Supernatural short stories

Old friend

The boys are in a bar and burger joint talking about a case.

"Honestly Sam I got no idea what it is," Dean shrugged while taking a bite of his burger.

"There's gotta be something that kills every three days," Sam replied.

"Yeah maybe like a serial killer."

"Come on, Dean. There are 4 bodies with organs missing. The police reports are calling it some kind of animal attack but there's nothing bigger than a raccoon around here."

"Yeah yeah whatever," Dean signals to the waiter, "check please."

"We should head to the morgue."

"Yeah, tomorrow. What time does it open?"

"7:30."

"Um, no hotshot that's too early."

"Dean we-"

"Blueberry pie," the waiter said coming back with the check and placing the pie in front of Dean.

The brothers looked at each other.

"I didn't order any pie..." Dean raised his eyebrows

"My boss said he knew you," the waiter shrugged.

"You're boss? Who's your boss?" Sam asked.

"That would be me," a man in a business casual jacket said as we walked towards the table.

"Marco Nealy, you son of a bitch," Dean smiled and stood up. Sam looked at his brother in confusion. He had no idea who this guy was. The waiter walked away.

"Dean Winchester, it's been a while," Marco laughed as he and Dean hugged.

"Too damn long. So this place is yours?" Dean kept one hand holding Marco's upper arm.

"Yup she's all mine."

"All we need is Gordon Ramsy to come visit and it'll be just like your wildest dreams."

Wildest dreams? This was getting awkward for Sam. He coughed and stood up.

Dean let his arm drop and took a step back, "ah yes, Marco this is my brother Sam. Sam this is Marco."

"Good to meet you," Sam offered out his hand.

Marco took it and nodded, "right back at ya. Say aren't you some lawyer or something?"

"Uh no actually, I uh dropped out a while ago."

"Hey, no sweat man. I dropped out too, and look at me now. Got my own business."

"Yeah, Marco how'd you end up running a place like this?" Dean asked sitting back down.

"Man let me tell you," Marco pulled up another chair, "Joe get me and my friends here some beers."

The three guys talk and laugh a ton. Sam can see why Dean likes this guy so much, he just has such a great, talkative personality. Dean finishes his slice of pie. The beers keep coming and they're in a great mood.

"Wait I gotta know, how did you guys meet?" Sam asked, "and when?"

"Ghost," Marco answered. The atmosphere died down, "some dead landlord was killing off people in my apartment building."

"Wait a sec, you know about ghosts? About our actual jobs?"

"I know the basics. I know there's stuff out there that goes bump in the night and that your family business is to hunt them down."

"Yeah the ghost went after him and when Marco witnessed it burn up," Dean shrugged, "I figured the truth was the best explanation."

"I'd believed anything he told me at that moment. He saved my life. He's my hero."