spun around rushing to get back into the trailer. Ed rolled his eyes telling him to calm down as he followed him inside shutting the door. With a bounce to her step, Ruby turned around walking back over to the Impala where the Winchesters were waiting for her.
"Did they buy it?" Sam looked at her curiously.
She grinned softly at him. "Hook, line, and sinker."
"That's my girl." Dean grinned pressing a kiss to her head.
The three of them returned to the motel preparing for their hunt that night. They then went over to a local cafe where they sat in a booth. There was a 3D artwork of a fisherman holding a big fish up and the fisherman's mouth moved playing an annoying song when the cord was pulled. Dean took enjoyment out of pulling the cord numerous times while Sam looked at his laptop. It was annoying both him and Ruby.
She reached out pulling the cord to stop the music. "Dean.."
"What?" He pulled it again.
"It's annoying. Quit it." Sam stopped the music this time.
"You need some laughter in your life, Sammy. You're way too tense." Dean chuckled. "They post it yet?"
"Yeah." He turned the laptop showing him the article.
"Alright. How long do we wait?"
Ruby shrugged her shoulders. "Long enough for the new story to spread and for the legend to change. Iron rounds should work on the sucker probably by nightfall."
The brothers clinked their beers and then each took a sip. Sam couldn't help laughing as the bottle stuck to Dean's hand as he tried to set it back down on the table. He stared at the bottle in confusion then looked at his brother as realization washed over him. Sam held up a tube of super glue laughing again. Dean shook his hand trying to free it from the bottle while Sam pulled the string again earning them both a glare from Ruby. The same annoying sound was heard a few hours later in the woods near the rundown house. The cops that were stationed there investigated only to find the same fisherman thing from the cafe. The three hunters slipped into the house quickly and started searching the house on alert with their weapons drawn.
"I barely have any skin left on my palm." Dean snarked looking at his palm.
"I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole." Sam snickered at his brother only to wince when Dean shined the flashlight in his face.
Ruby shook her head glancing around. "So you think Mordechai's home?"
"I don't know." Sam looked around further.
"Yeah me either." Ed spoke up from behind them.
The three hunters spun around aiming their guns at them and Ruby narrowed her eyes. "What the hell are you two doing here?"
"Whoa, whoa, we're just trying to get a book and movie deal." Harry admitted as they held their hands up not wanting to get shot.
The sounds of knives sharpening could be heard coming from the basement catching their attention. They faced a door with Dean and Sam in front then Ruby behind them with the two other guys behind her. Before anyone could open the door, Mordechai burst through it holding his axe up. The hunters fired at him emptying their chambers. The spirit wavered a bit before vanishing. Harry and Ed scrambled to check if they got in on camera only for Mordechai to reappear slamming his axe through the camera knocking Harry to the ground before disappearing again.
"Didn't you guys post that bs story Ruby gave you?" Dean looked at them in disbelief.
"Well yeah of course we did." Harry swallowed hard getting to his feet with help from Ed. "But then our server crashed."
Ruby groaned glancing over at the Winchesters. "So it didn't take."
"So these guns don't work. Great. Any ideas, Sam?" Dean rolled his eyes before turning his attention to his brother.
"We're getting out of here." Harry and Ed ran for the front door only to be blocked by the spirit.
She followed them distracting Mordechai. "Hey, you ugly son of a bitch. I'm over here."
It turned toward her and she instructed the two men to get out of there. They didn't hesitate to run out of the house. Before Ruby could move, Mordechai had her pinned to the wall with his axe across her throat. He lifted her off of the ground with the pressure of the axe against her throat. Dean was splashing kerosene around the house. Sam reloaded his gun and shot at the spirit making him disappear again. He caught Ruby who coughed catching her breath. It reappeared behind them and Dean distracted it with a makeshift torch telling them to run. The three of them ran out of the house then Dean pulled out a lighter lighting it before tossing it inside lighting the kerosene on fire.
"Mordechai can't leave the house. We can't kill him so we improvise." He shrugged as they watched the house burn up.
"And if the legend changes saying that he can leave the house?"
"Then we'll come back." Dean assured his brother.
Ruby frowned rubbing her throat gently. "Kind of makes you wonder. Of all the things we've hunted, how many exist just because someone believed in it?"
Once they were sure that she was alright, the three of them drove off leaving the nearly burnt down house behind. After packing and checking out of the motel, they hit the road again. They returned to where Harry and Ed's trailer was parked waiting for them. The two investigators returned with groceries. They put them away unable to resist bragging to the hunters about how a big shot producer had called wanting to buy the movie rights to their story about the Hell House and how they were off to Hollywood. They watched them drive off then Sam chuckled softly.
"Yeah that call from the producer may have actually just been me." He admitted clearly amused.
"That dead fish stuffed in their backseat was definitely me." Dean laughed as they got into the Impala.
"Truce?" Sam smiled at his brother.
"Yeah, truce. At least for the next hundred miles." Dean chuckled driving off.
Ruby sighed happily relaxing in the backseat. "Finally! If I had to deal with any more of that, I was liable to kick both of your asses."
They laughed as Dean drove them out of Texas.