Later that night, when everyone had left the cemetery, we snuck back in to check out the tomb of the unknown soldier.
"Place doesn't look disturbed to me," Sam said as we shined our flashlights around inside of the tomb. "What's the police report say?"
"Uh, they think it was just some kids messing around," Nate said.
Garth nodded. "They, uh— They found some beer cans, some graffiti. Oh, and the casket was open when they got here, but they closed that back up."
"Yeah, but not before Casper had a chance to make a run for it," Dean said.
"So, what?" Sam asked, "If they never touched this, none of this would be happening?"
Garth nodded. "Yeah, according to Bobby."
Dean sighed. "All right, well, let's get this party started," he said and moved to the stone casket.
Sam bent down and picked something up off the ground.
"Sammy, you want to give us a hand?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded, and then he, Dean, and Nate all grasped the lid.
"And... go," Dean said, and then they lifted the lid and slid it off with a few grunts.
Inside the casket laid a skeleton in a uniform with a sword and gun.
"Whoa. Check out this hardware. Do you guys know how much this is worth?" Garth asked with a huge smile.
I nodded. "Yeah, but why bother coming in and raiding the place if you aren't gonna grab the stuff that's actually worth money?"
Sam shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe the cops showed up, and they had to split fast." He pulled matches, salt, and gas out of his bag and passed them around.
Garth grabbed the salt. "You sure this will work, even on a specter?"
Dean shrugged. "It's a ghost, isn't it? You burn its bones, the ghost disappears."
Garth poured salt on the bones, and Sam poured the lighter fluid while Dean got the matches ready.
"All right," Dean said and moved to light the matches.
Garth puts his hands up quickly. "All right. All right. All right. Uh, I kind of feel like we should say something. Don't you? Just... a little..."
We exchanged looks.
Dean nodded. "Sure. We won," he said with a smirk and then lit the match and dropped it on the skeleton.
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The next day, we had gotten a call that a deputy had shot the sheriff at his desk, seemingly out of the blue and in front of everyone else at the station.
We stood there staring at the blood-covered desk as the sheriff's body was getting rolled out on a stretcher.
"Ten bones says Deputy Doug had an ax to grind with his boss," Dean said.
"How can you be so sure?" Garth asked.
Dean pointed to more goo on the sheriff's tape dispenser.
Garth shook his head. "Ah, what the hell?"
"Maybe we torched the wrong redneck," Dean said.
Sam shook his head. "Or maybe not. Maybe an object was removed from the grave, something the specter's attaching itself to."
"Like Bobby's flask?" Dean asked.
"Um, I don't know, guys. You saw what I saw. Those kids didn't take anything," Garth said.
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Maddison Winchester: Journal 9 {Supernatural}
AcakAfter a year apart, the Winchesters are reunited. Dean was in Purgatory, Sam had found a new home, and Maddi was still out hunting. Kevin, the prophet, was caught in Crowley's clutches and only narrowly escaped. The Winchesters find out that Kevin h...
