*Writers note: Please read chapter one before reading this, it wont make much sense otherwise~ Gracias *
Chapter 2 - Trick or Treat
Trudging out of the can and leaving it as it was, he began picking all the dirt from his jacket. The glass had smashed in his hand when he had fallen, staining him with the crimson liquid that was tainted with the dirt from the fall. He winced slightly, feeling a burning sensation in his hand. That was the least of his concerns; he had to silence his baby, the impala, from crying.
Walking over to it he slid into the passenger’s seat, leaning under the dashboard to see if there was a loose wire that had set the alarm off. No loose wires in sight. He had to resort to pulling out the alarm wire completely, which pained him inside; knowing that his car was venerable. He looked into the back seat and saw no bottles. Not even one. The whole venture had been pointless but he knew that he always had at least one reserve bottle, but where was it?
He grabbed the large duffle bag from the back passenger’s seat, getting out and opening the large arsenal that was hidden within the boot of the car, under a false bottom. He shoved some of the valuables into it, including weaponry and other items that he had kept in there for security. If the Impala was taken then at least they wouldn’t get away with the supplies. He slammed the door shut and locked the car, bag over his shoulder as he headed back toward the room.
Once inside, he kicked off his boots and then threw the bag onto Sam’s vacant bed. He spotted his younger brother stop what he was doing and sniff the air. Sam’s face scrunched up,
“The hell is that smell?” He asked,
“Don’t even ask.”
“Smells like…” before Sam could finish, his brother quickly cut him off,
“Like trash. I fell into a trash can, alright?” he said, running his bloody hand through his hair, forgetting that it had been cut. Suddenly a shocking pain reminded him of that, and he pulled it back sharply, looking down at it. “Freaking glass… god damn parking lot” He mumbled, knowing that the blood had already stained his hair.
At first, Sam wanted to laugh at his brother’s misfortune, but he could see clearly that if he did Dean would not respond kindly toward it.
“Go and shower dude, that smell is killing me.”
“Yeah, I’ll tell you about it after…”
“What? Your shower?” Sam asked with a confused face, almost blushing at the prospect,
“No, moron, what happened with the trashcan and my hand. It must be some sort of demon causing this. Shit like this doesn’t just happen” Dean replied in a fierce tone, grabbing a towel from the cupboard and walking to the shower.
He stood in the shower, letting the water cleanse him of the rancid stench that he had over his body. What if this ‘thing’ was causing such bad luck? Either way it was pissing him off. As he carded his fingers through his wet hair, he could feel a presence. He stopped what he was doing and stood still, before turning around with a swift movement, arms held up in a boxing stance. Nothing was there. His mind seemed to be playing tricks on him again, but he was sure that someone was there. He could practically feel a warm breath tickle his neck but with a shake of his head, he dismissed it. He really did need a drink.
Sam, meanwhile, was working on some research. Though the thought did cross his mind that someone could have placed hex bags around, maybe that was why Dean was having such rotten luck. He searched their room, nothing. Perhaps they were in his brothers clothing, so he searched through Deans belongings, trousers and then his signature leather jacket that once belonged to their father; diner receipts cluttered his pockets and single dollar bills. Sam rolled his eyes, as expected from Dean. There were no hexbags anywhere. He sighed, he hated seeing Dean like this and was too helpless to do anything, so instead, he returned to his desk, looking up reasons for bad luck and how to stop it.
Dean slipped on a black shirt, but before doing so he stared at the handprint on his shoulder and couldn’t help but think of Cas. They had spent so much time together including the time that Dean had taken him to a strip bar to get laid, and Cas being well… Cas, he managed to screw that up. Just the thought of it made him chuckle. Those were the good ol’ days, when Cas was loyal to them.
Finally after moments of dwelling within his thoughts, he snapped himself out of it and put his shirt on. He had to get himself together because there was no way in hell he was going to let Sam see him like this. With a deep breath he walked out of the bathroom and stepped up to his younger brother who seemed engulfed in his work.
“How’s it goin’?”
“So so I suppose. Though, I got no clue as to what happened with you?”
“You know what I think it could be a freakin’ trickster, a legit one this time.”
“Well, we’ve not seen a real one, asides from Gabriel, so it could be.”
“How’d we track the thing down though?”
“Lure it in with sweets.”
“We could try… Get it in an open space so we’ve got a clear shot at it?”
“You said that stuff all happened in the parking lot?”
Dean’s eyes lit up, he knew exactly what his brother was thinking and loved it when they thought alike.
“Yeah, let’s get em there. I got some wooden stakes in the bag. Lets do this.”
“If it isn’t a trickster?”
“Then we’ll hunt down what ever the hell it is! Son of a bitch made me have to disarm the Impala, it ain’t gettin’ away so easily!”
With a nod of approval they both gathered their weapons, preparing themselves for whatever this thing could be. Dean’s eyes were filled with determination as he gripped the wooden stake tightly. He tried to focus his mind on the hunt which required more effort than he had thought. This was the first ‘proper hunt’ they had been on since the incident with Castiel. Though, Bobby would give them locations and information which Sam would further research on their way to the job site, when they had gotten there, there was nothing. It had all been handled by something which lefty the Winchester brothers, along with numerous amounts of hunters, jobless. This had meant that prior to the current occurrence, Dean had nothing to take his mind off the events that plagued his thoughts.