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“You know where to find the thing, right?”
“Yes, Sam, I know where to find an amulet in an estate sale. I’m not a total idiot.”
Dean didn’t want to be on this job, but he also knew that the thing needed to be destroyed. The amulet had killed five people in three days just through touch alone and while the people around it weren’t seeing the pattern, a hunter would. This particular hunter, however, was dealing with the idea that he was going to be entering demon territory sooner than he would have liked, and when it came down to it, that was starting to look a little more important than some cursed crappy piece of metal.
Sam, though, didn’t know that that was the end that Dean was looking at, and Sam wasn’t going to know (if that skank Ruby told him, he would fry her ass with her own friggin’ knife—saved his life or not). So that meant that Dean had to keep this news to himself and pretend like nothing had changed, which meant taking any job he could that kept Sam from trying to figure a way out of this for him. He was not interested in seeing Sam drop dead two years in a row—that much was certain. Which meant hunting after a cursed crappy piece of metal.
He reached the front door of the estate and sighed to his brother on the phone. “Alright, I’m goin’ in. I’ll call you when I find it.”
“Remember, dude, we’re just casing the place. We’re coming back for it later.” He could tell by Sam’s tone that he was expecting his brother to be an idiot, forget that the thing had killed five people in three days and touch it with his bare hands. Dean rolled his eyes.
“Yes, Sam. Goodbye, Sam.” Dean hung up the phone and adjusted his tie before making his way into the estate, looking around for any sign of the amulet. As his eyes scanned the room, he couldn’t help the groan that escaped when he spotted someone else who happened to be present. “You gotta be kidding me.”
Tonight, of all nights, was a night he did not want to deal with Bela Talbot.
“Yes, Sam, I know where to find an amulet in an estate sale. I’m not a total idiot.”
Dean didn’t want to be on this job, but he also knew that the thing needed to be destroyed. The amulet had killed five people in three days just through touch alone and while the people around it weren’t seeing the pattern, a hunter would. This particular hunter, however, was dealing with the idea that he was going to be entering demon territory sooner than he would have liked, and when it came down to it, that was starting to look a little more important than some cursed crappy piece of metal.
Sam, though, didn’t know that that was the end that Dean was looking at, and Sam wasn’t going to know (if that skank Ruby told him, he would fry her ass with her own friggin’ knife—saved his life or not). So that meant that Dean had to keep this news to himself and pretend like nothing had changed, which meant taking any job he could that kept Sam from trying to figure a way out of this for him. He was not interested in seeing Sam drop dead two years in a row—that much was certain. Which meant hunting after a cursed crappy piece of metal.
He reached the front door of the estate and sighed to his brother on the phone. “Alright, I’m goin’ in. I’ll call you when I find it.”
“Remember, dude, we’re just casing the place. We’re coming back for it later.” He could tell by Sam’s tone that he was expecting his brother to be an idiot, forget that the thing had killed five people in three days and touch it with his bare hands. Dean rolled his eyes.
“Yes, Sam. Goodbye, Sam.” Dean hung up the phone and adjusted his tie before making his way into the estate, looking around for any sign of the amulet. As his eyes scanned the room, he couldn’t help the groan that escaped when he spotted someone else who happened to be present. “You gotta be kidding me.”
Tonight, of all nights, was a night he did not want to deal with Bela Talbot.
