The Universe's Mixer

Dean was covered in dirt, and there were a few cuts here and there. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't easy. It would have been easier with his brother around, or Bobby, anyone. But, he could do this sort of thing on his own; he'd done it many times alone after all.

He didn't know how he got to the park from the cemetery, but he'd gotten there all the same. The smell of hot dogs after taking down a nasty ghost helped to distract him from the aches and pains of real ghostbusting. It wasn't like he had a proton pack and a cage. He had to fight the damn ghost, dig up the remains, salt them, burn them, and who knew what else.

Dean settled in line and did his best to ignore what he saw. He did not see a purple dragon fly off with some grey haired type.