𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣

Hook man part 2

"Get this— the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident, had it replaced with a silver hook." Dean said.

"Look where all this happened." Sam said.

"9 mile road."

"Same place where the frat boy was killed." Sam added.

Dean smirked.

"Nice job, Dr. Venkman." He said. "Let's check it out."

~~~

Dean parked the impala and cut the engine. He and Sam unbuckled, dean turned to Ali.

"You're staying here." He told her.

"No, I wan go!"

"No, Ali. Now, hang tight." Dean said then got out along with Sam.

They closed their doors and walked around to the trunk. They opened it, and the Arsenal.

"Here you go." Dean handed Sam a shotgun.

"If it is a spirit, buckshot won't do much good." Sam said.

"Yeah. Rock salt." Dean said handing Sam some ammo.

"Hmm. Salt being a spirit deterrent." Sam said.

"Yeah. It won't kill 'em, but it'll slow 'em down." Dean closed the trunk along with the arsenal.

"That's pretty good. You and dad think of this?" Sam asked.

"I told you, you don't have to be a college graduate to be a genius." Dean told him.

They walked in front of the impala, but stopped when they heard wood creaking.

"Over there, over there." Dean whispered to Sam who pointed the shotgun in that direction.

They then heard footsteps approching.

"Put the gun down now! Now!" An officer came out of the trees.

Sam and Dean raised their hands.

"Hands behind your head!" The officer yelled.

"Wait, wait, wait! Okay, okay." Dean put the duffel bag on the ground as he was getting on the ground.

"Get down on your knees! Come on, do it!" The officer kept his gun on them.

Ali slid down in her car seat as much as she could.

Sam and Dean were up on their knees with their hands raised, they moved them behind their heads.

"Get down on your bellies. Come on, do it." The cop demanded.

The boys obeyed.

"He had the gun." Dean whined.

~~~

Dean and Sam came out of the police station.