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Main campfire clearing, Saturday afternoon

"So it's supposedly around here somewhere," Dean said as he and Sam entered the clearing. He pulled his EMF meter out of his pocket and turned it on.

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Sam snuck quietly behind Dean, looking around for anything obviously out of the ordinary, and glanced at his brother curiously when he pulled something out of his pocket. "What's that?" he asked.

"EMF meter," Dean said proudly. "Made it myself."

"Yeah, I can see that," Sam said dryly. "Why does it look like a walkman?"

"Because that's what I made it out of," Dean said, still smiling proudly.

Sam shook his head, laughing. "Well, I guess we'll see if it really does work," he said, heading further into the clearing.

"It works," Dean said defensively. "Tested it on Taylor's ghost."

"Oh. Okay then." Sam sounded a little surprised, and a little impressed. "So, what do you think we're going to find here?"

"Hopefully nothing more than a spiked EMF reading that'll tell us where good ol' tentacle dude is bound, asleep, whatever," Dean said, starting to move across the clearing, watching the meter. "If we're unlucky, we'll find a whole hell of a lot more."

"Us? Unlucky?" Sam smirked, watching the meter. "When has that ever happened?"

Dean gave his brother a dry look. "If we find another portal, this time you can fall into it."

"No way. I think you'd enjoy yourself way too much without me," he teased.

"You just don't want me to gain those three years back on you," Dean replied in kind.

As they moved closer to the actual campfire itself, the EMF meter started detecting something.

"Whoa. Okay, that is pretty cool," Sam admitted, stopping in his tracks to look around.

"Oh ye of little faith," Dean told him, swinging the meter around to try and get an idea where the reading was coming from. "There's definitely something here."

"Maybe our tentacle guy?" Sam replied quietly.

The EMF reader starting going crazy. "Either that or a freaking huge ghost."

"Oh great." Sam moved closer to Dean, sticking by his side. He had to admit that the clearing felt a little different in this section, like the familiar sensation of something supernatural.

"If we can pinpoint exactly where it is, we can try and contain it, with salt and holy water," Dean said, slowly moving in the direction that had set the meter off. "Not sure how much good it'll do, but it can't hurt."

"At least that'll keep it from hurting anyone else while we're at it," Sam added. "Try going this way," he said, pointing.

Dean moved in the direction his brother had indicated. They moved around the clearing, playing a game of hot and cold with the meter's readings until they finally had it narrowed down to the actual campfire.

"Huh," Dean said. "Well at least we'll probably not have to worry about people walking through the salt circle."

Sam nodded, looking at the campfire. "No, I guess not. That makes things a little easier," he said, pulling his backpack off to get out the salt.

"I'll take ever advantage we can get," Dean said pulling out the flask of holy water he always carried with him. "Because we hardly ever get easy."

"Maybe this is the world's way of thanking us for dealing with all of the hard jobs," Sam said, hope clear in his voice as he started to work his way around the campfire with the salt. "Even the law of averages says we have to get a simple task every once in a while."

Dean paused as he moved to start pouring holy water in a circle as well to look at his brother. "Y'know, if this blows up in our face now I'm blaming you. Ever heard of famous last words?"

"All I said was that we should get easy work every once in a while. I didn't necessarily say it would be this time," Sam said defensively.

"You invoked the law of averages," Dean pointed out, resuming pouring the holy water. "That's tempting the law of averages to rise up and kick us in the ass."

"Well, now that it's been invoked, I should point out that since I'm the one who usually gets my ass kicked, if we're dealing with the law of averages, you might be the one getting the boot." Sam smirked lightly and kept moving with the salt.

"Only if you stop leading with your neck," Dean teased.

"I do not lead with my neck," Sam replied sharply. He may have hunched his shoulders up a little though too.

"Well whatever it is you do that makes everything supernatural want to strangle you," Dean said with a shrug.

Sam grumbled and murmured something about the cute, young one always getting hurt first.

"What was that? I didn't quite hear it," Dean said, finishing up on the circle and splashing more holy water inside it.

Sam finished up his circle, and threw some salt into it just to be safe. "Nothing, never mind. I don't know why everything tries to strangle me," he said quickly.

Dean looked at his brother assessingly, and raised a hand, miming an attack. He muttered to himself under his breath, brow furrowed.

"Don't make me throw salt at you," Sam said threateningly.

"That might actually help. Trying to pretend I'm something evil to see if I can figure out what the lure of your neck is."

Sam rolled his eyes and poured out a small handful of salt, flinging it at Dean. "Oh no, something scary and evil, what do I do?" he deadpanned.

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