Not to be done by Amateurs

by Tribble Master

E.O.: Clear. For Paulathecat's birthday. Set during ghostfacers, Dean and Sam pass time while they wait for dawn in the Morton Mansion.

Title: Not to be done by Amateurs
E/O: Clear
Spoiler: Season three!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Zomg! Finals are done! I'm allowed to write again! I missed you all.

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Dean let himself relax and slide down the walls of the Morton house. He yawned and looked at his watch. They were trapped until dawn with the most obnoxious evil so far: amateur ghost hunters. "How much longer?"

"Till they lose it?" Sam eyed the door wearily. "An hour. Corbett is half way there."

"Those morons."

"Don't judge." Sam glared. "We were young once."

"Please. I was always good at this."

"Maybe your memories aren't so clear Dean. Remember the cat and the white sheet?"

"That thing was menacing! Mr. Whiskers could have killed us!"

"Right."