Lighter"Easy. Just touch the match to the corpse. The spirit will be at peace then, job done" John Winchester said to his son who was looking on with curious green eyes.
His son's name was Dean, the oldest of two. His brother was named Sam, a couple years younger and at home with a family friend, Bobby
"That’s it?" Dean asked, holding the match and looking down at the salted bones
"Yes" John replied simply
"Okay…" Dean muttered not completely believing it was so easy to kill a spirit
He dropped the burning match in to the dirt coffin, the gasoline igniting instantly and burning the bones slowly.
Dean grinned up at his father who ruffled his hair and chuckled softly
"Good work dean, that was your first hunt completed" he bent down onto one knee, looking his son in the eye
"You’ll make a great hunter one day, boy. Even better than your old man"
"No one will be better then you, dad!" cried Dean as they started to walk towards Johns old truck
"You’re the best hunter there
Fireworks: A SuperWhoLock Fic
Sherlock and John had just recently moved into a flat together. Most people thought they were too young to have left home yet, being only sixteen, but Sherlock Holmes and John Watson weren’t normal teenagers.
"Sherlock?" John said as he opened Sherlock's door and peered around it
"Obviously, John. This is my room" Sherlock replied in a bored tone. "Can you pass me my phone?"
John opened his mouth to reply, probably angrily, when Sherlock shushed him and quickly got up, striding towards his window.
"What is it?" John whispered as Sherlock opened his window and leaned over the sill. John hurried over when Sherlock didn't reply, squishing his small body between Sherlock and the window frame.
Beneath the window was an overhang, stretching about a meter over an empty alley way. Meeting it half way was another over hang. They didn’t quite line up, but it still would have been easy to walk across. Another window was situated above the over hand as well, that currently had three bo
Hunters chap 4: Returnthree years later...
I heard screaming coming from somewhere to my right, and I changed course at the exact same time as the others. I swore under my breath. I knew we were to late. I heard the others soft footsteps, quite on the soft dirt. I saw a small pile of fallen trees and as one, the girls stepped behind thick trunks. We all knew we were to late to save the woman a banshee had dragged in here, but there was still the banshee to take care of. I gave a hand signal to Steph, and she nodded and did the same to who was under the next tree, making sure everyone got the message: subdue it, don't kill it. The forest around us was silent, not a single bird call or flitter of leafs. Then from the trees the banshee was in came a pitiful cry and silent pleas for help, the sounds of the woman dying. Or was supposed to be anyway. I knew none of the girls would fall for it, but I still held my hand up signalling them to stay put. We all knew it was the banshee trying to lure us in.