"Sammy, we think we know where the Harry Potter thing is." Dean greeted through the cell phone as his brother came on the other end.
"Mortis Volotar." Sam corrected with aggravation lacing his tone. Dean could just picture him rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"Bless you; anyways we'll pick you up in like three minutes." Dean retorted finishing with his watch in front of his stare. Elizabeth glanced at his from the driver's seat and he flicked his wrist back to the rode. 'Seriously' she mouthed moving her watch back to the barren street in front of the roaring impala.
"Okay, but you know Elizabeth could call me. Now, you don't have to talk on the phone and drive." Sam inserted, Dean rolled his eyes at how his brother could be worried about that after all they'd seen. I guess they had had a few car accidents but usually from disease or demonic interference.
"I'm not driving."
"Elizabeth is driving?" Sam questioned, shock resounding in his jealous voice.
"Yeah."
"….."
"Sammy?"
"Wow, Dean, you won't even let me drive your baby."
"She fixed it her whenever I got cursed from that demon. You cannot fix my baby."
"Okay then, well, I'll be out front when you get here. With Elizabeth driving. Waiting to ride in the back, because my brother doesn't trust me."
"You're not driving."
"Fine." 'click'
Dean pressed back into the warm leather seat of his car and pinched the bridge of his nose in thought. He cracked open his eyes to see the hotel come into view. Sam stood out front at his abnormal height, a bag slung over his shoulder.
"Did you figure out how to kill it?" Dean questioned as Sam cramped his frame into the back seat.
"I have it limited down to courage and love."
"Dude, you sound like a hippie."
"A monster hunting, very violent, hippie." Elizabeth snickered next to him, "I see the building."
An eerie cement building was now seen through the windshield. Spray paint was sputtered over the once dull sides and cracks reached up from the foundation. Chipped paint trickled over the iron fence and a gaping hole was where the wooden door used to be. They knew it was wooden because the door was lying splintered in the dead grass ten feet from its original spot.
"That is definitely a cliché." Dean droned staring up at the building, a chill spreading up his spine. "Let's go."
The group clambered out of the car and rounded around the trunk picking out their deadly devices. Dean cradled his gun and an iron rod in his palm. Elizabeth gripped an iron rod and rock salt gun, pulling her long hair into a high pony tail. Sam held a rock salt gun to his chest a drove his hand along his shaggy hair letting the bangs fall back in front of his eyes.
"Ready?" Sam questioned glancing at both his brother and Elizabeth for an answer. They both nodded confidently in the way Sam never could. "Then come on."
They marched into the building with tense arms and watchful glares. They spread across the bottom level with guns raised. Then Elizabeth felt an intense heat prickle the hairs on her neck. Smoke drenched the air and she wheeled around to see a fire spreading across the building. She yelled for Dean and Sam but couldn't see them through the flame and smoke.
"No! It's not real!" She cried unable to hear anybody's words over the roar of the fire. It bit closer and choked her with thick black smoke as she coughed ferociously still searching out a familiar frame. A large explosion echoed and the fire burnt the rest of the floor. "DEAN!"