*feels a slight breeze in the wind, jams out to Halloween music while dancing with a pumpkin on my head*

THE HAUNTING SEASON IS AMONG US MY FRIENDS~~!!!!!!

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Episode: Season 2 Episode 20

Part: 1

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~

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"Dad wants us to pick up where he left off, you know, saving people, hunting things. The family business."

"Good night love."

"Hey Dean."

"Daddy!"

"Hey buddy."

"Sammy!"

"Mary!"

"Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

"So here's to Sam and his awesome LAST victory."

"What would I do without you?"

"Crash and burn."

"No!"

"I'm not going to just ditch the job!"

"Screw the job, man. I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid. We don't get thanked. Only thing we get is bad luck."

~Now~

Dean was driving the Impala, which had new plates((The place I sadly have to call home....Ohio...)) as his phone rang, he answered it. "Yeah?"

"There's a cop car outside." Sam said.

"You think it's for us?"

"I don't know."

"I don't see how. I mean we ditched the plates, the credit cards."

~At the motel~

The cop car drove away.

"They're leaving. False alarm." Sam breathed out in relief.

"Well, see. Nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, being fugitives? Frigging dance party."

"It's not that bad Sam. At least you don't have Hell and Heaven trying to track you down as ow humans are now tracking me down." The demon said.

"That's true. Could be worse."

~Factory~

As Dean hung up on his brother, he pulled up to a old factory. He walked in, flashlight in hand, swinging open a creaky door. Dean walked through that looked to be an abandoned office, with a typewriter, file cabinets, etc. There was a dripping water in the distance.

Dean looked back and forth a few times, and then started walking back the same direction he came from but this time in a hall. On his right were old things. Suddenly he got attacked, the thing pinning him against the window wall. Dean dropped the flashlight and the djinn slams his right hand up against a wall, forcing him to drop his knife. It opened its left hand, which glowed blue, as its eyes glowed. It put its hand on Dean's forehead and his eyes rolled up, and took a faint blue hue.

~In a bedroom at night~

Dean woke up, bare-chested, and wearing a necklace that was not the amulet. He sees a woman lying down next to him. He got up and got dressed, walking through the dark apartment.

He called Sam.

"Dean?"

"Sam?"

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. I don't know where I am."

"What? What happened?"

"Well, the uh, the Djinn. It attacked me."

"The gin? You're...drinking gin?"

"No, asshat. The Djinn. The...scary creature. Remember? It put its hand on me and then I woke up....next to some hot chick."

"Who?" Sam laughed. "Camren?"

"Who?"

"Dean, you're drunk. You're drunk-dialing me."

"I am not drunk. Quit screwing around!"

"Look, it's late. All right, just get some sleep and, um, I'll see you tomorrow. Ok?"

"Wait, Sam! Sam!" But he had already hung up. Dean put his phone in his pocket, frustrated, and looked around. He saw an envelope, picked it up and looked at the address.

"Lawrence?" Next two were addressed to Dean, same address as Carmen's.

"What the hell?"

"Honey? What are you doing up?"

"Hey. Carmen. Carmen, uh, I just uh..."

"Aw, you can't sleep, huh?"

"Yeah, heh heh."

"Well, why don't you come back to bed and lets see if I can do anything to help."

"Sure. Yeah. In a minute. You, you, you go ahead."

"Ok, don't stay up too long." She smiled and kissed him warmly.

Dean went to the bookshelf, seeing a photo of Carmen and another of the two hugging. He turned to see something else shocking. He turned and left the room.

~Later~

Dean was banging on the door of a house. He rung the bell two times as well. The porch light tured on and the door opens to reveal:

"Dean."

He just stared at the woman for a few seconds, not believing his eyes. His voice broken when he talks, on the verge of tears.

"Mom?"

"What are you doing here? Are you all right?"

"I don't know."

"Well....come inside."

Dean walked in and Mary closed the door. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Carmen just called and said you just...took off all of a sudden."

"Carmen? Right....Let me ask you a question. When I was a kid, what did you always tell me when you pout me to bed."

"Dean, I don't understand-"

"Just answer the question."

"I told you angels were watching over you." She said.

He walked over and hugged her tightly.

"Honey, you're scaring me." Dean backed off. "Now just tell me what's going on."

"You don't think that wishes can, can really..."

"What?"

"Forget it." He hugged her again. "Forget it. I'm just uh...I'm happy to see you, that's all."

He almost cries, but pulls it together and releases the hug, looking down at his mother.

"You're beautiful." He laughed a little.

"What?" She smiled.

"Hey, when I was uh....When I was young was there ever a fire here?" He asked, walking over to the wall, looking at the books and pictures.

"No. Never."

"I thought there was."

There was a picture of John and Mary smiling with the two brothers.

"I guess I was wrong."

There were pictures of Sam and Dean. Then there was a picture of John, dressed in baseball clothes with a cap and a baseball bat in his hand, ready to swing, smiling at the camera.

"Dad's on a softball team." He turns around to see Mary looking at him seriously. "Dad's....Dad's softball team. It's....That's funny to me."

"He loved that stupid team."

"Dad's dead? And the thing that killed him was a....."

"A stroke. He died in his sleep. You know that."

"That's great."

"Excuse me?"

"That...That's great That he went peacefully, I mean. It sure beats the alternative."

"You've been drinking." Mary said suddenly.

"No, I haven't mom."

"I'm just gonna call Carmen and have her come pick up, ok?"

"Wait. No, no!" He put his hand over hers. "Don't, don't do that. Don't do that. I wanna stay here."

"Why?"

"Because, I-I miss the place. It's okay, you-you go to bed. Okay?"

He went over to the couch and sat down, and looked around a bit. Mary walked up to him and stroked his face tenderly.

"Are you sure you're all right?"

"I think so."

"Okay." She bent down and kisses his forehead, like all mothers do. She started to walk out of the room, but stopped at the door. "Get some rest. I love you."

"Me too."

She smiled and then goes to bed. Dean stayed on the couch, looking around.