Ancient Powers

Chapter 2

“Sammy, I’m home!” Dean yelled into the bunker, shutting the door behind him with his foot, as he was carrying several plastic bags.  “Get your butt down here, I’ve got a surprise.”

“What’s up?”  Sam descended the staircase, a mug in his hand - it was probably tea, something he’d taken to drinking despite Dean’s protests.  Leaf water, Sammy, he’d said incredulously at him.  That’s what that is.  Freaking leaf water. Sam had sassily replied that coffee was bean water, and beer was really old grain water.  “If it’s more porn magazines again, I will kill you.”

“Nah, better.” Dean rummaged in a bag and pulled out a large black box.  “Throwing knives!”  He shook the box, a childish grin spreading across his scruffy face.  “Think about it, dude.  We’ll be like ninjas.”

Sam rolled his eyes, but dimples still appearing in his cheeks.  “We will end up impaling each other by accident, and you know it.”

“Nah, cause we have that dart board in the living room!  We can practice!”

Sam took the box, looking it over. “...You know who would have thought this was so cool?”

Dean stared at the floor, aware of the answer he was going to receive.  

“...Kevin.”

Dean took the box back from Sam, his voice becoming firm.  “Look, I worry about him too.  But he’ll only be gone a few more days, and if he needs help, he’ll call us.”  Kevin was away on a case - his first alone, actually - and Sam was becoming increasingly anxious about the kid who he considered another brother.  “Besides, it looks like your basic haunting.  Nothing our little prophet can’t handle.”

***side note: HAHAHAHAHA YOU THOUGHT KEVIN WAS DEAD IN THIS FIC  AHAHAHAHA

No I can’t deal with that.  He’s alive.  So there.***

Sam sighed deeply.  “Yeah, okay.  But hey, I think I found a case of our own.”

“Shoot,” Dean plopped himself into a chair at the table.

“Family of 3, murdered on a stretch of highway - county police think they got lost.  All three vics, identical slash marks across the throat.  But get this; a ton of the blood is unaccounted for, like 2 pints each.” Sam raised his eyebrows at Dean.  “I’m thinking it was taken for some kind of ritual.”

“Yeah, definitely sounds like our kind of crazy,” Dean commented.  “But we have the king of Hell locked up in our basement; we can’t exactly leave.”

“I guess it’s not like we can call up a dog pound and leave him there,” Sam inhaled.

“I wish.”

“Hey, why don’t we call Cas?” Sam asked. “See if he can watch the bunker for a few days.”

Dean immediately turned bright pink.  “Uh, no, that’s not necessary,” he coughed.  “You know, angel and all, dude’s probably busy.”

Sam cocked his head slightly, then his eyes lit up. “Oh, no way,” he crowed. “You little stalker!”

“What?!”

“You sent Cas to watch Kevin on his first case!”  Sam laughed.  “I knew you were more worried than you let on - you’re freaking mothering him!”

“I am not!” Dean protested. “Look, there’s no reason we should just throw the kid to the dogs; hunting’s dangerous.  I just thought… you know, he could use some angelic backup.”

“You creep,” Sam gloated.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m sure I’ll hear plenty of this on the way to - where’s this at?”

“Uh..” Sam shifted, suddenly uncomfortable.  “Well, yeah, that’s the other weird thing.  It’s in Lawrence, Kansas.”

Silence fell. After a moment, Dean spoke quietly.  “There’s not much room for coincidence in our line of work, Sammy.”

His brother nodded.  “I know.  But doesn’t that make an even better case for us to go?”