For a few demons more
By henry Himmler
Dean sam yelled from across there dirty motel room. Read this sam said as he turned his laptop around. Dean said what is it as he took a swig from his beer. Look whats been goin on in north Arkansas looks like a ghoul problem. Dean started to read the article.
Bexar Arkansas was recently the victim of a mass grave robbery. So far no suspects are said but there have been no bodys found.
Salem Arkansas twelve graves were found with no bodys in them believed to be the same person.
Dean said well lets go, as he cocked his 1911, and put his clothes in his bag. Sam said ill check us out.
{Bexar Arkansas}
Hey will you got any idea on what might have dug up those graves ian asked. Will loaded his high point 45. And said well I know it wasn't a ghoul because all of those graves were old enough the bodies rotted away thirty years ago I already went and looked at them. I think it might be something else. We better ask rose. Ian sighed and said I don't trust that demon bitch. Will laughed and said well if she turns on us the walker will put her down. He put the high point in its holster and walked to his gun cabinet, inside was a colt walker with a pentagram on the butt and crosses on the cylinder strange latin he had never translated was on the barrel in gold. He smiled as he pulled it out and put it in a shoulder holster. Now lets roll kato he said as he laughed. They went outside to wills 1965 chevy pickup he smiled as he said did you miss me bella as he ran his hand across the hood. Ian said sometimes its creepy how much you love that damn truck.
Two days later
Dean drove through the town limits of bexar and said why would a ghoul be near a town this small? Sam said yeah it isn't making anysense. But looks like another graveyard was hit last night. As they pulled up to the scene they saw that there was two cop cars and a 65 chevy pickup. Dean walked up to the sheiriff. The sheiriff said don't tell me the bureu sent more guys, dean said why because those two over there already asked me the details. Dean walked out to them and said im agent hagar and I would like to know why you are posing as a federal agent. Will turned around and said im agent flatt this is my partner agent Scruggs and we will report you to the bureu. Dean laughed and said well then if you are agents where is your card, ian pulled a card out of his wallet is said Herbert Houston
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Dean laughed and said I see we both know bobby. Will smiled and said I guess we do you two must be hunters then. Dean said yep im dean Winchester and this is my brother sam. Will said im will and that's ian. Dean said let me guess 1965 chevy halfton long bed probably a 350 smallblock and a turbo 350 auto. Will said close Muncie fourspeed. Dean smiled and said lucky well out of curiosity were can I get a beer around here. Will said bed of my truck. Ian said hey me and sam are gonna go back to the house and pull up our evidence and see what we come up with. Dean handed him the keys and said give those to sam. Dean and will walked off to his truck. As he got inside he said I gotta know where you got these old eight tracks, as he pointed at the eight track player in the dash. Will laughed and said it don't work the tape deck is in the glove box. As he fired up the truck it started to play mr. Crowley dean said hell yeah turn it up. As will drove down a dirt road they topped a hill and pulled up on an old grave yard. Dean said why hasn't this one been hit. Will I don't know why as he got out and lowered the tail gate. As he opened a beer dean asked why are you a hunter. Will said demons killed my little brother and sister they came in the night and took them for a ritual. By the time I found them they had slit their throats and dumped the bodies me and ian were friends in high school they took his mom. We have been hunting them down ever since . funny thing we got one of the colts but didn't know what it was. Dean said I thought there was only one. Will laughed and said no there are three each one is different in its own aspect mine is a walker the Patterson one I figure is lost to the ages and the 1851 model one is in forks somewhere I tracked it that far. The beauty of mine is it don't need special bullets like that Patterson did. Dean laughed and said you wont believe this but the Patterson is in my car. Will looked like he had been hit with a crowbar. But he continued and said and the 1851 was able to kill angels only go figure, now the only reason I have the walker it's a family heirloom been passed down from father to son for years. A demon stepped out of the brush and was in the bed of the truck in a blur. Will never put down his beer as he said I would appreciate it if you would kindly get out of my truck. The demons eyes went black and said nothing. Will said I asked nice now get the hell out of my truck as he drew the walker and shot it in the chest. It screamed as it burned up. Will set the gun down and finished his beer. Dean said wow I cant believe it. Will said what I don't like there kind touching my truck.