Series Title: 31 Nights of Frights, Chapter Three
Part Title: Where's the Sense in That?
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss owns the Buffyverse stuff, Kripke owns the boys and crew.
Series Summary: Thirty-one experiments in insanity with a Halloween month theme, er, take three.
Part Summary: Study habits during hunts
Words: 325
A/N: Because I honestly was this crazy, and I kinda wanted to keep writing each day. Also, first non-FfA addition.
A/N2: A Prequel spin-off of the PnC verse, which is also part of the Super Thrilled verse. Also, as a fun side note, I got my 11 year old nephew and 13 year old niece addicted to Supernatural (he likes the creep factor, and she likes the hot boy factor. My evil plan worked perfectly, though I was just trying to keep them from going stir-crazy when I babysat them.)
31 Nights of Frights, Chapter Three
1. Where's the Sense in That?
Dean Winchester frowned at the group of misfits in front of him. Six punk kids who thought they could take on the evil sons of bitches that his family had been hunting for the past twenty-three years. Two scrawny emo boys, and four chicks with no muscle definition. Granted, one of them was Rona, and he'd seen her beat down a hell of a lot of demon ass the last few months she'd been riding with him, Sam, and Jo. But even they should've known not to start a screaming match in the middle of the hunt.
"I didn't tell Jo where you were hiding, and I did not give Ash your passwords for the ASB, Ro!" the shorter brunette was screeching as she was flung backward by the overly hostile demon they were fighting.
"You're the only one who had the access codes, Kit!" Rona yelled back, hacking away at her opponent.
"He's a hacker, Ro! Fer chrissakes, get that through your thick skull," Bobby yelled at the two teenagers.
"Crap, that mullet-having, beer-stealing son of a bitch!" Rona yelled, bringing her axe down hard on the green throat of the demon.
"I'll hold him down by that mullet, Ro," Kit screeched as her knife gutted the demon on top of her.
"Jo, does this count as them passing their damn exam?" Bobby asked as the last demon fell under the weaker two of the group.
"Exam?" Dean blinked, more confused than he was before.
"Yeah, the ASB - Academy of Strategic Beliefs - final exam," Sam huffed out, leaning against Rona and nursing the slice on his belly.
"What kind of crap is that? A Buddhist belief?"
"No, jackass, it's with dealing with the stress of being a slayer and a first generation of new watchers," Carlos muttered, spitting out some blood from a loose tooth.
"Yeah, you'd like our motto Dean," Kit spat, helping Carlos to his feet.
"Yeah, what is it, Puddy-tat?"
"Don't die."