Despite the fact that four sons of two different hunters were actually enjoying themselves on the safety from public harm on school grounds, John Winchester found himself in a rather…tight situation. While investigating what had started out looking like teenagers looking for a quick and creepy thrill, progressing into a sick head-case with a passion for the dead soon slipped into a case of ghouls. And only John and Rich saw the connection. But right now, Rich wasn't present, and John had wished he was working on this case alongside someone.
"You know, me and my sister don't normally go for warm, living, blood-flowing flesh. But right about now, you look about a thousand times more appetizing than Johnny Dead-for-a-hundred-years!" the guy ghoul smirked, pinning John against the wall of their underground home beneath one of the old mausoleums in the cemetery.
"Can't even remember the last time we ate live," the girl ghoul added in, mouth watering against the idea of the flavor they were about to endure.
"Yeah? And that's something you're never gonna remember!" Rich came up from right behind the dynamic duo before swinging the machete he decided to keep handy on him, easily slicing through both their necks.
John immediately fell and landed on his feet once the grip on his neck was released. "Couldn't have gotten here five seconds sooner?" He asked as Rich immediately went to work on lighting and torching the heads. Better safe than sorry. Besides, these suckers deserved it.
"Sorry. I can't tunnel in and outta places like I used to back in the day," Rich said, throwing a match on the soaked heads. "Looks like these two won't be home for dinner."
John nodded and suggested that they get out of there. The smell of rotting dead flesh and burning remains, he had enough of that in Vietnam. Rich followed John in tow, leaving the monsters to burn.
"So, how'd you find them?" John wondered once they were breathing fresh air.
"One thing about ghouls, they never clean up after themselves. Always leaving something behind." Rich smirked.
"Clever." John nodded. "And the torching?"
"Better safe than sorry," Rich said. "Besides," he shrugged, "no evidence, no conviction. Don't exactly get thanks or appreciation for this gig."
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School had finally ended for the day. Most of the kids ran out of the building and straight to their buses, some with friends, some with siblings, some alone. But Dean and Sammy ran outside to the playground. John wasn't going to be home for a while long, and Dean had absolutely no intentions whatsoever of getting his homework done anytime soon, they decided on spending the rest of their afternoon on the swings.
Michael and Andrew were supposed to report straight home the second school ended. But Sammy had invited Andrew to join in on the swings with him and Dean, and he wouldn't stop bothering Michael about it. Well…what was one afternoon? Just as long as they were home before their dad.
"Andrew!" Sammy smiled just as he hopped up on the swing.
"Hi, Sammy! Michael said I can play on the swings with you!" Andrew said, hopping up on one of the other empty swings.
"Yeah, after you bugged me about a thousand times." Michael smirked at his brother before ruffling his hair and asking how high he wanted to start off on the swing. To Pluto it was as Michael pushed his brother as hard as he possible could right alongside Dean who was pushing Sammy.
