Another Hunt Over

"Really good." Joanna answered Sam. "A bunch of them should be checking out in a few days." I felt myself relax because that meant this thing was done hurting innocent children. "Dr. Travis says the wards going to be like a ghost town."

I looked confused, who was this doctor supposed to be? "Dr. Travis?" Sam asked before I could. "What about Dr. Heidacker?"

"Or, he wasn't in today." Joanna just realized, still high off the thoughts of her youngest son's bettering health. "Must've been sick or something."

I smirked, "Yeah, I'm sure that must've been it."

"Exactly, what else could it be." Dean shared my smirk with his own.

Joanna turned to her eldest son. "So did anything happened while I was gone?"

I felt panic for a moment, we hadn't thought to coach Michael on what to say if anybody asked. Michael glanced up to the three of us and was apparently smarter than I gave credit for. Michael smiled up at his mom and said casually, "Nah, same old stuff."

"Right, nothing exciting." I muttered sarcastically, letting out the breath I was holding.

"Ok." Joanna accepted it without question and without a clue of what really went on last night. "You can go see Ash if you want to." She couldn't even finish her sentence before Michael was racing for the car, practically diving into his seat. Joanna laughed, turning to us, "I better get going before he hot wires the car and drives himself." I could actually show him how to do that if he really needed, I thought as the mother and son drove off to reunite with they're youngest.

With another case finished and completed, we headed back to the car, our work in this town over with. "It's too bad." Sam said when we reached the car, just before we could open our doors and get in.

"Oh, they'll be fine." Dean said dismissively.

"They got each other after all." I said quietly. It must be nice, being a kid and having a real family to come home to.

"That's not what I meant." Sam corrected. "I meant Michael." And that was when I knew exactly what he was talking about. "He'll always know there are things out there in the dark, he'll never be the same." There was a sudden long pause as we spent a moment in silence, mourning the loss of a little boy's innocence. "I wish I could have that kinda innocence." He wasn't the only one who wished he could, my own innocent was gone years before Sam would realize his was.

Dean slowly said, "If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could to." His gaze drifted over to me, "Both of you." The three of us shared a look before we left town, once again in silence.

Miles away and late at night, a couple wearing their fanciest clothes were standing in they're living room smiling. The man was adjusting an old picture of a family that lived a century ago onto his wall. The woman burst into giggles as she watched her husband work. "I can't believe we actually bought this thing."

The man backed away to make sure the portrait was even. "There's a reason charity auctions have an open bar." The man smirked.

The two took a moment to stare at it before the woman clutched onto her husband's arm. "Don't you think, I don't know...it's a little creepy?"

The man stepped behind her, grinning as he unzipped the back of her dress. He whispered into her ear, "It's okay, I'll keep you safe."

The woman burst into giggles, "Maybe you're the one I oughta be scared of?" She tilted her head up so she could kiss him deeply. "Let's go upstairs." She suggested when they finally pulled apart.

The man smiled pleased, "Give me two minutes to lock up." The woman gave her husband a lingering kiss of desire. He pinched her ass and she squealed before running upstairs to they're room. Nobody noticed the eyes of the father in the painting literally moved to follow her up the stairs. The man started putting in the security code for the alarm, not realizing now the father in the painting had now moved his head to watch. He also never noticed the shadow of a figure heading up the stairs behind him and towards his unexpected wife.

In her bedroom, the woman had just dropped her dress. "If you don't hurry up, I'm gonna start without you!" She called as a shadow appeared in the doorway. Although the widows were closed, a sudden burst of wind blew out the candle on her dresser.

Meanwhile, the man was just coming upstairs, undoing the buckles on his pants at the same time. "Babe get the lights, I can't see a thing." He pulled off his shirt before climbing on the bed. "You spill something?" The man asked when he felt something warm and sticky. He turned on the bedside lamp and looked in horror, his hand was covered in blood. And his wife was laying across the bed in her under garments, herself slashed open with her dead eyes staring up at the ceiling. He fell backwards screaming, scooting back until he hit the wall behind him. He screamed again as a shadow appeared before him.

At a bar elsewhere in the United States, I walked up behind Dean flirting with let another dark hair girl. Sam was sitting at a nearby table with our latest hunt find spread across the table. I grabbed Dean's arm, smiling cheaply at the annoyed brunette. "Sorry hon, he can't give you what you want. He can't exactly, 'get it up' anymore." The woman looked disgusted and quickly stormed off into the crowd.

"What the hell was that?" Dean demanded angrily as I dragged him over to the table.

"Me getting back at least twenty four years of little sister torment."

"So what were we today, Dean?" Sam asked as we reached the table. "Were we rock stars or army Rangers?"