"Dean! Would you just stop?" Sam exhaled a frustrated sigh. "You're starting to creep me out."
"Oh, come on, Sammy. This is fun. Don't you want a guy who spends his nights chopping off vamp heads to have a little joy in his life?"
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Sam pursed his lips together, cursing the day Dean had found the metal detector in the storeroom.
He'd taken to using it inside the bunker and the high-pitched whine it gave off was making Sam go crazy. It sounded like a buzzsaw cutting through flesh.
"Take the damn thing outside then. You're not going to find anything beneath the bunker."
But as if to spite Sam, the detector began to shake.
"Oh, bro of little faith," Dean cackled in triumph. "Awesome! Let's see what secrets the literati hid under here."
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But Sam was done.
Drawing himself up to his full intimidatory height, he faced off against his brother.
"You're NOT going to pick-axe through the concrete to get to what's probably an old coin," Sam warned, "and if you try, I'm going to chain you up in the dungeon until I smash this metal detector to pieces."
A pissed-off Sammy was probably the only thing on earth that could stop Dean from doing something he'd set his mind to.
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"Uh…okay then, " Dean conceded, suspiciously easily. " But tomorrow's Halloween. How about we go mix with the crowds? Me Batman, you Superman."
For a moment Sam hesitated, caught completely unaware by Dean's change of subject.
"Come on, Sam. Let's have SOME fun."
And so it was that a masked Batman and Superman mingled with the crowds in Lawrence, one of the two with a shit-eating grin on his face!
