Supernatural fic
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serafina20I know this is obvious, but it is so hard to write fics with OFCs and not make them Mary Sues. And then, because I am me, it is very hard to write any fic ever and not turn it into a fucking series as this one wants to do.
*grrr*
I just hope I have an audience once it's done.
"So, what do you think?" Dean asked once they were away from Rachel's and driving towards their hotel. She'd offered to let them crash at her place until they solved this thing and since they were always scrambling for cash, Sam had immediately taken her up on it.
"Of what? Her or the ghost?" Sam replied. He was flipping through Dad's journal, looking for any idea of how to get rid of a soul trapped in a picture. So far, there was nothing.
"The ghost's easy. We'll just burn the picture. No ghost, no picture."
"Yeah, because that worked so well with Mary. Once mirror was gone, we had a hella pissed of manifestation, don't forget."
"Yeah, well, we got rid of her easy."
Sam looked at his brother in disbelief.
Dean glanced at him. "What?"
"We got lucky, dude. I mean, you think fast on your feet and all, but lets try and go into this a little more prepared."
"Asshole," Dean muttered.
"What?"
Dean just shook his head. "Rachel's probably got some information in one of those magazines or something. After we check outta the motel, we can head back and look. But I want to be back at the inn before nightfall, whether or not she's up."
Sam closed the journal. "What have you got against her? Usually you're all over a pretty girl. Hell, you were flirting with her when she showed us around yesterday."
"I don't have anything against her."
"Like hell you don't."
"What, just because I don't have a hard-on for some girl, you automatically assume I hate her? Do you really think I'm that cheap?"
Sam grinned. "One, yeah, you really are that cheap. Two, I didn't say you hated her, just that you've been really hostile since we found her."
"I don't appreciate having to rescue the asses of dumbass civilians, no matter how nice those asses might be. I still maintain that if we hadn't had to worry about her, we'd've cracked this case wide open already."
"She was sort of right, you know. It wasn't like we walked in on the ghost killing her. She'd gotten away and was reloading."
"And screaming and sobbing."
He grinned again and said, "Your soft spot is showing, bro."
Dean punched him in the arm. "No. Dad taught me to always be a gentleman." He turned into the motel parking. "It's the best way to get into a girl's pants."
"You are such a dick."
But Dean just gave him that sweet smile he was so good at and parked the car. "Look, I will admit that she had the equipment. Not only was that gun loaded correctly, but this? Is a sweet EMF." He held out the small meter that Rachel had dropped at the inn.
"You are going to give that back, right?"
Rolling his eyes, Dean climbed out of the car. "Yes, I'm giving it back. I forgot to take it out of my pocket while we were at her place, that's all. Anyway, as I was saying, she's not completely hopeless, but she's a little too... academic if you ask me. What she needs is to get out in the world for a bit and see what it's like. Hiding behind books and crap ain't really doing anyone any good."
"It's not really our call, is it? It's what her family does. I'm sure she could take issue with the way our family works, too," Sam pointed out.
He could tell Dean wanted to take issue with the statement, but wasn't sure how. Because, yes, part of the comment had been motivated by Sam's usual bitterness, but, at the same time, he was just pointing out the facts.
Truthfully, though, Sam sort of agreed with his brother. Research was all fine and good, but there was something to be said about the practical said, too. Rachel knew about ghosts and ghost hunting, but that didn't' stop her from freaking the moment she'd been faced with one.
"Why England, do you think?"
"Honestly Sammy," Dean said, his hand on the door to the room, "I don't give a horse's ass. Now let's get our crap, get back to her place, and put this thing to rest."
*grrr*
I just hope I have an audience once it's done.
"So, what do you think?" Dean asked once they were away from Rachel's and driving towards their hotel. She'd offered to let them crash at her place until they solved this thing and since they were always scrambling for cash, Sam had immediately taken her up on it.
"Of what? Her or the ghost?" Sam replied. He was flipping through Dad's journal, looking for any idea of how to get rid of a soul trapped in a picture. So far, there was nothing.
"The ghost's easy. We'll just burn the picture. No ghost, no picture."
"Yeah, because that worked so well with Mary. Once mirror was gone, we had a hella pissed of manifestation, don't forget."
"Yeah, well, we got rid of her easy."
Sam looked at his brother in disbelief.
Dean glanced at him. "What?"
"We got lucky, dude. I mean, you think fast on your feet and all, but lets try and go into this a little more prepared."
"Asshole," Dean muttered.
"What?"
Dean just shook his head. "Rachel's probably got some information in one of those magazines or something. After we check outta the motel, we can head back and look. But I want to be back at the inn before nightfall, whether or not she's up."
Sam closed the journal. "What have you got against her? Usually you're all over a pretty girl. Hell, you were flirting with her when she showed us around yesterday."
"I don't have anything against her."
"Like hell you don't."
"What, just because I don't have a hard-on for some girl, you automatically assume I hate her? Do you really think I'm that cheap?"
Sam grinned. "One, yeah, you really are that cheap. Two, I didn't say you hated her, just that you've been really hostile since we found her."
"I don't appreciate having to rescue the asses of dumbass civilians, no matter how nice those asses might be. I still maintain that if we hadn't had to worry about her, we'd've cracked this case wide open already."
"She was sort of right, you know. It wasn't like we walked in on the ghost killing her. She'd gotten away and was reloading."
"And screaming and sobbing."
He grinned again and said, "Your soft spot is showing, bro."
Dean punched him in the arm. "No. Dad taught me to always be a gentleman." He turned into the motel parking. "It's the best way to get into a girl's pants."
"You are such a dick."
But Dean just gave him that sweet smile he was so good at and parked the car. "Look, I will admit that she had the equipment. Not only was that gun loaded correctly, but this? Is a sweet EMF." He held out the small meter that Rachel had dropped at the inn.
"You are going to give that back, right?"
Rolling his eyes, Dean climbed out of the car. "Yes, I'm giving it back. I forgot to take it out of my pocket while we were at her place, that's all. Anyway, as I was saying, she's not completely hopeless, but she's a little too... academic if you ask me. What she needs is to get out in the world for a bit and see what it's like. Hiding behind books and crap ain't really doing anyone any good."
"It's not really our call, is it? It's what her family does. I'm sure she could take issue with the way our family works, too," Sam pointed out.
He could tell Dean wanted to take issue with the statement, but wasn't sure how. Because, yes, part of the comment had been motivated by Sam's usual bitterness, but, at the same time, he was just pointing out the facts.
Truthfully, though, Sam sort of agreed with his brother. Research was all fine and good, but there was something to be said about the practical said, too. Rachel knew about ghosts and ghost hunting, but that didn't' stop her from freaking the moment she'd been faced with one.
"Why England, do you think?"
"Honestly Sammy," Dean said, his hand on the door to the room, "I don't give a horse's ass. Now let's get our crap, get back to her place, and put this thing to rest."
