Authors Note: Hey again, thanks for reading and reviewing, I'm really glad ya'll are enjoying it. If I haven't replied to a review, it's not because it's not important. Sometimes I just forget which ones I've replied to and which ones I haven't. Anyway, enjoy this chapter, mores coming soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, though I wish I did…Riley and the plot are mine.
Chapter Four:
After a small debate, the teens decided to go and take care of the hunt themselves. Dean cleaned up and then he and Sam grabbed what they would need out of the Impala while Riley gathered her things from inside.
Throwing his bag in the trunk of Riley's Mustang, Dean looked at Sam. "You sure you wanna do this Sammy?"
Sam sighed. "How old am I gonna have to be before you call me Sam?"
"Like 90." Dean grinned.
"Figures. And yes, I'm sure. Dad and Uncle Bobby won't be home until tomorrow, so we have time. It'll be easy, in and out."
"Alright. Just don't get hurt." Dean was a little worried about this but he wasn't going to let it show. He'd been on enough salt and burns with John to know what they were getting into and that it would be fairly easy.
"Let's get this show on the road boys." Riley slid into the drivers seat and started up her baby.
Sam slid into the back, knowing that Dean would want shotgun. He wondered if he and Riley were ever gonna fess up to having feelings for each other. It was obvious that they liked each other but being raised by Bobby Singer or John Winchester tended to make you stubborn.
The trip to Vicksville was fairly uneventful (except for the small argument between Sam and Dean, which Dean started) and only took about forty-five minutes. Riley pulled up to a stop in front of the diner and turned the car off.
"You guys wanna get something to eat before we're off to fight the ghosties?" she asked, hiding her grin.
"Do you even have to ask?" Dean replied.
Sam just looked at Riley and rolled his eyes, at which she laughed.
"Come on then, it's on me." Riley had borrowed some cash from the Hunt Fund jar that Bobby kept on the kitchen counter. She figured she might need a little cash, and she would pay it back as soon as she could. She always did.
The trio headed into the diner and grabbed a booth in the corner where they were east likely to be interrupted.
"Evening kids, can I get ya something to drink?" the middle aged waitress smiled down at them.
Riley glanced up at her nametag before answering. "Hey Miss Alice, can I have a Pepsi please?"
"Of course you can dear. What about you boys?" Alice asked.
"I'll have a Pepsi too please." Sam answered, returning the ladies smile.
"Uh, Pepsi sounds good for me too." Dean replied at last.
"Aright, I'll go get those drinks for ya and be right back." Alice slid her notepad into the pocket of her apron and walked back behind the counter.
"So what do we know Sammy?" Riley asked.
"Well, the spirit has been active for a few weeks now, nothing really dangerous at first until Caleb got wind of it. He says that it's been getting more and more "pesky", his words not mine, and that it needs dealt with. He finally figured everything out when he got a call for help on a bigger hunt further East."
"Hey, why does she get to call you Sammy?" Dean almost whined.
"Because I like her more." Sam teased.
At this, Dean crumpled up a napkin and bounced it off Sam's forehead, and Riley couldn't help but to laugh.
In the middle of this, Alice came back with the drinks and smiled at the sight before her. It looked like the kids were enjoying themselves.
Once Riley realized the waitress was back she tried to sober up. "Sorry." she smiled.
"Oh don't worry about it dear. You guys want anything to eat?" Alice placed the sodas on the table.
Dean and Sam ordered food and Riley shook her head. "I'm good thanks." she never liked to hunt on a full stomach.
As Alice walked away, Riley asked;
"So we know where to go to find this spirit and burn it?"
Sam nodded. "Mhm, all we have to do is find the right grave tonight and we're gold."
"Sounds good. After this we can head over to the park and wait until it gets dark enough to creep in the cemetery unnoticed."
"That works." Dean agreed. "We can talk more there where there aren't so many people around."
They all agreed and ate, or in Riley's case, drank in relative silence with a few comments from Sam about Dean's eating habits. Once they finished, Riley paid the bill and give Alice a few extra dollars as a tip.
"Have a good night dear." Alice called as Riley headed for the door.
"Thanks, you too." Riley was hopeful that the woman was right, as she stepped out into the evening air.
It was around nine o'clock when Riley pulled the Mustang onto the side street by the cemetery that Caleb had mentioned on the phone. She remembered their phone conversation when she and the boys were in the park, and she felt a bit guilty about lying to him.
"Hello?" Caleb answered.
"Hey, it's Riley."
"Oh, hey darlin', did ya get a hold of your Dad or John for me?" he wanted to know.
"Yeah, and since it's a salt and burn, Dean, Sam and I are going to handle it."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment as Caleb took in what she said. It wasn't like Bobby or John to let the kids go on a hunt by themselves. Then again, Riley was 19 now, and Dean was about to turn 20 so they could make their own decisions.
"Alright, let me know how it goes."
"I will."
"Oh and Riley?" Caleb said.
"Hmm?" she asked.
"Be careful and keep Dean outta trouble." Caleb laughed.
Riley joined in his laughter. "Can do. Talk to ya later."
"Bye."
The teens got out of the car and grabbed their gear before heading into the cemetery.
It was slightly more complicated to get in with the six foot wrought iron fence beyond the hedge, but all three managed it quite well.
They were walking slowly along looking for the gravestone in question when all of a sudden, they heard a large crack from above.
"Guys, move!" Dean ordered, grabbing Riley and Sam by the arm and hauling them out of the way of the falling tree branch.
"Damn that was close." Riley shook her head and tried to coax her heart back to it's normal rate. "You guys alright?"
To her left, Sam nodded and Dean growled in response.
"Freakin' spirit…" he mumbled.
"Okay, let's just find the grave and burn this sucker." Riley used her flashlight to read the name of the gravestone nearest to her.
"Just be careful." Dean told them.
After what seemed like hours, Sam found the grave in question.
"Hey guys, over here."
Dean and Riley joined him at the grave of Jason Morgan.
Dean sighed. "Alright, lets start digging Sammy."
At this point, Sam couldn't bring himself to correct his brother and nodded, pulling his shovel forward.
Riley was tasked with keeping lookout and she didn't mind it. Truthfully, she hated digging up the dead things and was glad the boys were doing it.
She was sitting on top of the head stone when she felt the chill in the air. "Oh shit." she mumbled. "Dean, I think we're gonna have company in a second." she called into the quickly growing hole.
In no time at all, Dean was out of the grave and next to Riley. He felt a chill go down his spine and he shivered slightly. "You're right, I feel it too."
Riley hopped off the stone and pulled out her shotgun, Dean doing the same.
"You ready for this Ry?" Dean asked quietly.
"Ready as always D."
Despite the situation, Dean smiled at the use of her nickname for him.
Both were ready when the rotted looking spirit appeared in front of them. Riley fired a round of rock salt into the thing and when it disappeared, she called down to Sam;
"You almost there Sammy?"
"Yeah, I just hit something. Dean, I could use some help here."
"Go help him, I got this covered." Riley assured Dean.
Nodding, Dean jumped back into the hole to help uncover, and break open the old wooden box.
Riley heard something behind her and duck on instinct as a brick flew by her head.
"Where in the hell did you get a brick you ugly bastard?!" she exclaimed, shooting it again.
In the hole, the boys had made progress and had busted a big enough hole in the middle of the coffin to be able to get to Jason's remains.
They both climbed out, Dean to see if Riley was still faring alright, and Sam to burn the bones.
Riley was keeping an ear out for where Jason would pop up next. Everything was going well until the spirit managed to outsmart her.
Spinning around to face the sound, Riley tripped over a tree root and went down. She was back up almost instantly, but in that time, he had secured one of the sharp poles out of the fence and it was hurtling towards her at a fast pace.
She had her back to the pole and didn't see it coming. Next thing she knew, Riley was on the ground again and Dean's body half covered hers.
"Sam, now!" Dean yelled.
The spirit was coming at the two hunters when his bones went up in flames and he died away.
"You alright?" Dean asked, struggling to a sitting position.
"I think so, how about-D you're bleeding." Riley's face showed obvious worry.
He glanced down at his side. "I'll be damned. I liked this shirt too."
"Come on, lets get out of here." Riley stood and helped Dean up.
Riley helped Sam fill the grave back in while per her order, Dean leaned back against the tree nearest them.
Tossing in the last shovelful of dirt, Riley wiped her hands on her jeans.
"Alright guys, lets go home. Sam, you call Caleb on the way home and don't mention Dean's meeting with the pole. And Dean Winchester don't you dare bleed in my car!"