Season Two

          “DEAN. they didn’t do anything wrong.” having to raise his voice, having to point a gun at his brother? he was protecting these vampires who were feeding on cows and animals to survive;; they didn’t deserve to die. how could dean not get that??

          “we’ll find the one that’s killing people. but it won’t be right if we just kill them all.”

Dean was looking at his brother “Sammy lower the gun.” he sighed. “And they are vampires, you know monsters? We hunt them?” Seriously what had gotten into Sam. The older Winchester didn’t have time for this. He didn’t often give creatures another chance. There was often no trusting them. He knew that. “Dammit Sammy.” he seemed grumpy and impatient as it was.

          their dad told dean that he might have to kill sam if he couldn’t save him. what more reaffirming thing is there than that?

“                  jess…??   ”              he was seeing things. he was definitely seeing things. it hadn’t been the first time it happened, though it was definitely the first time she seemed… different to that ghost-like all knowing persona. it was definitely the first time she seemed normal. like a regular… human being.

well, that was aided by the fact that she was in a bar, drink in hand, seemingly chatting up the person next to her. or vice versa? he couldn’t tell. that was the last thing on his mind.

maybe it was a look-a-like. jess was dead. there was no possible way that she could be here. unless someone zombiefied her, but if that was the case, there would be signs. he had just finished a hunt. everything was normal in town.

   “   outside. now.   ”

   he couldn’t do this in a crowded pub. especially when there was some creep that was touchy-feely his dead girlfriend next to her. somehow knowing that jess would follow ( if she didn’t, he’d damn well search her down ), he turned, and headed straight out of the bar, a hand moving to the gun on his side.

“It has to die.! That’s all there is to it. More people will die if we don’t kill it.” Dean had a firm and annoyed look.  Dean didn’t care what the other thought. He was going to kill the creature whether or not they agreed.

“                 there’s a connection to the victims. they all went to the same support group out of town. kept their drug habits from their families, friends—- everyone. actually took a lot of digging to get the info; it’s like they had help burying it.  ”

“                 funny.  ” he knew where her attitude got her. but at least she distracted them long enough for him to escape. “  they’ll probably be on our tail again soon. we need to finish this before that happens. got anything?  ”

Staring at how calmly the woman seemed to handle the situation, Sam hesitated for a small moment, and then turned, shifting to look around the house for anything iron. The man had come in and threatened him, but he wasn’t the only threat that was in this place. Maybe going solo on a ghost hunt wasn’t the best thing he could have done.

He pulled out two of the fire pokers that were by the fireplace and turned to look at The Doctor as she finally responded. “Y- yes, I’m human.” He frowned, giving her a small odd look. Wasn’t everyone who asked a question like that. He took a glance towards the man and gave a deep breath. He could tell by her attitude that she wasn’t about to leave just because he told her to. Keeping the fire pokers by his side, he approached her a little, meeting her gaze.

“Listen, we could be in danger here. I don’t have time to explain properly, but since it looks like you’re not going to leave, take this.” He held out one of the fire pokers to her, shifting slightly forward. “Pure iron is the best way to ward off ghosts.” He gave her a pointed look. “Be on the lookout for a doll with human hair too. Or —- leave. You could just leave. Might be safer for you.”

For a moment, for a fleeting moment, she thought she was about to be threatened with an iron poker. I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time. But it was a very valid suspicion! Thankfully, it was not intended to threaten her with, but to arm her? Against ghosts? No wonder her TARDIS was acting up; another unnatural occurrence was happening here. 

And… iron warded ghosts off? What was she meant to do, swipe at them? She didn’t like it.

From the authority and confidence in Sam’s voice, she could tell that this wasn’t his first time. Did he make a hobby of it? So many questions she was dying to ask. But it probably wasn’t the right time to ask away right now. 

Except one.

❝ Why’re we lookin’ for a doll? ❞

"just-- be on the lookout. and if you see the ghost, hit it with that. it doesn’t kill it but it’ll slow it down. believe me, it’ll save your life.”