They were in a swamp in the Louisiana bayou, humidity was through the roof, a pissed off ghost was lurking about somewhere, and to top it all off—they had forgotten to bring the freaking mosquito repellant.

Smacking the bloodsucker trying to make lunch out of him, Tony grumbled "Couldn't you have narrowed down the grave site any better Dad?"

"You're the one that wanted to come with me, boy," John replied, shifting his shotgun to one hand as he absent-mindedly scratched at some mosquito bites.

"Yeah, but I thought I'd actually get to shoot something…"

"You just didn't want to play nurse," John said with a half-smile. Sammy wasn't often sick, but when he was, he could be awfully needy. Right before Tony had asked to come along, Dean had lost a Rock Paper Scissors match to him.

"You got me. I just don't like being around all the sniffling, sneezing…." Tony trailed off. A few feet ahead of them was what looked like a grave-marker.

Taking the lead, Tony reached the marker before John. Kneeling down, he traced his fingers over the partially illegible inscription. Tabitha Eden.

"This her?" John questioned, ready to dig the shovel out of his duffle.

"Yeah, this is ol' Tabby."

"Good. Keep a look out while I dig."

Digging up graves wasn't fun. Tony was sweating from just being under the hot sun; he couldn't imagine how his dad could do manual labor in it. As soon as the shovel hit the wooden casket, two things happened: a dull thudding sound was emitted and it got suddenly, inexplicably cold.

"Tony!"

"I got it!" Tony fired salt rounds at the ghost of Tabitha Eden, who had appeared before the hole in the ground, ready to pull John up and away from her bones.

The ghost disappeared. Tony quickly reloaded the gun, waiting for her to reform. Meanwhile, John broke the casket open and pulled himself out of the grave.

"You salt'n'burn! I'll distract her!" John shouted, taking the gun from Tony and firing at the reformed ghost.

Tony dropped to his knees, pulling his bag in front of him and grabbing the salt and lighter fluid. Dumping the salt liberally over the skeleton, Tony moved quickly. The accelerant came next in record time. Only problem was with the lighter. It failed to ignite three times before Tony finally got it to work.

"Anthony, DUCK!"

Tony fell to the ground as the shotgun went off once more. Reigniting the lighter was easier this time. Quickly dropping it in the grave, Tony barely got out the "Fire in the hole!" before the ghost went out with a shriek.

"You okay, kiddo?" John asked, offering a hand up to Tony.

"That was awesome! I can't believe I haven't gone on a hunt before…wait until I tell Sam and Dean!"

John chuckled, shaking his head. By the time Tony would tell Sam and Dean about the hunt, Tony would have single-handedly taken on Tabitha Eden and her legion of ghostly followers.

Tony picked up the shovel, and began to put it back in the duffle.

"What do you think you're doing? You still have to fill in the hole."

"Seriously? We're in a swamp. No one's going to notice it."

"What's my rule?"

Tony sighed, "If you dig it up, you have to fill it back in."

"Good. Hop to it," John smiled, sitting down on a tree stump.

"Even though you're the one who dug it up," Tony said under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, I was just commenting on the weather."

"That's what I thought," John said with a smirk. Maybe he should take Tony more often. Having help was nice.

Standard Disclaimers Apply

Tony is 12 in this story.

I have a variety of ideas of how to deal with Tony finding out about Dean's deal. One of the ideas I am toying with is Tony quitting NCIS. I have a poll up concerning this idea, please go vote on what you would prefer!

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