Sam And Dean

*The tires of the '67 Impala crunched loudly over the dry gravel as Dean pulled up along the dusty Texas road. The heavy heat of the afternoon hit them the moment they stepped out of the black sedan. Just a few yards away, standing outside the towering, decrepit Hewitt house, a group of teenagers were loudly arguing.* I'm telling you, we shouldn't even be on this property! *Morgan yelled, his arms crossed tightly over his New York baseball tee.* Oh, shut up, Morgan. *Andy snapped back*