The Curse of the Garnet Ring [On Hiatus Indefinitely]

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

I held my notepad in my hand and tried to remember the first cool phrase that I had heard coming out from the Winchesters’ mouths. ‘Oh that’s right,’ I thought to myself as I wrote down-

1.    Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole

It had been one of the first snappy one liners that I had heard Dean use, and I wrote his name next to the phrase. I had decided some time ago that drawing the yellow eyed creature’s face in my sketch pad again and again couldn’t be considered healthy, so instead I had decided to note down all the funny phrases or smart one liners that I could catch from Sam and Dean.

 I had realised that I could use them on other people and also flip through the notepad later for laughs. I suddenly remembered another one-

2.    What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?

Hey, saved your ass!

I smiled satisfied at the collection so far and decided to keep it handy so that I’d be able to make a quick note when Sam or Dean made a smartass comment. I wrote down another little something that I’d heard them use-

3.    Jerk

Bitch

So there I was right now, with Sam and Dean, and we’d just talked to the only victim who had survived the attack of this creature. All that we knew about it so far was that it was so fast that it could barely be caught in those three frames of the video Sam had shown us earlier and, judging by those claw marks that the victim had down his shoulder, it had sharp claws.

The victim had said that this thing in the woods had been evil, something like a demon.

“Spirits and Demons don’t have to unlock doors. They just go through the walls,” Dean said as we walked through the corridor.

“So it’s probably something else, something corporeal,” Sam said, seriously.

“Corporeal? Excuse me professor,” Dean smirked at Sam.

“Shuddup,” Sam replied, slightly annoyed and that right there was my queue to take out my note pad.

4.    So it’s probably something else….something corporeal.

Corporeal? Excuse me professor!

“Hey what are you doing?” Dean suddenly asked, looking at my notepad with interest.

“Nothing,” I said, quickly putting my notepad back into my jacket pocket.

“So, what do you think?” Sam asked Dean, wanting to continue their discussion.

“Well, if it’s corporeal that means that we can kill it,” Dean said, and I took my notepad out in a flash again to write that last line in continuation with the previous part.

Well if it’s corporeal, that means that we can kill it.

As Sam and Dean chose the weapons they wanted to carry with them on the hunt, I stood patiently next to them waiting for either of them to pass me a weapon. But they just closed the trunk without even glancing my way.

“Hey, what about me?” I asked putting my hands up in the air.

“You should just thank us for letting you come along,” Dean said, “I ain’t gonna take any chances by handing you a weapon this time. You might end up shooting one of us instead.”

I narrowed my eyes at Dean. We had had a really huge argument about whether I was going to be a part of this hunt or not, but I hadn’t taken no as an answer from either of them. “Oh come on, I’m not good, but I’m not that bad.”

“Oh alright, why don’t you hold this,” Dean handed me his bag of m&ms.

“Thanks a lot,” I mumbled, angrily trudging along with them, “I don’t even like m&ms.”

 “It’s not that bad,” Sam tried to tell me with a grin, “Maybe you can hit that creature with a few m&ms as a distraction or if you use the whole bag, maybe you can knock it unconscious.”

“Oh yeah, that’s a great idea,” I muttered, glaring at him, “Or maybe I’ll just shove the whole bag into the creature’s mouth and it might die because of choking or indigestion or something.”

“See, I told you,” Dean said laughing, “A bag of m&ms is quite a useful weapon.”

“Yay, I’m saved,” I replied dryly as Sam and Dean continued laughing.

“Sam you better start teaching me how to handle the damn weapons as soon as we’re done with this hunt,” I warned him before joining the rest of the group.