Chapter 7
Sam turned off the disposal and walked over to his brother and Amy. His shirt was covered in blood and he had bits of puréed Ilaidain stuck in his hair but he was smiling widely.
"I can say with out a shadow of a doubt this is the weirdest hunt I have ever been on." He said. He looked at the blood stained spoon still in his hand then tossed it onto the counter in front of them.
"Yeah, me too." Dean answered, throwing his pan next to the spoon.
"So what are we going to do with those ones?" Amy asked pointing over her shoulder.
They peered in the freezer window and looked at the group of Ilaidains huddled together gnawing on the steak.
"We could put them in a sack and drown them." Dean suggested.
Amy and Sam stared at him in horror.
"Hey, you can't talk." He said pointing at his brother. "You pot roasted yours!"
They all turned to look at the pressure cooker on the stove top that was making loud sizzling noises. The trio stood for a few minutes and surveyed the destruction that used to be the kitchen. Sam looked back into the freezer. A few of the Ilaidains had fallen asleep due to the cold and the rest were fading fast.
"Well I guess the cold will kill them and then we can burn their bodies later." He said as he adjusted the temperature down a few more degrees.
Turning back around he leaned back against the door with the others.
"I am not cleaning this." Amy stated.
Sam and Dean turned to look at her and laughed.
"Okay, well let's just get out of here then." two large Ilaidains dropped onto the counter in front of them. The hunters looked at them the both drew guns from their waistbands and simultaneously shot the hissing, spitting creatures in the face. Amy gave a little shriek and shrunk back covering her ears.
The brothers looked at the guns in their hands and then each other.
"Why didn't we use these to begin with?" Sam asked.
Dean just shrugged and put his gun away.
"That's it!" Amy shouted. "I'm done!"
She strode purposely over to a cupboard and began to pull out random bottles looking at the labels.
"Um, Amy? Are you alright?" Sam asked cautiously.
Amy turned holding two containers.
"I don't suppose either of you know anything about arson by any chance?" She asked with a slightly crazed smile on her face.
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"It had to be done. There was no way I could ever explain that." Amy said.
After treating the wound on Sams shoulder Dean had taken the medical kit and moved the Impala to the back of the parking lot before returning to help Sam with their act of arson and now they stood, leaning on the trunks of the cars, watching the smoke begin to seep from the diner.
"What are you going to do now?" Sam asked.
"Don't know. It was a crap job but it was a job, you know?" Amy answered with a shrug.
"Yeah."
They stood for a moment longer watching the building in front of them.
"Well I had better call this in." She said as she stood and faced the brothers. "Thank you for every thing. I don't know what I would have done if you didn't show up when you did but I think you should go now so, you know, you aren't here when the authorities arrive."
"Thanks. Well it was a pleasure to meet you Amy. This has been...real." Dean said holding out his hand. Amy took it and was a bit shocked when Dean pulled her in for a quick hug. "Take care." He said as stepped back.
"Yeah." Sam said also pulling her in for an embrace. "Hey, let me give you my number that way if you ever need us, if you come across anything supernatural again or just want to talk, you can contact us."
"That would be awesome. Thanks." Amy pulled her phone from her pocket and handed it to Sam. "Ahhh shit!" She said as she searched her pockets.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked.
"My car keys. They're in there." She said. They all turned to the building just as the first window exploded out.
"Crap!" Sam exclaimed. "So's my jacket."
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So this is the end, thanks for hanging around. Hope you enjoyed it.