The Impala pulled into the parking lot at the library just after dark. All three carried shotguns loaded with rock salt. Dean had the thermal imager and Sam carried an EMF meter. Sam had the lock picked and the door open in less than a minute and they were inside. Dean flanked Kira and Sam took up the lead. This was Kira's first real hunt and Dean still felt the need to protect her. They easily fell into hunter mode and spread out over the library, staying close enough to lend a hand if the spirit made an appearance. The equipment remained still and silent until the three hunters made it to the balcony.
Beeeeeeeeeeeppppppppp. Whiiiirrrrr. Beeeeeeeppppppppp. The EMF meter in Sam's hands jumped to life just as a shelf full of books tipped at the edge of the balcony railing. Some clattered over the edge to fall the twenty feet into the recessed lounge area below. The rest were flung through the air by an invisible force, striking the hunters. Sam and Kira retained their holds on weapons and the meter that was going crazy. Dean's imager was knocked from his hands as book after book struck him. The force of the blows staggered him towards the railing. The spirit manifested as Dean lost his footing at the edge of the long drop.
"DEAN!" Sam screamed as Kira fired at the spirit. It dissolved with a shriek and the remainder of the levitating books fell harmlessly to the carpet. Sam was on his stomach, reaching for Dean where he hung from the bottom of the rail. His gun had clattered to the carpet in the reading pit below. He hung on tightly with both hands.
"Dean, reach for me!" Dean let one hand lose and reached for Sam, trusting his brother with his life. Sam caught his hand and pulled him up. He had just gotten Dean halfway up onto the balcony when the spirit manifested again. She sent shelf after shelf of books clattering to the floor in a fit of rage. Kira shot again. The spirit again was repelled by the rock salt. Kira reloaded her gun as Sam pulled Dean to his feet and retrieved his gun.
Dean groaned. He was covered in bruises and paper cuts. "Let's find this bitch's grave and toast her ass, nice and crispy."
"She's buried next door in that small cemetery."
"Let's go. I gotta get my gun and I know the imager's shot." They ran quickly down the stairs, grabbing the ruined imager and Dean's jammed shotgun; bolting from the library as books again began to levitate. The spirit shrieked in anger as she lost her targets.
They ran to the car and retrieved the salt and gasoline from the trunk of the Impala. Moving next door into the cemetery, Sam and Dean each carried shovels while Kira carried the gas and salt. It wasn't long before they found the grave they were looking for.
"How quaint. It's in the shape of a book. Go figure." Dean snarked as he began digging at the base of the headstone. "Have I mentioned how badly freakin' paper cuts hurt? That's why I never read."
"Dean? Let us." Kira said. She looked at Sam who caught her thoughts. He smiled. Dean shrugged and handed his shovel to her. She stuck it in the ground as Sam stepped forward after sticking his own shovel into the ground. He raised his hands side by side palms up and the dirt lifted from the grave, revealing a dirty and slowly rotting, but otherwise fairly solid wooden casket. Sam moved again and the dirt settled in a pile beside the now open grave. He flicked his wrist and the lid opened, showing them a skeleton with a very broken neck.
"Damn. I guess we don't have to dig anymore." Dean said as he reached for the salt. Kira handed Sam the gas jug. Sam added accelerant and Dean reached for his Zippo. Kira stepped forward as Sam stopped pouring gas and moved back.
"Dean, step back." Dean listened. Kira looked into the grave and flames leapt to life, incinerating everything in the coffin and coloring the night sky around them.
A shriek split the air around them as a second burst of flame was visible momentarily in the dark interior of the library.
"Bye, bye, bookworm." Dean said. He looked at Kira and Sam. "Huh, no more digging or having to buy a Zippo before every hunt. You know, being around you two can make a guy lazy."
"Don't count on it, Dean." Kira and Sam said in unison, laughing. They got in the Impala and the three of them went back to the motel they were all beginning to consider home.