Chapter 8- So That's What Special Means

After spending the remainder of the night etching seven pointed stars into bullets the brothers were exhausted, they decided there was no point in visiting the park during the day so for once they slept in. When they awoke they packed everything in the car and headed to a little diner down the road for some grub. "So you think this will really work, these stars etched on the bullets?" Dean asked around a mouthful of pie.

"It's the only thing we've got to go on." Sam stated from behind his laptop. "Nothing else online even mentions how to bring one down, unless we decide to go the moonshine route."

"Hey I will always choose the route that contains some fine alcohol! Lord knows I could use a couple shots right now, this chaffing is killing me!" Dean said while very unceremoniously pulling at his jeans.

"If you woulda let Cas dry your clothes like he offered you wouldn't be chaffing. Speaking of, where is Cas?" Sam asked noticing for the first time that their angel sidekick is missing.

"You've just now realized he's not here?" Dean asked incredulously.

Sam shrugged his shoulders, "Well he ghosts out on us all the time, kinda grow used to him being here one second and gone the next."

Dean just rolled his eyes, "I sent him to the park to stand guard at the mystery mine in case that snally-whatever decides to change hiding spots on us. I also had Dolly close down that ride for the day due to 'maintenance issues'."

Sam looked at his older brother impressed at his initiative. "Well that sounds like a solid plan Dean."

"Don't act so surprised, I have good ideas too every now and again. Plus I needed to get Cas outta my hair, he's been kinda sulking around now that he's figured out what Dolly means when she calls him special."

Sam snorted into his coffee and pulled a napkin up to his face. "She has been petting him a lot hasn't she?" at this both men broke out into hysterics gaining them many odd glances throughout the restaurant.

"You know what, let's go be tourists today. Cas has the ride on watch; nothing will happen until later tonight let's just enjoy ourselves." Dean said giving his brother a hopeful look.

"Didn't we enjoy ourselves yesterday?" He asked in return

"Oh you mean where you spent over half the day being a negative Nancy, yea I'll just catalog that into my memories as best day ever." Dean shot back.

"Fine, what do you want to do?" Sam replied while closing his laptop.

Dean just stared at his little brother wide eyed, "Seriously? We can actually just cut loose today?"

"Sure, everything is in place for tonight, we'll get back before nightfall make sure no one gets taken, gank the thing and go home back to all the crap waiting for us at home. So what do you want to do?"

Dean stood up and pulled his brother into a quick one armed hug pulling away before a full blown chick flick moment could happen. "Follow me."

As it turns out Dean had a lot that he wanted to do, first they rode go carts, and then they played laser tag, sang some Kansas at a karaoke bar, and ate some questionable sidewalk vendor food. They were just walking out of a place called 'Knife Works' when they decided it was time to head back to the park. "You know you didn't have to be so rude to that store clerk right? He was just a teenager." Sam said to his disgruntled brother.

"Those 'survivalist' knifes are pieces of crap Sammy! Who needs a neon green 'zombie' blade? What is that cheap bit of metal gonna hurt? A Girl scout could probably freakin' whittle a knife better than those in there." Dean replied while looking back at the building in disgust.

"Yea I get that Dean, but those knifes are for normal people with normal needs for one. Not like they're gonna go out and kill any demons with them. And that kid doesn't make the knives, he just sells them, I think you nearly made him piss himself with your attitude you gave him."

Dean just started laughing, "I know I almost couldn't keep a straight face when he started whimpering for his manager. Ah, just another place on our list that we're banned from." He gained his composure and got into the waiting impala, "Well, ready to head back and gank this hillbilly monster?" he said as Sam climbed in passenger side.

"Ready as I'll ever be I guess." He replied.

The boys pulled back into the park once the sun was getting ready to set and were unsurprisingly alone on the trolley. "You boys just comin' for the fireworks then?" the very magnificently mustached conductor asked them.

"Yea we like us some fireworks." Dean grunted in return.

"Must be season pass holders then, I couldn't see payin' so much for some lousy fireworks." The conductor said shaking his head.

The brothers thanked him for the lift and exited, flashing their VIP cards to the ticket booth attendee and making a bee line for where Dean had sent Cas to stand guard. And from the puffy red sun burnt skin of Cas' face it was obvious he hadn't moved an inch from staring up to the entrance of the ride all day. "Cas man, when I said to stand guard I didn't mean you had to literally just stand guard all day." Dean said while rubbing his hands through his hair out of frustration.

Castiel just tilted his head in his trademark way, "I did not want to miss anything." He stated.

"Yea well now you look like an over ripe tomato that no one in their right mind would eat." Dean snapped back.

Cas squinted his eyes and touched his forehead with hesitant fingers, "I was wondering why my face was hurting, what is this?"

"It's a sunburn Cas, you can't stand in direct sunlight all day, human skin doesn't work that way." Sam offered while patting the angel on the shoulder.

Cas nodded and then closed his eyes, a moment later his face started to glow before it returned to its normal pale color. He nodded, "That feels much better." While offering up his goofy grin to the two men before him.

Dean just rolled his eyes before he threw the duffle full of guns and ammo into the angels' chest and muttered for the two to follow him. They walked up the stairs to the entrance of the ride, Dean unzipped the duffle after he jerked it out of Cas' hands, and started passing around guns. "And now we wait." He said while slouching down into one of the rides seats.

Once the night had engulfed the park and the sounds of fireworks could be heard in the distance the boys were stationed around the ride waiting for the monster to make its appearance. Then they heard the train whistle, which through further research earlier that day they discovered was the Snallygasters' hunting call. All three men had their guns trained to the sky around them, when suddenly the sky was filled by the monsters wings. Gunshots rang out and an earsplitting cry filled the air. But the beast flew on, with a little more gusto than it previously had.

"Damnit!" Dean cried chasing after the winged creature. "Shoot it more! Ask questions later!" He called to the men running behind him. Every clear shot they got, they took.

The Snallygaster fell out of the air twice, but only for a few seconds before it took off again. Sam caught up to his brother who was doubled over, hands resting on his knees, trying to catch his breath. "So star bullets not working then?" Sam gasped out.

"Nah, I think their hurting him, just not enough and look" he pointed to the ground where flattened bullets littered the ground here and there "Seems like its hide is pretty thick, there's blood on them so their making contact but that leathery skin is just pushing them right back out." Dean said while holding up one of the damaged blood covered bullets.

"So what now?" Sam asked looking to the sky.

"Cas? Any ideas?" Dean asked looking over to the angel who had strolled ahead of the brothers.

"Well I have an idea, it may not be the best idea, but it's all we've got." Cas said while looking back to Dean with an odd look in his eyes.