The Curse of Oak Island

I should probably post something this year. This is what went thru my mind when my cousin tried to get me hooked on a new TV show. Written Oct.2017.

Disclaimer: Written for fan purposes only, I own nothing. Thanks to the CW and the History channel for these awesome shows.

Takes place in mid-Supernatural Season 4.

"I think I've got something!" Sam exclaimed around a mouthful of salad from across the diner booth's tabletop.

"Mmmmh?" Dean grunted not willing to be disturbed from his burger with eyes half shut in melt in your mouth bliss.

"Yeah." a half-folded newspaper smacked down on top of his fries and Dean paused to read the circled article.

"Oak Island?" Reluctantly he slowly put the burger down.

"Yeah, speculations about a centuries old treasure that's shrouded in the supernatural, Knights Templar, maybe Ark of the Covenant, I mean it's right up our alley, right?"

Wrong. "Why us, exactly?" Dean snorted, "Sounds like there's more than enough people out there looking for it."

"Well it's not like we couldn't use the money we'd get from anything we found."

"I'd rather run a little short on cash and have to rely on sticky fingers than go there. I mean did you read this?" He shook the thin newsprint in front of Sam's face.

"Yeah, what?"

"The curse! Dude, it says someone's gotta die to find whatever crap's there. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, and we ain't about to do it again Sammy; and you most certainly ain't about to go there either now."

"Yeah, but…"

"Hey," Dean cut him off, "No buts on this one. Why don't we just leave any possible Arks or cursed treasures out there to Indiana Jones or Cas and his feathery friends, hm?"

Sam sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face. "I guess."

"Some things should stay buried." he shook his head. "Not me," he grunted, "but somethings." He flicked the newspaper into Sam's lap with only a hint of annoyance and made to resume his feast of the finest burger he'd had in his life, this time anyway. With the food at his mouth he made one last attempt to get Sam's to see it his way. "Trust me Sammy we don't want to be mixed up in whatever's there. Find a different job." As he made obscene chewing noises and savored a mouthful of burger again webpage printouts were passed across the table and pushed up against his plate.

"Okay… so get this…"