Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is the people who have come alive. Howard Thurman
You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose; oh yeah, I don't own Harry Potter or Supernatural.
Running Away
Chapter 2
Generals gather in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that roll to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgment day comes, yeah!
Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes were the bodies burning
No more war pigs of the power
Hand of god has struck the hour
Day of judgment, god is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for—
War Pigs- Black Sabbath
"Hey," Dean Winchester complained as his brother shut off his music.
"I think I found a case," Sam said ignoring his brother's protest. He wouldn't say he hated the music, but it did annoy him to repeatedly listen to the same five cassettes, yes cassettes, again and again.
Dean huffed in his seat.
"Niles, Ohio, only about ninety miles from here. There have been a few disappearances the only thing they have in common is this bakery." Sam explained.
"Fine we'll check it out." They had finished a hunt a few days ago, where what they thought had been a spirit was actually a story that came alive. It wouldn't have happened if it weren't for these goons with a website. Dean began to hum the song and turned the music up causing Sam to groan. This is why he hated traveling with his brother.
Banana/banana/banana/banana/banana
"Listen I already told 'em, those other cops, that I donno nothin' about any disappearances," The portly balding man that smelled sickeningly like a freshly baked cookie that decided to smoke a cigar.
"Yea, well everyone that's disappeared has a connection to this bakery." Dean said annoyed that the man wasn't helping them figure out the case.
Sam sent Dean a look telling him to shut up, "look we're not accusing you of anything-" He was cut off by terrifying scream.
Instinctively Dean and Sam both reached for their guns. "Stay here," they barked at the bakery proprietor.
They ran out to the alley. They saw the ghost lift a kid and grab his neck. Dean shot a salt round hitting his target. "You okay kid?" The kid didn't answer so he looked to his brother to do his sympathetic girly shit.
"Hey, it's okay you're safe now." Sam said like he was talking to a frightened animal. But the kid just sat there all pale and shaky and kept saying 'no'. Dean looked around and found that the kid hadn't been alone when he was attacked. There were two bodies' they looked like they had been the same age as the one they saved.
"Why don't you tell us where you live? We'll take you home to your folks?" Dean suggested knowing that the sooner they got the kid out of there the better. The kid seamed to snap out of it. He gave them an address as Sam picked him up because he seemed too shaky to walk.
They got out of the car Dean carrying the kid this time as they went up the stairs to the apartment. Sam had barley knocked on the door when it flew open revealing a man with wide concerned green eyes and looked about ready to have a panic attack.
He grabbed the kid from Dean and fired out questions startling the brothers with his accent, "Teddy! Are you okay? What happened?"
"Stopped… at… bakery," the kid said in between sniffles. The man opened his mouth then shut it shaking his head, like he had thought it better not to say whatever it was and just let the kid, Teddy, continue. "Ghost, attacked, Justin n Zack dead."
"Oh cub! Are you okay?" the man asked again, this time Teddy nodded. "Why did you stop at the bakery? I told you to come straight home. Merlin, this is why you need to listen to me. You know better. What if that ghost had hurt you?" He shook his head again, before putting the little boy down. "I know you're upset about Zack and Justin, but I need you to go to your room so I can figure out our next move."
Dean and Sam stood there staring at the man in surprise. He wasn't surprised by the announcement of a ghost didn't question the kid more about it just took it for what it was.
Finally Mike turned to look at the men that had brought Teddy home. One was maybe a half inch taller than him with dark blonde hair and green eyes and the other was incredibly tall with brown hair and eyes. Both were in shape and looked like they had been in more than a few fights. Their eyes were the eyes of soldiers. "My name is Mike Williams and I want to thank you for bringing my son home."
"Um yeah, I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean." The tall one introduced them seeming uncertain for some reason which became obvious when the other one, Dean, opened his mouth.
"You believe him?" at Mike's raised eyebrow he explained, "About the ghost."
Mike looked at them, he thought they knew about the supernatural world. They looked like hunters, they weren't magical but there was something about them. "Don't you?"
"Well yeah but most people…" Dean trailed off.
"I'm not most people." Mike replied as he walked over to a large cabinet. He opened it revealing many books. He skimmed the titles; at last he pulled one, 'So You Have a Ghost Problem, by Eric Goughling.'
a/n: Okay here's chapter two what do you think?
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