A/N
I forgot to mention. I am not religious. I've never been taught anything about religion. My dad is totally against religion, and religious stuff. If you ask him what he believes in, he says science. So much of my religious understanding comes from having friends that are different religions, and all the research I did for this story. So please don't get offended if I get something wrong or do something bad, I don't mean to. I was going to add another chapter, but I have math homework to do, I know, on a Saturday night…
Chapter Two
"Alright, so dad sent us coordinates to old people's town, what have you got?" Dean asked. As soon as they had made it to the room, Sam had set to the task of researching. The room was decent, kind of complex like. When Dean opened the door, he was greeted by a couch and a TV. But as he walked farther into the room, he noticed a small hallway sort thing. It was only about five big steps long, and on the left end was a bathroom. On the right end there was a single door. The door led to the one bedroom, which unfortunately only had a queen size bed. After deciding it would do, Dean turned towards Sam ready to get over with this hunt.
"Well, there have been some weird deaths at a mission," Sam said, barely looking up from his research. "Get this; three people have died in the last two weeks. All died of mosquito bites that got infected."
"So we're dealing with some sort of bug thing, like in Oklahoma?" Dean asked. He shuttered at the thought of Oklahoma. He hated any kind of bug or rodent, and well Oklahoma and been way to up close and personal with way to many bugs.
"Well I don't think so. Listen to this, Mission San Carlos de Borromeo was founded on June 30th, 1770 by Father Junipero Serra. Father Serra spent the rest of his life as head of the missions in California, founding nine missions in all including his headquarters at our mission. Father Serra died in 1784 and was buried under the sanctuary floor."
"Alright, so we got to find old man Serra and burn his bones?" When Dean was answered with a nod he turned around switched on the TV. "Simple enough, go in, get out, and move on with our lives."
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They were stealthy. And because of the fact that Dean needed a thrill, he made his way exaggerating every turn and every precaution. Sam was not in the mood for Dean's games at midnight. They made their way slowly down to the sanctuary, finding it with no trouble at all. There was only one good thing about having to burn a famous religious man; his remains were always easy to find. Dean found the grave stone first, and made the first crack. There was much digging to be done, which Sam was extremely thankful for. Dean salted and burned the bones quickly, and then started to make his way towards the exit.
"Dean!" Sam screamed in a whisper. "We can't just leave! We have to wait until the bones burn and put the grave back."
"What? Are you kidding me Sam?"
"Dean, he's an important figure, we have to," Dean swore that one day, Sam would go blind. If Sam kept using those puppy dog eyes Dean would make him go blind so he couldn't. So they waited, and when the burns burned and all was okay, they got back to setting the grave as they had found it.
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It had been two days since they burned Father Serra's bones. Sam had convinced Dean to stay a few extra days, just for the heck of it. But Dean knew that Sam was once again enthralled by the ocean, and didn't have to heart to tear him away from it. Sam opened the motel room door on the second floor and grabbed the newspaper lying on the ground. Hearing the shower still running, Sam sat down on the couch and started reading. He didn't notice it at first, but when he did, he almost fell over.
"Another man killed at Mission San Carlos de Borromeo" the headline read. Still in shock, Sam failed to notice the shower turn off and Dean exit the bathroom in only a towel.
"Sam? You okay?" Sam looked up at Dean, and at a loss of words, handed the newspaper to Dean. "Shit man, I thought we burned all the bones…"
"We did."
"Alright, so we missed something…"