Endless Epitaph

The Players : Dean and Sam Winchester, Anyone in the area
Where : Salem, Mass.
When : February 1, 2009.
Rating : PG13
Notes : Dean and Sam just finished working a haunting in a nearby town. Time to move on to another town.

The brothers had stuck around Salem to make sure that the ghosts haunting the old reform school. It had been two days and all was clear. No more demonic spirits or regular spirits haunting that place.

Sam and Dean are packing their bags.

"So, where we headed to next," Dean asked.

"Decatur, Illinois. Over the last month three people were killed by a mysterious flying creature."

"Flying demon huh? Like Jeepers Creepers," Dean asked.

"I don't know. Maybe. Also gives us a chance to check out the Lincoln Theater."

"Oh yeah....isnt that one of the haunted theaters? One-Armed Red I think is the name of one them."

"So, the stories say. As for this creature, I'm not sure what we're going to be up against. It doesn't sound like anything we've come across."

"Well, with Lilith and her games and the Apocalypse beating down our back door, I think we might be seeing a lot of things we've never come across before," Dean said with a shrug.

Dean pulls out his cell phone and checks something on it.

"What," Sam asked.

"Nothing. After we handle the job, we'll head to Chicago. That's where Bobby said that antique shop is right? The one that can store the card?"

"Yeah. So, no calls?"

Dean shook his head and pocketed his phone. "Let's go Sammy," he zips up his bag. "New monster to kill."

After loading up the Impala, the car roared down the road to the next town.

The Players : Dean and Sam Winchester, Anyone in the area
Where : Salem, Mass.
When : January 30, 2009.
Rating : PG13 – R for language maybe.
Notes : Dean and Sam just finished working a haunting in a nearby town. They're eating before heading to their next destination.

Sam and Dean walked into the cafe clearly exhausted. The duo had spent all night in a haunted building that once served as a reform school in the early 1900s.

"Dean, promise me no more evil spirits for at least a couple months," Sam said as the two headed for a booth in the back of the cafe.

"Oh, you're just upset cause that she-ghost possessed you for a minute. But that guy...what was his name again?"

"Jarod Barker. How many times did he toss you around the room when he locked me out?"

"Enough," Dean said rubbing his shoulder. "Almost took my shoulder out its socket."

"Well, he wont be hurting anyone else. So, where we off to next?"

"Don't know. Was thinking of taking a couple days off. I mean we've earned it after the last couple weeks. Lilith's still in hiding, so I say a couple days wouldn't hurt us."

Sam gave Dean a weird look.

"What?"

"Dude, you never want to take time off...You're not happy unless your hunting. You go crazy if we don't have something keeping us busy."

"Yeah, well things change Sam."

Dean's time in Hell and being brought back by angels to save the world and hunting non-stop was starting to take its toll on him. He just wanted a small break.

"Anything look good," Dean asked trying to change the subject.

"They got apple pie."

"Love me some pie," Dean said with a grin.