Title: The Trenchcoat Avenger of Truman High
Author: rons_pigwidgeon
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Masturbation, Underage Drinking, Phone Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Sex Toys, Blow Jobs in a Car, Car Sex, Sex in the Impala, Bathroom Sex, Hand Jobs, light dom/sub play, Homophobic Language, Homophobia, Homophobic language (way to be a dick, John)
Chapter Summary: Sam requests help from Castiel in the most clandestine way possible. Dean pops up for a surprise visit. Neil is annoying. John is a dick, but that's not exactly new.
Beta: deanstrenchcoatangel
Author's Note:
From: samwin81
To: cnovak
Sat, March 11, 2000
Subject: Hi, Cas
Message:
Hey Cas,
This is Sam Winchester. How are you? Do you like your classes this semester? I know you said I could come to you if I had questions about anything, and I sort of do? I really want to go to college, but I know we can't afford it, and my dad doesn't want me to go anyway. He says it's 'unsafe', which I think is ridiculous. I want to be a lawyer so I can help people and do good in the world.
There are a couple of schools I'd like to go to, but they're really expensive, and I couldn't even afford to go to community college by myself. I know you got a really good scholarship for college. I know I'm going to need to figure out a way to get a full scholarship before I even think about which schools to apply to, but I don't even know where to start. Can you help me?
Thanks,
Sam
From: cnovak
To: samwin81
Sun, March 12, 2000
Subject: Re: Hi, Cas
Message:
Hello Sam,
I am pleased to hear that you are considering higher education. I had hoped to help Dean do the same, but that was not in the cards, as they say. I would be more than happy to assist you. If the grade-point average your brother has bragged about is accurate, you are already off to an excellent start. To get into the best schools, you will need to do well on your college entrance exams. If you intend to look at schools on either coast, you should focus on taking the SAT. If you intend to look for schools in the Midwest, focus on the ACT. For either (or both), you will need to score extremely high, the higher the better.
Since you do not play sports, you will need to focus your efforts on academic scholarships, which can be both easier and more challenging to win. I know that your academic history is excellent. You will need to continue maintain your grade point average, and take on as many advance-level courses as you can.
You will also need at least two, but ideally four, recommendations from teachers and mentors of yours. These recommendations should be written by people who are not related to you and are people who are well-respected in their fields. It would be better if they are teachers or counselors at your school.
I understand that your father is worried about your safety, but you will need to get his consent on much of the paperwork you will be filling out, since you are a minor. It might be a good idea to talk to your father's friend, Bobby Singer, and try to gain his support. I know he is like a second father to both you and Dean. He might be able to talk to your father, and help him to see reason. I know that academia is important to him, being a former scholar himself. He might be willing to act as your permanent mailing address, as you will need somewhere more stable than your living arrangement to act as a receptacle for incoming and outgoing applications. It would be extremely upsetting to know that you worked so hard on a scholarship or college entrance application, only to have the response get lost in the mail forwarding system.
I am going to attach a list of scholarship sources that I used when I was applying for schools, as well as some links to helpful websites for you to read. I hope this will be a good start to your efforts. I am always available to answer any questions you might have.
Sincerely,
Castiel Novak
"What are you doing tonight?" Neil asks as he ties his shoes.
"I have three papers to write before Monday. I was planning to get one of them done tonight," Castiel answers, indicating the pile of books at his knee.
Neil scoffs. "Seriously, dude? It's Friday night. Come to the party with me. Maybe you'll meet a dude. Let off some steam."
"Thank you, but I think I'd rather stay here. The last time I went to a party, I ended up in someone else's bed. I don't think I want to do that again."
"Why not? You're twenty years old. You need to live a little, get laid. You know that's what your boyfriend's doing, isn't it?"
Castiel freezes, leveling Neil with a look. "Thank you for the reminder. I'm still staying home."
"Your choice, dude. I'll see you in the morning, then." Neil stands and shrugs on his coat, leaving with a last look over his shoulder.
Castiel takes up his cell phone with an annoyed face and sends a text to Avery. Is it just me, or is Neil becoming more annoying with each new girl he sleeps with? He sets the phone down and picks up his book again, letting the text distract him until a little bing indicates a new message.
AVERY WELLS:Sweetie, I've been ignoring him for six months now. He pays the rent on time. That's all I care about. Call Dean and start talking about having sex with him again. Neil'll go away.
Castiel snorts. You're a horrible influence.
AVERY WELLS: Yep, isn't that why you love me?
CASTIEL: Yes. Be careful tonight.
AVERY WELLS: Always. See you in the morning, sweetie.
CASTIEL: Good night.
Castiel puts the phone down with a smile and goes back to studying. He has an outline and the first few pages written when he's interrupted by the door, three quick knocks, followed by four more in quicker succession. Castiel had not been expecting anyone, and certainly not anyone who did not require being buzzed into the building. He peers through the peephole and is shocked to see Dean leaning against the door jam. "Dean!" he cries in surprise, hurrying to pull the door open.
"Hey, sexy, mind if I come in?" Dean says, leaning over the threshold to kiss him in greeting. Castiel frames Dean's jaw with his hands and returns the kiss with a pleased hum.
"I didn't know you were coming. Are you staying the weekend?"
"Yeah, if that's okay?" Dean's smirk melts into an expression of uncertainty. Castiel wraps his arms around Dean's neck and pulls him into a hug.
"Of course it is, Dean. I'm always pleased to have you. You know that." It isn't until he steps back that he realizes what he's said, but he lets it go, choosing to kiss Dean again instead.
"Awesome. I didn't mean to burst in on your or anything, but I had a weekend off, and we weren't too far away. Thought I'd surprise you." Dean closes the door behind them and sets his duffel down.
Castiel takes the paper bag he'd been carrying and peeks inside at the aluminum foil packages piled inside before looking back up at Dean. "But you said yesterday that you were in Ohio."
"Yeah, Cleveland," Dean says as he pulls off his jacket and hangs it up in the closet.
"That's a long drive, isn't it?"
"Five hours, not long at all. Come on, I brought food and booze, and…" Dean grins, pulling a set of dvds out of his duffel and dangling them in front of Cas. Castiel recognizes the hospital scrubs the people on the package are wearing, but that's it. "Season one of Dr. Sexy, M. D., as promised."
Castiel shakes his head in amusement. "If we must. Put your bag in my room and get the television ready. I'll get the food plated. What did you get?"
"Fried shimp, hope that's okay." Dean shoulders his pack again and heads in the direction of the bedroom. Castiel takes the food bag into the kitchen and grabs plates before beginning to riffle through the contents of the bag. There's a giant paper bowl of fried shrimp and two kinds of sauce, as well as french fries and two slice containers that unsurprisingly hold pie. Castiel chuckles to himself as he divides up the food and puts the beer he finds in the bottom of the bag in the fridge, pulling out two cold bottles to start them off.
He takes everything into the living room and sets it all on the coffee table. Dean is fiddling with the dvd player, but he looks like he knows how to use it, which is more than Castiel can say of his own skills. He distracts himself from staring at Dean's ass by straightening the mess of research materials he had spread all over the couch and stacking them neatly at his feet. He really does have three papers to write and very little hope for showing any interest in the show. He is confident he will be able to get some work done after they've eaten.
Dean finally turns back to the couch with a huge grin and the remote in his hand. He settles next to Cas on the couch and hits the symbol that must mean PLAY in Cantonese on the welcome menu of the dvd. "Are you ready for some very sexy doctoring?" Dean asks in the cheesiest sultry voice Cas has ever head. It makes him giggle.
"You are ridiculous."
"And oh so sexy, right?"
"Mmm, very sexy," Cas agrees, leaning in to meet his lips. Dean cups the back of his neck, putting a little more heat in the kiss than Cas expects. He hums in pleasure, scooting up onto his knees and letting Dean pull him onto his lap. A song so sappy even Castiel can't stand it starts playing, and he has to pull away in disgust. "What is that?"
"The Dr. Sexy theme music. I know it's awful, but I promise the show is cool."
"You said the same thing about Indiana Jones."
"Dude, just because a movie isn't Biblically accurate, that doesn't make it bad. Harrison Ford is badass," Dean insists, scowling. Castiel knows he is still upset that Cas did not enjoy the movies as much as Dean had hoped he would.
Cas slides off Dean's lap and picks up his plate, intent on eating. "Harrison Ford is quite attractive, I agree, but his presence does not make up for complete lack of realism."
"If you say that about Star Wars, we're breaking up."
"Mmhmm," Cas murmurs around a delicious mouthful of fried shrimp. The breading practically melts in his mouth and makes him want to melt as well.
Dean peers at him with apparent annoyance. "I'm serious, babe."
"You sound very serious," Cas agrees with a tiny smile as he dips another shrimp in the sauce and holds it up to Dean's mouth. Dean glares, but Cas ignores him as soon as he's taken the bite. They fall into silence as they eat, starting to actually watch the show now that they're too busy eating to flirt with each other.
Castiel's original assessment that he is not going to find entertainment value in the medical drama is correct, and as soon as he and Dean have both finished eating, he takes the plates into the kitchen to wash. He comes back a few minutes later with a refill on their beers to find Dean engrossed. He rolls his eyes and takes his seat back, picking up the book he had been reading and returning to his research paper. Despite his distaste for the show, it is nice to have Dean next to him even when they are doing completely different things. This is especially true when Dean finally clues into the fact that Cas has been leaning his back against Dean's shoulder for the last half an hour, and rather than complaining that Cas isn't watching, he wraps an arm around Cas' chest and pulls him close instead, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. Cas leans his head on Dean's shoulder and props his book up on his knees so it's easier to see, content to let Dean hold him.
Around ten, Avery bursts through the door looking thoroughly annoyed and doesn't even glance over before she starts peeling off layers of coat and scarf. "Oh my god, worst date in the history of the world. The guy used way too much cologne and would not stop talking about how important he was at his tech job. I'm pretty sure he's the guy at work everyone else avoids like the fucking plague. Ugh. I knew he was going to be awful when I saw his shoes. Why didn't you make me listen to myself about the shoes? I blame you for this, Cas." Avery looks up from untying the 500 laces of her over-the-knee boots and comes up short. "Dean, woah, what are you doing here?" she asks, blinking.
"Stopped by for the weekend to introduce Cas to Dr. Sexy, M.D. I'd ask how you are, but it sounds like you need a drink."
"I so do. Are you really watching Dr. Sexy? I thought the season was over." She looks at the television with interest.
"I scored a bootleg in Cleveland. Wanna join us? I'm pretty sure Cas lost interest a while ago."
"I never expressed an interest in the first place. I'm only tolerating it because you are keeping me warm, and you brought me delicious shrimp," Cas reminds him, not looking up from his notebook. He's determined to have this paper written before they go to bed, and he's already half-way finished.
"That shrimp was pretty awesome," Dean agrees, squeezing Cas to him briefly.
"Giant surprise, Cas isn't interested in watching tv. All that Children-of-the-Corn-living's scrambled his brain," Avery says. Castiel would be offended, but he knows Avery's only teasing him, so he chooses to shoot her a mock-annoyed glare instead. She winks at him with a grin and disappears for a while. When she reappears, it is in the pink track suit she wears to lounge with the strange letters across her butt and a beer. "So seriously, Dean-o, it's only been like two months. Where's the fire?" She asks as she settles next to Cas on the couch. She doesn't complain when he tucks his cold toes under her thigh, just flashes Dean a smirk.
"In Cas' pants," Dean snarks back.
Castiel pinches his arm in retaliation. "Pervert," he mutters.
Dean kisses the back of his neck again without comment.
Avery shakes her head at them with an amused smirk. She quickly becomes as engrossed in the show as Dean is, and they exchange conversation about it over Cas' head. Having grown up in a house full of loud siblings, Cas has no problem tuning them out, and is only made aware of either of them when one of the other gets up to grab another beer or change the disks out. By one in the morning, his essay is complete, and he decides that it is time for bed. He stacks the books up neatly on the coffee table and turns to Dean.
"I would like to go to bed now," he says simply.
Dean turns from the television to blink owlishly at him. "Huh?"
"Bed, now. You're taking me."
"I am?"
"Yes. Come on." He stands, giving Dean a look he hopes conveys what he has in mind for when they get to bed. Dean is up and ready to follow him immediately.
"Night, Avery. Sorry about the sucky date. Cas and I are gonna go to bed now," he says quickly, grabbing their empty beer bottles in one hand and Cas' hand in the other.
Avery snorts. "Have fun," she says as she grabs a pillow and spreads out on the couch, clearly intending to continuing marathoning the show.
Dean and Cas move towards the bedroom, stopping to throw the beer bottles away in the kitchen. When they get into the room, Cas tosses the notebook with his essay on his desk, intending to type it up in the morning, and quickly finds himself pushed up against the door with a grinning Dean looming over him. He holds a hand up to Dean's lips with an apologetic smile. "Can we brush our teeth first? The shrimp was delicious, but I'd prefer not to kiss you with shrimp sauce still in my mouth." He makes a face to indicate his distaste, and Dean buries his nose in Cas' shoulder.
"Yeah, okay. Let me grab my toothbrush." He kisses Cas' cheek and goes to dig through his duffel.
Cas leaves him to it and slips into the bathroom. Dean meets him in there a minute later, and they stand side-by-side, brushing their teeth. It makes Cas smile, the domesticity of the scene. He has to restrain himself from reminding Dean that it could be like this all the time, if only Dean and Sam would settle in Chicago and let their father roam where he willed. Dean turns to him after rinsing, flashing his freshly cleaned teeth. "Shrimp-free. Can we make out now?"
Cas grins, nodding. Dean's on him a second later, kissing him, hands roaming down his sides to cup his ass, lifting him up onto the bathroom counter. Cas buries his fingers in Dean's hair, nipping at his bottom lip with a happy smile. Dean grips his hips and pulls them flush with his, his hands traveling south to squeeze Cas' ass. Cas whines into his mouth, squirming closer, hating that they both still have clothes on. All he wants is to feel Dean's skin against his, his hands on him, warm and strong and so perfect.
He starts pulling at Dean's shirt, smoothing his hands up Dean's flat stomach with a little hum of happiness. Dean pulls away to let him get the shirt over his head and immediately goes in for another kiss. Cas goes back to running his hands up and down Dean's abs, scratching his blunt nails down them gently until Dean is grunting into his mouth and pulling him closer.
Dean pulls away after awhile, pressing his forehead to Cas' and framing his face with his big hands. "Bedroom?" he rasps, hoarse and panting.
Cas agrees with a tiny grin, pressing a line of kisses across Dean's cheek to his ear, licking the rim of it until he feels Dean shiver. He doesn't get to go further because Dean pulls him off the counter by his hips and carries him out of the bathroom, across the hall, and into his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them.
Castiel wakes up cradled against Dean, warm and content. He takes a moment, staring at his bookcase, fantasizing that this is how he wakes up every morning, Dean's warm skin pressed close to his, Dean's breath blowing through the back of his hair. Dean shifts with a grunt, turning his head away and loosening his grip. Cas takes it as his sign that he needs to get up. He has a paper to type, after all. He slides out from under Dean's arm and pulls on his pajamas. Getting out of bed usually leaves him feeling dragged down and grumpy, but it's less today somehow. He leans over the bed and kisses Dean's cheek, smiling at the noise Dean makes as he spreads out across the bed.
Neil's in the kitchen when he gets there, making toast and coffee. He barely looks up when Castiel walks in. "Hey," he mutters, "you missed a good party last night."
"That's nice," Cas answers, going for the coffee without looking at him.
"Dude, you look like you went a couple rounds with a wild dog. What the hell?"
Castiel levels him with a look. "I got laid."
"Woah, look at you! You fuck the pizza guy or something?"
"Yes, I disregarded twenty years of morality to fuck a random stranger I've never met before because you told me to."
Neil isn't fazed by the sarcasm. "Then, who?"
"You're a sophomore at one of the best universities in the United States. You can figure it out." He leaves the kitchen without another word, sipping his coffee as he goes back to his room. Dean's still in the same position, out cold. Castiel sets his cup down and turns his computer on. He drinks his coffee while he waits for it to boot up and watches Dean's back rise and fall, his tan skin marked with the red lines of Cas' own scratches. There's a moment where Cas thinks maybe he should just get back into bed, lick a line up those marks, wake Dean up with a proper greeting. But then the Windows sign-on sounds, and he's able to shake himself of the distraction.
Half an hour later, Cas is almost finished typing and editing his paper when the silence of the room is broken by groaning and the sound of sheets rustling. Cas turns to watch Dean roll around and off the bed, making an annoyed face as he stands and stretches. "What time is it?" he asks, yawning.
"Almost ten."
"Mmm, mornin'. A little early for work, isn't it?" Dean accompanies his question with a kiss to Cas' neck, rubbing his hands down Cas' arms.
"Typing up my German paper. I'm almost finished. There's coffee in the kitchen if you want some."
"Coffee sounds awesome. Know what sounds more awesome?" Dean moves his hands up into Cas' hair, combing through it and massaging his scalp.
"Bacon?"
"Well yeah, but you know what would be better?"
"No idea." Castiel looks up at Dean over his shoulder to find him smirking his sex smirk.
"You, naked, maybe on the bed. Maybe not." Dean leans down to lick and suck Cas' earlobe into his mouth. Cas' toes curl at the pleasure of it, but he can't let it distract him from finishing the paper. He has two more to write before the end of the weekend, after all.
"As much as I would enjoy that, it will have to wait. Go get breakfast, let me finish this paper, and I'll be naked and at your disposal right afterwards."
Dean leans further over him to press a kiss to his lips. "Sounds like a plan. Want anything for breakfast?"
"Toast?"
"Be right back." Dean leaves, and Castiel goes back to typing, fingers moving a little quicker now that he has sex with Dean as an incentive. Dean's left the door open, and Cas can hear the conversation going on in the kitchen. Neil is in there again, and he clearly hadn't put two and two together about Dean yet.
"Dude, didn't expect to see you. When did you get here?"
"Last night. Cas said you were at a party or something."
"Yeah, this awesome rave down at UIC. Made out with three different chicks. It was awesome."
"Sounds it. Mind if I make some breakfast for Cas and me?"
"Sure, dude."Any conversation that follows is muffled by the sounds of pans banging against hard surfaces and food sizzling. Castiel focuses on the paper, finishing it quickly and giving it a final read-through before printing it and depositing it in his German folder. He's just getting started on his anthropology paper when Dean returns with two steaming plates of food, a coffee cup dangling precariously from his hand. He sets one plate in front of Cas and sits on the edge of the bed to eat his own.
"How goes the paper?"
"Finished. I was just starting on my second one. This looks delicious, though. Thank you, Dean." Cas takes up the plate and fork, twisting in his chair to face Dean.
Dean has already begun digging into his eggs. "So, you're all done with the paper?"
"Yes, but I have two more to write before the end of the weekend. I've already half-started on my anthropology paper."
Dean considers this as he shoves a corner of toast into his mouth. "Yeah, I'm glad I didn't go to college. That sounds like a whole lot of work."
Castiel smiles around a forkful of surprisingly delicious eggs. He hadn't known Dean could cook. "It is, but it will be worth it when I'm done."
"For you, yeah. Can't be a sexy librarian without the fancy diploma, can you?" Dean's got his sexy smirk on again, dangling the end of his fork off his bottom lip in an even sexier way.
"No, I cannot."
They're quiet for a few minutes, watching each other eat. Dean finishes first and sets his plate aside. Castiel watches as he slides off the bed onto his knees and crawls over to him. "You made me a promise when I went to make breakfast," he says, lifting himself up with hands on Cas' knees. Castiel sets his plate on the desk to give his full attention to Dean.
"I did?"
"Yep, and now I want to collect." His hands slide up Cas' thighs to rest on his pajamas bottoms, slowly teasing them down his hips. Cas lifts up to help him, licking his lips in anticipation of whatever Dean has planned. Dean tosses the pants somewhere to their right and starts in on the buttons of Cas' pajamas top. "I don't know what it is about these geeky Dick Van Dyke pajamas, but they turning me on so bad," Dean informs him, pressing wet kisses to everY new patch of skin he exposes. Castiel sighs, dropping his head back in pleasure. "All I can think about when I see you in them is getting them off of you."
"Oh really? I had no idea my pajamas were so erotic."
Dean kneels back up to reach Cas' lips for a brief kiss before pulling back with a raised eyebrow. "Did you just say 'erotic'?"
"Yes. Is that not an appropriate term?"
Dean drops his face into Castiel's neck and laughs, hot puffs of breath tickling Castiel's skin. "You are something else, you know that? Get down here." He tugs Cas down without much force, laying him out on the carpet and rolling on top of him. Cas pulls him down for another, deeper, kiss, lifting his hips up into Dean's boxers. Dean slides between his legs, rocking down into him. The boxer-briefs are soft enough not to irritate, but are still in the way. Castiel pushes them down, only half-succeeding until Dean clues in and helps him. The shirt goes a moment later, and they're skin-to-skin again.
Dean nips at his lip, pulling an unexpected whimper from him. He clenches fingers onto Dean's shoulders, digging his nails in the way he knows Dean likes. Dean rewards him with a hand twisting under his body, pulling him closer so their erections rub together. Cas crosses his ankles behind Dean's back to give himself leverage to thrust against Dean. Their movements are slow, sensual in a way they've never been before—tender almost. Dean twines their fingers together and lifts their joined hands over Cas' head, pinning him down. He pulls up from the kiss, staring down at Cas with an intensity that sends shivers down his spine. Dean's beautiful green eyes are nearly black now, the iris nearly engulfed by his pupils. Castiel cannot look away.
His orgasm creeps up on him and takes him by surprise, a silent wave stealing him in the night and carrying him off to sea. He floats for a while on the ebb and flow of pleasure, waiting for Dean to join him. He doesn't have to wait long. With a soft groan, Dean spills over him, pulling him close for a final thrust before he collapses. Cas combs fingers through his hair and watches the short brown hairs slide through his fingers and thinks that he has never been more sure that Dean loves him. He never expects Dean to say it—he's not even sure if he'll ever have the courage to say it—but he knows.
After a while, Dean sits up and grabs a towel from the hamper, using it to clean them both up. He leans over Cas to press another kiss to his lips. "Don't suppose you'd want to join me for a nap?"
"Can't, I need to get more work done. If you're still napping in a few hours, maybe I'll join you then."
"I'll hold you to that." He pecks Cas' lips once more before crawling up onto the bed and sprawling out after a fight with the sheets. By the time Cas peels himself off the floor and gets his pajamas bottoms back on, Dean's out cold. He stays that way for two hours while Cas works his way through two-thirds of the paper. Thankfully, it isn't as difficult as the German one had been, and he had already finished the research for it during the week. He stands to stretch and decides taking a nap wouldn't hurt. He suspects Dean might be a bad influence on him, but somehow doesn't care.
He shoves Dean over just a little to crawl into bed with him, and Dean pulls him in like an octopus with prey. It doesn't take him long to fall into sleep himself. They stay that way for another two hours before Avery wakes them with a banging knock and a yell that they need to stop fucking so they can watch the Buffy marathon with her. Neither appreciates the wake-up, but Dean soon finds his way to the living room for some vampire slayage, and Cas finishes his paper without further distractions.
The week after Dean returns from his latest visit to Cas is tense to say the least. Announcing that he was taking a weekend to visit Cas after the close of their latest case hadn't ended in the fight he'd been expecting, but there had been a lot of glaring and back-handed remarks about his target shooting. Getting to spend an entire weekend with Cas had been worth it, but the silent treatment he was getting was making it difficult to work the haunting case he'd found in Minnesota.
The house was known to be haunted. Dean had seen the name in passing a few times, but had always been busy with other things to check out the details. An article in the Star Tribune had caught Dean's attention, and he did some digging. Three of the last five owners and their families were dead, the dads coming after their wives and kids before taking themselves out. All had reported strange occurrences in the house. All had been considered normal, happy, apple-pie families before the deaths. The house had been vacant for almost a decade after the last murder, but a new family had just moved in the week before. An awkward conversation at the screen door had informed Dean that this new family, the Morgans, were experiencing weird phenomena, too, although the six-year-old he'd spoken to had said it was 'cool' when the kitchen table lifted three feet off the ground in the middle of dinner. His mother had been horrified when she'd discovered the little boy talking to Dean. She hadn't taken his story about just wanting to greet the new neighbors very well, either.
From the pattern of the previous murders, they only had a few weeks to figure this out before Daddy Morgan took up a butcher knife in the middle of the night. Dean and John had done more digging and found an old article from the '50s about a George Flint, who'd lived in the house with his wife and twin boys. One night in 1957, he'd gotten the butcher knife from the pantry and stabbed his two boys in their beds before going to his own bedroom and stabbing his wife in the heart. A neighbor had found him in bed with her the next morning, his wrists slit and the knife laying on the bedside table. The police thought he'd caught his wife cheating and killed the family in a fit of rage.
"It says here the dude was cremated, but there has to be something he's still tied to, right?" Dean insists, holding up Flint's obit.
John huffs and snatches the print-out from him, reading it over quickly. "The house," is all he says, standing and grabbing his coat.
Dean follow quickly behind, pulling his own jacket on as he goes. "We can't burn the house down, Dad. The Morgans have already moved in. What are we gonna say to them? 'We're very sorry to do this, but your house is haunted, and the only way we can stop the ghost from killing you is to burn it down'? That'll go over real well."
John doesn't say anything, but he glares when Dean gets into the passenger side of his truck. Dean doesn't need a verbal warning to know he needs to shut his mouth before it gets punched. He checks his shotgun over while they drive, trying to make logic out of the idea that burning down a house is an acceptable solution to the problem. He doesn't come up with anything. All he can hope is that the plan isn't really to burn down the whole house.
When they get there, the lights are off and both cars are in the driveway. They can't burn it down, no way, not with two parents and three kids under seven sleeping inside. He looks to his dad, who's staring at the shed behind the house with purpose. He exits the car, and Dean scrambles after him, still not sure what the plan is. John stalks towards the woodshed, pumping his shotgun as he walks. Just as he approaches, the transparent figure of a man, half his head blown off, appears in front of John. The ghost snarls, revealing a ragged mouth of snaggle teeth. Nasty, Dean thinks. He pumps his own shotgun, aiming it at the ghost's chest, but the ghost is flickering out of sight before he can get his shot off, and he's right in front of Dean a second later.
Dean doesn't have time to understand what's happening before he's being hurled against the side of the house and bright white pain explodes in his head. He doesn't remember hitting the ground.