Pint Size ➳ Supernatural

Chapter 5: The Classic

Warning: Death.

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Sam and Dean both stepped out of the Impala, slamming the doors shut behind them. Sam clicked on his flashlight and followed Dean to the trunk, watching his brother lift it open and grab the few select items they needed. They each got a sawed-off shotgun-Sam had to double check to make sure the shells were salt filled-and refilled their flasks with salt. Dean carried the lighter fuel and Sam had the matches, both of them having an iron blade on them.

"Let's get this over with." Dean mumbled, wishing to be back in the bunker already. Sam rolled his eyes slightly at Dean's behavior and followed behind his brother, both of their boots crushing the grass as they walked to the Fort Reno museum. Sam held the flashlight in front of them, making sure the way was cleared for the two.

They made it to the entrance door and Dean reached into his pocket, getting the lock pick he always carried with him out. Dean crouched to one knee in front of the door and started trying to pick the lock, Sam keeping lookout for anyone. Sam knew Dean was in a hurry from how fast he picked the lock-it must have been a new record for him.

The lock clicked and Dean stood up, tucking the tools back in his pocket and twisting the knob on the handle. Dean pushed the door open and held up his shotgun, Dean's flashlight suddenly being clicked on.

The entry room wasn't anything special. There were a few souvenirs to buy at a table; most of them being t-shirts and coffee mugs. To the left was a living room, and to the right was what Sam hoped was the U.S Calvary room.

There was a sudden chill in the air, and Sam froze when he could see his breath. It felt like he had been sweating only seconds ago. Sam turned towards his brother and saw a man behind him, his soldier uniform making it obvious who it was.

"Dean, get down!" Sam yelled, and Dean quickly ducked, Sam, cocking his shotgun and firing at the ghost. The ghost screamed as it disappeared, Dean quickly standing back up and following Sam to the U.S Calvary room.

"What do we burn?!" Dean yelled, frantically scanning everything in the room. There was still some cards numbering evidence, such as blood stains on the floor and walls. Police tape still lined the wall where Blaine's blood had splattered on, and Dean grimaced at it.

"Find what Neven donated!" Sam yelled, gasping as he felt a cold hand on his throat. The ghost lifted him off the ground from behind, Sam struggling to reach into his pocket to grab his iron blade. He managed to, gripping the handle tightly and reaching behind him to stab the ghost. Sam was dropped to the floor as soon as the metal made contact with the ghost's uniform, Sam falling to the floor in a heap.

"Is it the uniform?!" Dean yelled with his back to the wall by where the uniform was on display. The ghost appeared in front of him and Dean fired the gun, the ghost disappearing once again.

"Yes, idiot!" Sam yelled, getting off the floor and running over to his brother. The ghost appeared once again on the other side of the room and Sam fired, hitting the ghost once more. "We can't do it in here, Dean! We'll burn down the building!"

"Damn it!" Dean yelled, looking around quickly to make sure the ghost wasn't around. "Get the door open! I'm right behind you!" Sam nodded and ran to the door, opening it and standing in front of it. Dean quickly unhooked the uniform from the stand, completely overlooking the flag on the table below it as a make-shift table cloth.

Dean ran across the room to Sam, following his brother out the door. Dean threw Neven's uniform to the ground and got the lighter fluid out of his pocket as Sam fumbled for the matches. Dean quickly doused the item in the liquid and emptied his flask of salt on it, Sam quickly lighting the match and throwing it onto the clothing. They both turned their heads to the door, hearing a scream of pain along with a faint flash.

Dean sighed in relief and turned his head back to the burning uniform, the fire casting an eerie glow around them. Dean threw the empty bottle that contained the lighter fluid on the ground. He and Sam took a moment, just watching the flames.

"Thank God that's over." Sam mumbled, flashing a grin at his brother.

"Yeah." Dean murmured, tucking his hands in his pockets.

Sam frowned as he noticed how dark the bags under Dean's eyes were in the light of the fire.

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Dean shoved his suit into his bag, zipping it up and throwing it onto his bed. Sam was out getting lunch before they hit the road back to Kansas while Dean said he would pack up. They had killed the ghost last night and gotten back to the motel super late. Sam proposed they should just sleep in then head back to Kansas that afternoon. Dean had reluctantly agreed.

He flopped down onto the bed, seeing the clock on the nightstand read noon. The motel room door opened along with footsteps that could only belong to Sam. A foreign smell drifted into the room, and Dean sat up, looking at his brother with a cocked eyebrow.

"What is that?" Dean asked flatly, getting off the bed and walking to the table where Sam had set the food.

"Burgers." Sam replied. Dean eyes went wide and he immediately started going through the greasy paper bag. "I've been craving one since that first night here. I got drinks too." Dean grabbed a burger from the sack and unwrapped it, taking a seat in a chair and rubbing his hands together at the sight.

"Come to Papa." he said, not caring if his brother heard. Dean picked up the burger and took a bite, a few onions falling onto the paper. Dean's eyes rolled back, him closing them after.

"This is AWESOME!" Dean yelled, his mouth full of food. Sam chuckled and sat down as well, grabbing his burger out of the sack and passing Dean one of the cups he had gotten. Sam grabbed the TV remote and switched the TV on, seeing that the news is the default channel.

"We interrupt this program for breaking news." a robotic voice said, causing the boys' attention to be grabbed. The scene switched to Fort Reno, a news reporter standing in front of the museum.

"I'm here at the Fort Reno museum just outside El Reno, Oklahoma with breaking news!" the news reporter said, the name at the bottom showing her name to be Karen. "Another murder has taken place here, this time at the Fort Reno church. A group of kids from the local high school had come on a field trip, not being able to see the museum because of the recent murder of high schooler Blaine Lupin. The group had gone to the church, only for the group to see their tour guide get killed between the pews by some 'ghost', as some of the kids are testifying. Just as the last murder, the security guard's throat was cut. Authorities say they will update us as soon as any new information is found. Back to you, Dave."

"Damn it!" Dean yelled, aggressively setting his lunch down onto the paper. "We burnt the wrong damn thing!"

"Dean, relax." Sam said in an attempt to calm down his brother. "We'll just go back tonight. We'll find something else relating to what Neven donated and burn it too."

"We can't just let people die, Sammy!" Dean exclaimed, standing up from his chair and starting to pace the room. "People are dying as we do this, not mentioning Amara!"

"We can't do anything about Amara, Dean!" Sam yelled back. Setting his lunch down as well. "We have no information on her! How do you kill something with knowing nothing about it, huh?!"

"We just go at it!" Dean said. "We go at it with everything we got until it's gone!"

"She's a supreme being, Dean! We can't just shoot her!"

Dean groaned and flopped down onto the bed again, face down on the pillows.

"I should have never let you talk me into this." Dean groaned.

"Maybe something good will come out of it." Sam snapped, sitting back down in his chair and taking a sip of his drink.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."