Killer

Hunting Ghosts.

Chadron, Nebraska
4:54pm

The car ride was fun.  Dean cranked up some music.  And look completely appalled when I didn't know the songs.  I never really listened to much music.  My jobs normally required a quiet setting.  I tried to explain that to him.  Dean told me it was no excuse to not know the classics.   We made it to Chadron in quick time.  There was no need for any stops.  My hands ran across the soft flannel that covered my arms.  It wasn't my usual style, but I couldn't say no to Dean.  He looked so proud he picked out himself.  I couldn't say no to him.  Another day, another cheap motel.  They decided they needed to go do some research on the case.  I stayed back to do some more reading.  There was a lot to take in about ghosts.  I wanted to be prepared.  They were gone for a few hours.  I finished the book.  I never really had to use salt, or iron, before.  But there's a first time for everything.  I flipped through some pages I wanted to check over again.  For the first time in years I was nervous.  They returned to the room after a few hours.  Dean really looked good when he was playing FBI agent.  He caught my stare when he followed Sam in.  My smile held as I averted my eyes from him.

"You ready for the ghost hunt?" Sam asked.

"Look at you studying.  I'm proud of you, newbie," Dean remarked.

"Yes, Sam.  And shut it, Dean," I retorted, "Although I am confused about salt.  Funny something so simple works on them.  Isn't it?"

"Isn't adorable how much of newbie she is?" Dean asked Sam while smooshing my cheeks.

"It is kinda funny," Sam remarked.

"Man, I'm really gonna enjoy that hundred bucks."

"What?" the brothers asked in unison.

"Fifty each, remember Dean?"

"Wait," Sam interjected, "I didn't agree to your stupid bet."

"You're in it now," I grinned.

"You don't even need the money," Dean said while taking his tie off.

"No, but I'm gonna enjoy beating two seasoned hunters."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, darling. I bet first sign of the ghost you turn tail and run."

"Psh, whatever."

Dean started to change while I pages through the book half heartedly.  Sam changed in the bathroom.  I was busy with the book, I wasn't paying attention really.  They both reappeared donning their staple flannel and jean look.  Dean smirked as I closed the book and stood up.

"Ready?" Sam asked.

"Yup, well, as ready as I can be," I answered.

"You'll do fine, it's just a ghost.  Those are fairly easy," Dean said.

Even though he said that I had just read so much about them.  A thousand things could go wrong.  But I was with the best hunters around.  I jumped off the bed and followed behind Sam and Dean.  Dean wrapped his arm around me as the door closed behind us. He assured me all would be fine. And I believed him.  We got into the car.  It wasn't far before we reached the Old Main Street Inn.  It was in the city.  Apparently kids would sneak in at night to see the ghosts.  All was fine until the ghosts weren't too happy.  But from what I read.  The longer they hung around, the longer they stayed here, the angrier they got.  At first it was moving a thing here and there.  Then footsteps. We got out, the place was open for people to rent rooms. Dean got out, Sam followed, and I was behind them.  They grabbed supplies.  Dean thrust a gun in my direction. It was a shotgun filled with salt shells.  I took the gun, familiarized myself with the feel.  A new gun always required getting used to the weight and feel.  I tucked it into my bag.  We walked up the stairs. Dean held the door open for me.  After I walked in, he suddenly had his arm around my shoulders.  I couldn't help but smile.  We stood just shy of the desk to check in.  Sam walked over as Dean grabbed my waist and pulled me closer.