Disclaimer: Still got nothing.
Warning: I don't even know to be honest, probably swearing.
My Note: right I know this is a pretty piss poor chapter but i cross my heart that the next one will not only be massive(er than this one) but you will giggle at least once and it will be pretty awesome. I can see it in my minds eyeball.
"Right so now we have somewhere to go, don't we?" Harry spoke up from the backseat, and both Winchester boys nodded, way too tired to reply. They had only gotten half of their usual four hours of sleep last night due to the fact that neither of them was willing to go on nothing but Gabriel's word. So while Harry crashed out, exhausted from such a long day they stayed up researching, and researching and researching until they were falling asleep starring at pages that weren't turning anything out.
Now they were headed back to Bobby's to continue said research and find a way to find death without him coming to them. First though, they had to take care of something that had been eating people in chunks just out of the way. After all, their jobs weren't to be put on hold for anything as trivial as the world ending, again.
As far as they could tell it was nothing more than a vengeful spirit so it would hardly take long to figure out who it was and set it on fire. Besides it would give them booth the perfect opportunity to see Harry in action without risking their necks in the process. Then they could finally make a judgement as to just how useful this 'useful wizard' would be.
For Harrys part, he just really, really wanted to see a vengeful spirit first hand. I mean he had seen the ghosts at Hogwarts – obviously – and learnt in DADA about how muggle ghosts can be excessively different to that of a witch or wizard. They could be violent or angry, and if one of them turned on you (holly fucksticks, I just choked on a cheerio. Carry on) the only way to get the ghost to stop plaguing you was to destroy it. This was done by what Sam and Dean referred to as 'salting and burning them'. So, yeah he was going to enjoy the new experience but there was just one tiny little thing he couldn't understand. "How come everyone doesn't know what to do? I mean, spirts and such are pretty common so why wouldn't the general public know what to do so that they can defend themselves."
"Because Harry," Sam began "people would be living in fear, all the time. Too scared to do anything other than burn granny's entire home when she dies, forget the will. That's why people like us take care of it for them. So the average folks of the world don't have to."
"Yes but wouldn't it just be easier if they taught it in schools?"
"Oh yeah they can fit in ghost killing right after sport and just before home ec" Dean drawled out.
"That's what they did at my school. Minus the sport and home ec, whatever that is."
"You're fucking with us right?" Dean glanced over his shoulder "the hell kind of school did you attend?"
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the safest place on earth or at least it was until it wasn't. Then it was just a disaster zone."
"Wow," Sam said turning in his seat "so there are actually schools for people like you?"
"Yup, it was pretty great if you ignored all the people trying to kill me." Harry decided that enough had been said on that particular topic and instead asked the first thing to come to his mind. "so, you guys have been doing this for a while yeah?"
"We grew up like this." Dean's voice dropped dangerously low and Harry briefly wondered exactly why this was such a touchy subject, however, he didn't really fancy being shot so he kept himself from inquiring further. "So what will our plan of attack be?"
"When we get to town we interview the families, basically just asking who had problems with who and why. Then we find the remains of whoever it was and torch the bones. Pretty simple assuming everything goes to plan, which it rarely does." Sam answered him.
"Fun times all round." Harry grumbled as he slumped back in his seat and pulled out an old book he had decided would more than likely help him out with the humungous task of fighting Luci'. "Can you just tell me up when we get there?"
"Yeah, whatever." Dean muttered, secretly pleased that someone else was doing the research for once and happily turned up his favourite Bon Jovi tape. Maybe this British midget would be helpful after all.