Hunting 102, Wednesday - 1st Period
Ah, wasn't it good to come back from a week off to more of these yahoos teaching you about the weird shit out in the world?
"Hey, kids," one of the yahoos said, arms crossed over his chest. "My name's Dean Winchester for all you new kids. And this yeti here is my brother Samantha."
"It's Sam, actually," Sam said with a glare at Dean. Why had he thought the second round of this would be easier than the first? "And we're very glad to see all of you, especially those of you who we've had the pleasure of teaching before."
Dean shrugged at that. Because the nice one was Sam. Unless you were trying to kill Dean. In which case, oh god head for the hills. "Since this is the second half of a class, we're gonna just jump right into the next lesson: cursed objects."
"Now these are exactly what they sound like," Sam said, "objects that have a curse on them for whoever owns the object, or sometimes just for whoever made the mistake of touching it. And getting rid of the curse doesn't just mean getting rid of the object."
"You gotta seal that bad sucker up," Dean added. "Curse boxes. Find yourself a friendly witch or witch doctor to help you put sigils on the container so the curse can't get out and then put that thing somewhere no one can get to it. Because, in a lot of cases, destroying it doesn't always work."
"Now since it's the first week back and there are some new faces, we'd like you all to go around and introduce yourselves. Tell us and everyone else your name, what grade you're going into, and what kind of curse you'd least like to be hit with. Like, for example, I think not being able to read would be the worst curse I could imagine." That's what happened when you were a nerd.
Dean just shot him a look. "Yeah. Sounds horrible."
"Hey, kids," one of the yahoos said, arms crossed over his chest. "My name's Dean Winchester for all you new kids. And this yeti here is my brother Samantha."
"It's Sam, actually," Sam said with a glare at Dean. Why had he thought the second round of this would be easier than the first? "And we're very glad to see all of you, especially those of you who we've had the pleasure of teaching before."
Dean shrugged at that. Because the nice one was Sam. Unless you were trying to kill Dean. In which case, oh god head for the hills. "Since this is the second half of a class, we're gonna just jump right into the next lesson: cursed objects."
"Now these are exactly what they sound like," Sam said, "objects that have a curse on them for whoever owns the object, or sometimes just for whoever made the mistake of touching it. And getting rid of the curse doesn't just mean getting rid of the object."
"You gotta seal that bad sucker up," Dean added. "Curse boxes. Find yourself a friendly witch or witch doctor to help you put sigils on the container so the curse can't get out and then put that thing somewhere no one can get to it. Because, in a lot of cases, destroying it doesn't always work."
"Now since it's the first week back and there are some new faces, we'd like you all to go around and introduce yourselves. Tell us and everyone else your name, what grade you're going into, and what kind of curse you'd least like to be hit with. Like, for example, I think not being able to read would be the worst curse I could imagine." That's what happened when you were a nerd.
Dean just shot him a look. "Yeah. Sounds horrible."