Trapped inside

A/N: Hey. This fic has two writers. Dean'sBaby22 and Rakshasa666I'm evil. We have put both our efforts in this story for all you fans. Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Winchesters and Mason cousins

It was never easy for her to sit and do nothing, just waiting for her cousin to get back inside the car with a large bag full of food. Yet, that is exactly what she had been doing for the last half hour… waiting for her cousin to walk out of that front diner door with a bag of food… maybe more than that she wasn't really sure with the time it was taking. It was ironic really, how her younger cousin, Lanelle had ordered her to stay in the car, and if she walked into that diner Lanelle would drive her most prized possession into the lake. Nothing was going to happen to her baby… and if it did it would happen over her dead body. But it wasn't until a black beauty on wheels drove into the parking lot and two handsome guys walked into the diner that her interest had been piqued. So there she sat in her own 1968 Pontiac Firebird, staring at the black Chevy Impala that she had only seen in her own imagination. It only took a few minutes before she jumped out of the car and walked over to the black beauty and started running her hand over the length of it.

"Come on Sammy, it was funny," Dean chuckled as they sat down in the booth.

"Dean, you put peanut butter in my coffee… how is that funny?" Sam stated bluntly.

"It just was… you should've seen the look on your face when you figured it out," Dean started laughing all over again.

"Bite me!!" Sam mumbled in his coffee, that the waitress just put in front of him.

"Sorry Sammy… I just don't swing that way," replied Dean with that devil-may-care smirk he was famous for.

"Your perverted you know that, right?" it wasn't really a question, Sam was just merely stating a fact.

"Oh lighten up Sam… you need some more fun in you life," Dean said, as he slapped his brother on the back and tried to make his brother laugh… a little.

Sam just grimaced at his brother's comment, maybe it was the prank that Dean had pulled that morning, or maybe it was his mind telling him that more fun would somehow make him more cynical. He didn't know, so he just chose to give Dean the silent treatment until their food came. After all, Dean was to busy staring out the window to notice. The woman through the window was beautiful; blonde hair down to her shoulders, curves that would probably be endless, considering what she was wearing, and deep blue eyes that you could probably get lost in. But that wasn't what Dean was interested in… it was the fact that she was eyeing his car like she had just found what she wanted in a candy store, he leapt out of the booth and out the door, prepared to kick her ass if he had too.

"Dean, what are you-" Sam started to ask, but it was only left on deft ears as he heard the chime and watched Dean exit the diner and walk toward his car.

"Oh no," he muttered to himself when he saw the woman looking at his car… it was only a matter of time til' the woman somehow hit one of Dean's nerves.

Since Sam figured now Dean wasn't going to eat… which would give him no reason to eat (after all they had stopped at the diner for Dean), Sam stood up and waited for the check for both of their coffees. The man behind the bar slid a napkin toward him and Sam looked at the man with a puzzled expression.

"That lady said to give that to you," The man replied answering his question, he turned around to see another woman walking out the door with two bags of stuff in her hands.

Sam unfolded the napkin and read aloud to no one in particular. 'Sometimes everyone deserves more fun in their lives' his brow became scrunched up like he was reflecting on something. She had been eavesdropping and neither he nor Dean knew it… at least there was no paranormal talk; he had too many people thinking he and his brother were crazy.

She could hear the footsteps behind her, it wasn't that hard to miss, and she smiled to herself. It wasn't this easy to get people to notice her, all she usually had to do was walk into a bar or just down the street but staring at some car… it was just too easy.

"Easy there tiger, it's not like I'm gonna steal your car or anything, just admirin' is all," she said as she heard his footsteps fall short of just stepping on her toes.

"Why is that?" he asked, his tone bitter and authoritative… oh he crossed a line there, she didn't like authority figures.

"Because she's a frickin' prize, this baby would be the greatest thing in anyone's life," she almost shouted, she loved her car but god anybody that dared to treat a car like this with disrespect would be forever on her shit list.

"You gotta point there," Dean smiled sheepishly.

"How much it cost you?" she asked, any car like this must've been a bitch to get a hold of.

"Family heirloom," he replied with a smirk on his face, anyone who appreciated his car like he did was a friend in his books.

Dean watched someone stalk up to both of them with a disapproving glare, "Tammy, I thought I told you to stay in the car," the other woman growled which only made Tammy turn around and grin at the woman standing in front of her.

"Relax Laney, I was just admiring this man's car… you can't sue me for that," she said in a singsong voice.

"It's Lanelle," she growled.

"Whatever."

Lanelle had waist long blonde hair and light blue eyes. She had freckles across her small nose and smooth lush lips. She had chosen to dress in dark blue denim jeans along with a red polo shirt over a white-sleeved top.

"Get in the car Tamara Mason. No need to chat with strangers," ordered Lanelle. Tammy obliged. She stood up and walked over to her Potanic Fireboard as well as whispering something in her ear.

"Sorry for any problems she caused you," apologized Lanelle as she then followed Tammy. From that moment Sammy had decided to come out of the diner and walked over towards Dean.

Sam noticed the girl from earlier on heading towards a Potanic Firebird along with another blonde girl.

"Who were they?" asked Sam quirking his eyebrows.

"Lanelle and Tamara Mason. Think they're sisters or cousins or something," answered Dean, his eyes still focused on the cousins.

Back in the diner, Dean and Sam meals had arrived and they were searching for a new hunt.

"Alright, how about this? There's this legend about The House of Terror," started Sam.

"Yeah, go on,"

"The house or barn should I say was built in the 1850's in the country woods out here; later on a man named Winston Filch moved into the house. He worked as a scientist, but then he was later fired for physical harassment to the young volunteers at the lab. After that he stayed all cooped up in his house and every time a young person entered his house, the person would never be seen again. He would lock them up somewhere in the house, and they'd have to figure out how to escape but no one made it out alive." Continued Sam.

"What happened next?" Dean took a sip from of his beer before swallowing a huge bite from his beef.

"Well, no one really knows. Many people say he died from old age, or because the prisoners fought back and both of them died. The house itself is located in the woods but no one could really find it. They were either too scared to look for it, or they'd end up missing," finished Sam, he quickly took a swig of his beer and finished his meal.

-----Morning-----

Lanelle moaned as she sat up on her bed. Tammy's mullet rock music was screaming from the kitchen of the motel flat and Tamara was singing along which made Lanelle feel even worse. Not that her cousin wasn't great at singing, she was actually great at it but then she would have to tolerate it for another 6 hours. Letting out another moan Lanelle got out of bed and dawdled into the kitchen.

"Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, thunderstruck," sang Tammy. She had held a black plastic spatula in her hand and used it as a microphone. Sitting on the white tabletop was a blue cassette played, playing one of Tammy's AC/DC's cassette tapes. Lanelle strutted to the cassette played and switched it off.

"Hey," whined her older cousin.

"I'd like my eardrums not to explode Tamara. I value them and so should you," commented Lanelle.

"Laney, lighten up a little. We're on vacation, let's have some fun."

"I'm sorry, it's just… that thing we saw a couple months ago, and when were 12. I can't seem to forget it. I just don't want to get too carried away with having fun because I don't wanna see that thing again, okay," apologized Lanelle.

"Aw, Laney," soothed Tammy as she placed an arm around her younger cousin's shoulders.

"Now today, we are going to have some fun and our first stop is trying to find that House of Terrors," enlightened Tammy.

"Tammy," whined Lanelle.

"Look, there are no such things as curses or ghosts… it's just a rumor. Relax,"

"When we saw that thing you said there were no such things as those?" stated Lanelle.

"That was different,"

"Yeah right,"

"Its just a little exploring, won't do much harm,"

"Alright, we'll go,"

-----Woods, House of Terrors-----

Lanelle and Tamara waded through the woods, ducking every now and then from the low hanging tree branches.

"See isn't this fun Laney,"

"It's better than staying at the motel flat,"

Soon they found a white 2-story olden house though it looked more of a barn than a house. The windows were all closed and locked. The blue door was shut and a vine was creeping over the house.

"This is what they call The House of Terror, its pretty weak," exclaimed Tamara.

"Copy on that one," agreed Lanelle

"Come on, lets check it," Tammy immediately made her way towards the house.

"Tammy, you honestly want to explore in there?" Lanelle quirked her eyebrows up.

"Yeah, why? What is it?"

"Nothing lets just, c'mon, lets explore the thing alright," ignored Lanelle as she walked after Tammy.

"Alright,"

The cousins slowly entered the house. Leaving the door open they started exploring the lounge room. The red patterned carpet was worn, the pale couches were torn, cracks were all over the walls and the peach wallpaper was peeling off

"No wonder they call this The House of Terror," exclaimed Lanelle.

"And why the hell was this house-barn thing built in the middle of the woods," added Tammy.

"Don't ask me. Tammy I'm getting creeped out, lets leave,"

"Ok, we'll leave," They cousins turned around when they heard the front door slam.

"Shit," Tammy and Lanelle ran to the front door as they tried to open it.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," cursed Lanelle as she banged the door with her shoulder. Tammy quickly turns around and widens her eyes.

"Tammy, Tammy… Tamara. Help me," pleads Lanelle as she keeps on trying to open the door. She gives up and turns around; both Tamara and Lanelle scream but no one is there to hear it.

A/N: uh yeah. There's the chapter, I hope y'all liked it. Cheers, don't forget to read and review.