Ch 1 "Take a load off manny."
"So it's a kid?" He asked in disbelief.
"Yup, Nathan Barnes.Apperently he drowned in the pool when he was seven."Anwsered the taller of the pair.
"Dude that was no kid. He friggin' picked me a threw me against the wall!" He replied arrogantly.
His younger brother rolled his eyes at the older hunter. Yes, I said hunter. Not the skin a deer hunter. The holy crap the furniture is moving, and there's a frggin' ghost in here hunter. The brothers named Winchester, had hunted ghosts and demons all their lives. Ever since their mother was killed in a house fire by a by a yellow eyed demon, when the younger one was a baby.
"Dean, Its just a regular ghost who has learned to move objects with his mind." Sam the younger of the two replied turning down the radio.
Dean promptly waved his index finger at his baby brother, as if to say the old house rules line, and turned the dial back up.
"Ok, so this little brat learned to Swayze stuff," he stopped and turned up the dial," So why is it so hard to kill him, sounds like a simple salt and burn."
Sam's eyes narrowed looking over his printouts,apperently his brother wasn't going to like his news.
"The boy was cremated ,and according to the last two owners," He stopped trying to put it into Deanspeak, "The boy usually shows up when they start moving stuff around the house. He's fine when they move in, but-"Dean cut-in.
"He's fine when they move in?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah he's nice, even hospitable. They say he turns down the sheets."
"Damn why is it that they get the cool ghost." Dean smirked.
"I don't know this job seems different somehow." Sam replied.
"Different how? Sammy look all we need to do is find out why Casper won't move on, and get our butts to bar before happy hour." The older man replied, turning a corner.
"I don't know. I just have this strange feeling of foreboding, like-"
"Like what psychic boy?" Dean asked in a mocking tone.
Sam scoffed, hadn't his brother learned to pay attention to his 'feelings' yet. Ever since they had come back form Lawrence, his feelings one way or another seemed to get stronger. And yaay he was calling him psychic boy again, well at least it wasn't Samantha or geek boy.
"I'm just warning you. What were walking into might just give us a whole lot more trouble than were willing to deal with."
"Jeez, Samantha can you get more girly."
"It isn't girly to worry Dean." Sam injectected smartly,allthough it came out in more of a wine.
Dean rolled his eyes this time, deciding to turn up the stereo.
-"I pulled into Nazareth, was feeling about half past dead. I just need a place where I can lay my head." Dean sang along," hey mister can you tell me where a man might find a bed?'
He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said. Take a load off Manny-"Sam cut-in.
"Dean its take a load off Fannie."
"That doesn't make any sense dork .Why in the world would a biker be named Fannie?"
Sam rolled his eyes. Dean logic, right up there with I'm older so that means I'm always right.
"Dean just because it was used in that movie Easy rider doesn't mean it's about a biker. It's about karma, consequences, and your inescapable responsibility as a sentient being in a fallen world. Excuse me, but isn't that obvious? "Take a load off Fannie and you put the load right on me." What goes around comes around. Thursday's your turn in the barrel. Etc."Sam replied smartly.
Dean turned his head around and stared open-mouthed at his brother.Frggin' geek.
"Smarta$$."Was Deans only reply as he turned up the radio.
"Take a load of MANNY. Take a load for free;
Take a load off MANNY, and (and) (and) you can put the load right on me.."He sang along know full well that they weren't the right lyrics.
TBC