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The night sky was clear in the middle of nowhere, Indiana. If Sam stopped to look at the sky, he could probably pick out a constellation. At the moment, he was too busy digging a grave to look at the sky.
“Hurry up, Sam,” Dean complained from above.
“I’m going as fast as I can.”
Which was true, human arms could only move so fast. Never as fast as a ghost.
The coffin was finally exposed and they were met with the ghost’s bones. In tandem, Sam poured the salt while Dean doused the kerosene. Dean had only just pulled the lighter from his pocket when an invisible force pulled him back for what seemed like the billionth time tonight. Sparing no second to deal with the ghost’s misplaced obsession, Sam grabbed the lighter and ignited, hurriedly throwing it in the grave.
Sam only heard the screams of the ghost as it burned while he fell on the ground beside his brother. They both laid on their backs staring up, the exhaustion of looking for the damn grave in the middle of the empty field finally ebbing away as their job came to an end.
For this brief moment, time stilled. Their labored breaths slowed together and the stars glittered above. A streak of light flew across the sky, Sam perked up with a bit of excitement.
“Hey, look,” he called out,pointing to where it had been, “A shooting star.”
“You gonna make a wish?” Dean asked between huffs of breaths.
Sam looked to the glowing dots as he pondered. Was there anything he didn’t want to wish for? To have Jess back? To find their dad? To have their mom never burn in that nursery in the first place? To make all monsters go away?
After a moment he finally spoke, “I wish for a hot shower right now.”
Next to him, Dean scoffed in amusement. “You and me, both.”