Fighter | Supernatural [1]

Chapter Twenty

        Sam and Dean managed to trick Ed and Harry into making Mordechai have a weakness. Bullets. So now the three Winchester's were sat inside of a small restaurant and bar, eating their dinner whilst Sam looked through his laptop.

There was a statue on the wall of a man holding a fish, and of course, Dean pulled the string that was attached to it, resulting in the mouth moving as a horrible laugh came from it.

"If you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna kill you." Sam threatened, pulling the string to turn it off.

Of course, Dean did it again, Sam turning it off immediately as his older brother laughed,

"Come on, man." Dean told him. "You need more laughter in your life. You know you're way too tense."

"I think he's just annoyed that you pranked him." Callum said softly. He looked at Sam. "By the way, I was not involved. He just told me to stay quiet. He owes me candy now."

"You bribed him?" Sam asked his brother, shocked that Dean would do such a thing to a child.

"No, that was not the deal, Cal." Dean said.

"You still owe me." The boy grinned.

"Fine." Dean sighed. "They posted it yet?" He asked his brother, who turned his laptop around before continuing to eat. "'We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms'. All right. How long do we wait?"

"Long enough for the new story to spread, and the legend to change." Sam told him. "I figure by nightfall iron rounds will work on the sucker."

Sam held his beer bottle up to Dean, who lifted his own and tapped it as Callum lifted up his glass of orange juice for the two to do the same.

"Sweet." Dean said before taking a drink. As the man did so, Sam began laughing, and it became even louder when Dean tried to put the bottle down. It was stuck to his hand, and Callum joined in with laughing as he put down his glass.

"You didn't." Dean said, Callum trying not to laugh at the look of shock on his face.

"Oh, I did!" Sam said, holding up a small tube of superglue. As Dean tried to free his hand, Sam pulled the string on the statue, causing it to laugh again.

"Thanks for not doing that to me, Uncle Sammy." Callum said, trying to stop his laughing.

"Yeah, I knew you didn't do anything." Sam told him.

        Callum followed closely behind his father and uncle as they entered the Murdoch house that night, the small dagger he'd gotten for Christmas in hand. He knew it was probably useless against Mordechai, but at least he had some form of protection.

As they began searching the house, they began to talk.

"I barely have any skin left on my palm." Dean said.

"I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole." Sam said, causing Dean to shine a flashlight into his face. He then led them into another room.

"So, you think old Mordechai's home?" Dean asked as they aimed their guns at a closed door, Callum behind them with his dagger at the ready.

"I don't know." Sam said.

"Me either." Another, much deeper, voice said. Knowing it couldn't have been Callum, they turned around, guns at the ready. And there stood Ed and Harry, Ed wearing some weird goggles.