Dean stared into space as he tucked in to the hamburger Cas had brought back from the diner for him and Sam. They'd spent all of last night doing research on the monster they were hunting meaning they'd had to skip dinner, much to Dean's disappointment. Sam was still perusing the reference books, chewing slowly.
"Dean, are you sure it's a Kelpie we're after." He mumble through a mouthful of red meat. "Cause you know I trust you but if it is a Kelpie then I really don't know how were going to kill it. I mean there's so little lore on them and none of it says how to kill the thing." Sam put his burger back down in the styrofoam container as Dean grabbed a handful of chips.
"I guess we just try the old favourites, silver, stakes and salt." He shoved the chips into his mouth and rubbed his fingers together, making the salt fall onto the table, almost as if he was trying to illustrate his point. "What about Bobby?"
"He says the only time he's ever even heard of one was when another hunter told him about them in a bar. All he said was that they haunt bodies of water, and kill when hungry."
"And what about the hunter that told Bobby, can't we get in contact with him?" Dean grabbed some more chips and leant back in his chair, frustrated by the situation.
"He... ran into a Djinn. And it went bad. He didn't die, but when completely insane."
"Son ovva bitch." Dean swore and finished off his burger. He swung on his chair and looked at Castiel who was sitting on the sofa, also reading. "You find anything Cas?"
"Unfortunately no." He sighed as well, closing the book. "But we also need a way of luring it out of the water. I suggest we use some form of raw meat, as this thing is obviously is carnivorous." Sam mumbled in agreement.
"But first, I need to go to bed, seeing as I've been up for nearly 24 hours." Sam got up and wandered to the other side of the room before collapsing in a heap. "G'night Dean."
"G'night Sammy." Dean got up as well, but went to the door. "I'm gonna go to the bar and have a drink. Cas, you joining me?" Cas looked up at Dean before nodding.
"Sure."
An hour later Dean and Cas were laughing over a pile of empty shot glasses. Dean had been ordering and trying nearly every shot they had on the menu. Purple nurples, sourz, straight vodka, the lot. Cas just went along with Dean, ordering the same thing he was, even though Cas wasn't very good at taking his drink. Cas, way way more drunk than Dean slumped over the table, groaning.
"Dean, I am so drunk right now." Dean chuckled, sliding another shot over to Cas.
"Drink up man, or head on back to Sammy."Cas laughed and grabbed the shot, slinging it back.
"I am gonna head back to Sam... I'm gonna fall asleep... I'm going to have a terrible hangover in the morning..." He groaned, rubbing his face on the sticky wooden table.
"Aight man, I'll see you in the morning." Dean ruffled Cas' hair before tapping the shot glass on the table, signalling for another. Cas stumbled out of the bar, leaving Dean alone. The bar man came over, rubbing his hands with a dirty tea towel.
"No more for you my friend, we're closin' up." Dean groaned, staring at the empty shot glass in his hand. The bar man watched him before rolling his eyes. "Alright, you can have one for the road." Dean beamed at him, all teeth.
Dean staggered of the bar a minute later,the taste of purple nurples still strong in his mouth.
"Thank you my bearded friend. You have done me a great favour." he made a gesture towards inside the bar at the table he'd sat at. The bar man just nodded patiently.
"Alright, make it back to your room safe." he closed the door on Dean.
Dean turned around, the world swaying. His mind whirred, trying to think about what he was doing before he went and got completely lamp-shaded. Talking to Sam. Talking to Cas. Kelpies. Kelpie! Dean racked his alcohol smudged brain, thinking of the last time he attempted to go on a hunt drunk. If he was right, he went and found a ghost, salted it and destroyed. Sam had been impressed, but angry Dean had gone on a hunt alone. What could go wrong?
What went wrong was the fact that Dean bought some steaks and trundled down to the lake, pleased with himself. He'll just gank the water horse and go home to Sammy, and Sammy will be proud of the fact he'd done it all on his own. The water was calm and a mouldy green. Being drunk, Dean didn't give a shit and began to strip. Shirt, shoes, jeans and socks before he was just standing there holding two raw steaks, a stake tipped in silver (A christmas gift from Bobby). He looked at the calm water and walked into it, shivering as it chilled him to the bone. As the water came up to his chest he waved the steak above the water.
"Heeeere Kelpie..." He whispered, his breath coming out in a cloud. A small splash to his left made him jump but he tensed his leg, determined. He was going to kill this thing alone. He dunked the steak under the water and waved it again. "Heeere Kelpie..." He kept walking forward, the water tickling his chin. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of the water, starting to sway as the alcohol gripped his brain. Just as Dean was about to give on summoning the Kelpie, something sharp grabbed his leg, pulling his under the water.
