Sam and Cas were in the living room looking over some maps. Dean and Mary came in with their kids, one wrapped in blue, the other in pink. They stood next to their family.
"We figured out the names," Dean said. "Our son is Cas for the man who saved our family." The adult Cas straightened and gave them a huge smile.
"And she's gonna be Samatha, or Sam for short." The adult Sam's eyes teared up and came to hug Mary and his name sake.
"I'm honored," Sam said.
"What are you guys working on?" Dean asked, inching closer to the maps on the table.
"We think there's a haunting happening in St. Francis at the museum. Two people have died and a third is in the hospital."
"Well," Mary interrupted. "That's enough hunter talk for these little ones." She swooped up baby Cas into her arms. 'It's lunch anyways." She kissed Dean on the lips and walked off towards the nursery.
"Where's my lunch?" Dean joked. Mary didn't turn around.
"You have two hands, make it yourself." He chuckled and turned back to the guys.
"Okay, what's going on?"
"Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" Dean asked for the fourth time. The four of them were in the garage. Sam and Cas were packing the back of the impala while Dean and Mary were by the driver's door.
"I can take care of our kids while you slay the monsters. Stay safe." She kissed him on the lips and he pulled her hips into him.
"Aren't I always safe?"
She laughed and lightly patted him in the chest. "Go before I keep you here." He kissed her again and the three poured into the impala. She waved goodbye as they reversed out of the garage and the door shut.
They pulled into the Dusty Farmer Motel that was only a few blocks away from the museum. They exited the vehicle and Dean got the room while Sam and Cas got their bags. They shut the trunk as Dean came towards them looking at his phone.
"What's up?" Sam asked. Dean showed him a picture of little Cas and Sam playing in their nursery.
"Those two," he smiled and shook his head. When he noticed Cas and Sam staring at him, he quickly pocketed his phone and cleared his throat.
"Let's go inside," Cas said as he hoisted a bag on his shoulder.
"Right," Dean said and grabbed a bag from the back. He shut and locked the impala before entering the motel room. Inside was two queen sized beds and a cot. The brothers instantly took the beds and left Cas the cot. Quickly, they placed the police reports and their laptops on the table. They researched the information they had and set a plan.
They walked the two blocks to the tiny white renovated church. A few people stood in front of the church but not enough to draw attention. Sam strode ahead of the three as they walked into the small church. Christian symbols filled every visible space but still looked pretty.
"Mr. Foster?" Sam called. An older man in his fifties excused himself from a few people and came over to them.
"Can I help you?"
"We're doing a magazine page on the unknown museums of Kansas and heard your's was one not to miss," Sam lied flawlessly. The little man puffed up a bit.
"She may not look like much, but there's a lot of history here."
"What can you tell us about the place?" Dean asked. He saw Cas move over to the wall from the corner of his eye.
"This place was built in the eighteen hundreds by missionaries to the area. They met the Native Americans from this area and became friends." Dean snorted and received a glare from his brother.
"Continue," Sam said to Mr. Foster."
"Well, the missionaries built the church just before the winter hit. It was pretty harsh but the natives were kind and gave the missionaries necessary food. In December though, a violent winter storm came through and killed most of the natives. We still have some of their original tools and weapons. I'll bring some out to you." He went away towards the back and Cas came to join them.
"The natives who lived off the land suddenly died and only the missionaries survived?" Dean asked. "Yeah, that sounds believable."
"So a bunch of native spirits are unrestful?" Sam asked.
"Yes," Cas said. "I can sense their presents in this place."
"Well that settles it," Dean said. "We come back tonight and burn their remains." Mr. Foster came back to show them a bow and quiver from the eighteen hundreds as well as a tomahawk that still had some blood on it. They thanked him and left to return to their motel.
"The EMF reader is going crazy," Sam said into the dimly lit church. All three had rock salt shotguns at the ready as they moved around.
"Let's just get the artifacts and torch them," Dean said.
"Dean!" Cas yelled. Dean turned to find a native brave in front of him. He brought the gun up but the brave slashed at him with his tomahawk. Dean deflected the slash but dropped the gun. The brave called out and attacked with a hidden knife. Dean blocked and tried to get the knife. He managed to look and find his brother and friend in a similar situation. Dean brought his knee into the braves abdomen and dropped him to the ground. A searing pain shot into his back. Another brave had him from behind and plunged his long knife into Dean's back under the ribs. He could feel the warm blood seeping into his shirt. His knees hit the floor as the remaining blood rushed through his ears. He knew he should keep fighting, rise up from the floor. But the blood loss was growing fast. He fell to his side and closed his eyes thinking about his family and his wife.