Sam nodded in agreement and joined up with his brother in the middle of the road to go towards the other roadside. Dean split from Sam slightly as he went to the Impala again to retrieve his phone.
Sam gave him a questioning look.
“Okay,” Dean confessed, “one: I’m expecting a call from a hot chick from the vampire hunt last week; you know, Stacey? And two, phone cameras can sometimes detect spirit activity because of the frequency, right? We might be able to see something through it.”
Sam scoffed and shook his head at Dean.
Dean grinned as his brother had read his mind. “I thought so.”
Sam and Dean approached the damo verge they’d parked the car on and separated a small distance to cover madami ground, both shining their torches in various directions. Sam scanned the damo he was standing on and the area around him, trying to give as thorough a look as possible. He shook his dyaket sleeve up and glanced at his watch. One a.m. They’d already wasted nearly an oras looking for the piece that was keeping Barnes’s spirit around, and if they didn’t find it soon they’d have to return to the motel and try again –
Sam stopped. He’d been convinced that he’d just seen a glint of something lying in the damo a short puwang away. He wondered over and knelt down in the grass, brushing his hand lightly against the soil to see if he could feel anything unusual; in the dark, even though he had a torch, which he was shining at the patch of grass, Sam trusted his touch over his vision as his hand skimmed along the ground.
His hand hit something very small but impressively hard. He whistled softly at Dean a few metres away and his head snapped up.
“You got it?”
“I think so. But it’s half buried into the ground. Give me a minute.”
Sam picked through the stubborn soil for a few madami seconds, the damp soil being newly encrusted in his fingernails as he did so. After rummaging a little longer, Sam’s fingers emerged triumphantly with something small and gleaming between his tightly gripping fingers. Sam looked at Dean grimly.
“What?” Dean asked.
Sam stood up and transferred it into Dean’s open hand. Dean held it with one hand and turned it over with the other, looking at it closely.
“So the kids screwed him over and beat him so badly that he Nawawala a tooth?! That’s gross.”
“I got that that first time you sinabi it, Dean. What the madami pressing matter is, what do we do with it? Can we burn it? Would it get rid of his spirit?”
Dean considered this curveball for a moment. “I think so. I mean, it’s the fire, not the object burning that kills the mojo, right?”
“That’s what Dad always thought,” Sam agreed. “But we never knew for sure, so what if it doesn’t destroy the spirit?”
Dean shrugged. “Either way, burn, spirit, burn.”
Dean recovered the lighter from his pocket as Sam took the tooth and sprinkled a little gasoline on it; Sam was just looking up casually at his brother when he spotted an apparition coming into view behind Dean. In a few seconds, the figure of Matthew Barnes materialised in the road behind Dean’s back, and Sam noted that he looked quite pissed off before shouting “Dean! Behind you!” as quickly as instinct would allow him too.
Dean spun round as Sam threw him the tooth and Dean fiddled desperately with the lighter as Matthew lifted Dean off his feet and tossed him a few metres away on the ground. Dean hit the middle of the gravel road hard, as the tooth flew from one hand and the lighter with the other as he tried to cushion himself a bit from any serious damage.
Sam thought in a split segundo and ran towards the bonnet of the Impala, where the shotgun loaded with rock salt still lay. Sam reached the car, grabbed the shotgun, cocked it and turned round, and Matthew’s spirit evaporated again as quickly as it had appeared as Sam shot the rock salt at his chest. Sam blinked for a moment, then jogged over to Dean.
“Yeah; that son of a asong babae won’t be gone long though. We need to get this done, now.”
Sam nodded in agreement and picked up the tooth which lay a little way away. Dean picked himself up and retrieved the lighter from the other side of the road. Dean tossed Sam the lighter and Sam pushed his thumb down on the lever as he tried to light it again.
“How about getting a decent lighter, Dean?” he asked sarcastically as he attempted to light it up for the fifth time in a row. It had been a minuto or two since Matthew’s last appearance, and Dean was beginning to feel unnerved. Most spirits that he’d dealt with in this situation would have come back sa pamamagitan ng now for more. Why wasn’t this one?
Dean was just about to voice this tanong to his brother when a sound caught both their attention. The purring growl of the Impala’s engine starting and the sudden glare of the headlights lighting up made both of them pause, look at each other and turn on their heels and run as the car began to ilipat faster towards them. As they were running, Sam clutched desperately at the lighter and pushed the lever madami frantically as Dean shouted, running beside him, “Could you hurry up a little there, Sasquatch? That thing’s driving my car!”
Sam threw him an I’m-trying look and after a couple madami tries the lighter released a small flame which Sam immediately held against the tooth. The tooth began to sizzle a little while they were running, and as Dean looked behind him from running to see the suddenly threatening Impala slowing down and then screech to a grinding halt. Sam and Dean slowed to a jog, then stopped as Sam threw the tooth onto the ground and stamped his foot on it in satisfaction.
Dean checked his leather dyaket to check his car keys were still there, and lifted them from his pocket.
“That’s the segundo time a spirit’s got inside my car and tried to kill us with it,” Dean said, anger running through him at the thought of a spirit behind his wheel.
“Yeah, well,” Sam replied, “easy target, I guess. An emotional weak spot of yours.”
He grinned at Dean and began to head towards the car, and Dean followed, still maasim at the thought of something supernatural touching his ride.