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"Hey guys, welcome to our last class," Sam said. "You can thank my past teachers for showing me that a written final isn't always necessary for a class. Instead, I want you guys to stock up on supplies and make yourselves a hunter's pack." He motioned to the table, which contained a decent size pile of salt canisters, matches, lighter fluid, and some blunt force weapons. Dean would have been so proud. There were also some exorcism sheets (with pronunciation guides) and diagrams of devil's traps now that the students would know what to do with them. "Take whatever you think you could use. Fandom hasn't always had the types of problems we've learned about, but you never know... which leads me to the second part of your final--" He pointed to a piece of paper on the end of the table. "Sign it if you agree, don't sign it if you don't, but it'd make me sleep better at night if you signed it. Then you're free to go, and have a great rest of the week, and break."

likethegun

"Hey folks," Sam said, holding a big mug of eggnog. If the island was just going to give it away from the faucets, he wasn't going to say no. "To balance out our class from last week, today we're going to talk about angels."

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likethegun

When the students arrived today, they'd find Sam trying to shoo a polar bear out of the room and sighing dramatically. "Oh, how I love December in Fandom," he muttered once the bear was gone, and then he turned to the class and put on a smile. "Hey, so our topic for today is going to be demons. If there's anything we've talked about in class that I hope none of you ever encounter, demons are pretty high on the list."

( Winchesters can talk a lot about demons, who knew? )

likethegun

Sam was looking a little disgruntled as he stood in front of the class today, surrounded by bags. There was a suitcase that said BLACK SHEEP, a long telescope case that said RESPONSIBLE FOR MOM'S DEATH and other small bags with peeks of BROTHER and BOYFRIEND that he was trying to kick under the desk without drawing too much attention. There was also a purse by his feet that said TERRIBLE TEACHER which, yes, he was aware of.

"Hey guys, I'm so sorry about being MIA for the past few weeks. I had something different planned for today, but in light of our current island situation, I thought today would be a good day to talk about djinn." Not gin, sorry Frank. "Djinn, or genies, are pretty popular in stories, and mentions of them go back for centuries, even before written record. Most people think of genies like the genie in the lamp - if you find the right lamp and free the genie trapped inside, you get three wishes. Unfortunately, the actual creature is a lot creepier." Which was pretty par for the course with the supernatural. "Djinn look like humans, and survive by draining their victims of blood and drinking it. But this isn't a quick drink like a vampire. Instead, djinn poison their victims with a touch, and cause them to have severe hallucinations. The victims end up thinking they're in a world where their greatest fantasies have come true, and they can stay in this fantasy world for days while they're being drained, until they finally die."

Sam ducked out of the way as a duffel bag labeled STILL TOO EMO and kicked it under the desk with the rest. "Djinn can be killed with a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood, or you can go the zombie method and bash their skulls in with something." Sorry for the grossness, but he didn't make the rules. "If you're willing to share, tell us what you think your fantasy world would look like. I can tell you, mine would involve a lot of my family members being healthy and alive and kicking." And less baggage. "Then, if you--or anyone, so maybe it's not so personal--had to go out by being killed by something supernatural, do you think it would be better to be killed by something like a djinn that made sure your final days were pleasant, or would be better to go out fighting?"

likethegun

This week, Sam was up at the front of the class with the TV and VCR on one side of him, and a well-used box of tissues on the other.

"Hey guys," he said, before breaking off into a small sneezing fit, which was followed by quiet cursing about the ineffectualness of Dayquil. "So, uh, part of being on an island where people come from different places involves learning about different religions. A lot of the time, people think of religions as having a single god, or multiple gods and goddesses, who look out for their followers, answer their prayers, and greet them in some shiny afterlife location if they've been good people throughout their lives." Sam laughed softly, shaking his head. "Unfortunately, that's not always the case. Pagan gods in particular can be really capricious, even to the people who are most devoted to them. Zeus fathered a ridiculous amount of children with immortal and mortal women alike, and there are multiple trickster gods out there who love to give people exactly what they want, but in the way they least want it. I was planning on discussing--" a.k.a. potentially boring them all to death "--some different gods, but I think my head might explode if I stand up here for much longer, so we're going to watch a movie instead." Sam smirked at them. "I hope you'll be able to forgive me."

likethegun

Sam had sent a message to the students to meet him at the Danger Shop today. When they arrived, they'd find themselves in a city setting late at night, standing on a deserted street.

"Hey guys," Sam said, grinning excitedly. "Today, I thought we'd get in some practical practice." Before he could continue, a moaning noise came from a few blocks away, thankfully low and distant. "So, one of the things people like to joke about being prepared for is the zombie apocalypse, but really, zombies are no joking matter. Really, nothing in the 'undead and wants to chomp on you' category is a joking matter, but at least some creatures can be reasoned with. Zombies... well, in most lore, there's usually not much left of their human side, so trying to convince them not to eat you with reasons and facts isn't going to work."

He pointed to a table with a variety of knives, machetes, crossbows, aerosol cans, and lighters. "Unfortunately, the only way to protect yourself from a zombie is to take them out of the picture. This side is close range," he said, pointing to the sharp and pointys. "It can be easier to fight with these kinds of weapons, but you run the risk of getting close enough to bite. The other side is your long range. Crossbows and the like can be good if you know how to use them. Anyone can use an aerosol can and a lighter." Sam grabbed a can and a lighter and took a few steps back, showing off the makeshift flamethrower. "Effective and easy to use, but you run into the possibility of hitting your own friends or accidentally setting them on fire, and that's no kind of help."

"There are a pack of zombies about four blocks away who will shamble their way over here within a few minutes," Sam continued. "Pick your weapon of choice, and see how well you can defend yourself and your classmates. You can also choose not to fight, there's no shame in it. But you have to tell me what you'd do instead - be a lookout? Provide first aid? In an apocalypse, everyone's got to play their part." And if they were lucky, they'd never have to put that statement to the test.

likethegun

"So, I'm hoping you guys took a look at the moon on Sunday, since it wasn't your typical full moon," Sam said, once everyone was settled. "I figured, with that in mind, this would be a good week to talk about shapeshifters, namely werewolves."

( Grr argh! Oh wait, that's zombies. )

likethegun

When everyone arrived for class, they'd find Sam leaning against a desk with a pile of newspapers next to him. "Hey guys, sorry about last week. I hope the movie was at least a little entertaining for you," he said. "Today, we're actually going to talk about ghosts instead of just watching something about them."

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likethegun

When the students arrived to class today, they would find a variety of materials laid out on a table at the front of the classroom - bottles of table salt, jars of water, boxes of matches, coils of rope, and metal stakes, among other household-looking items.

"Hey guys. Before we get into too much detail about the types of creatures that might need to be hunted, I figured we'd take a look at some tools, and put together a kit for you to use in class, and outside if it ends up being necessary," he said. "A lot of this probably looks like it should be in camping gear, or at least a kitchen, and you're not wrong. If you're going to defend yourself or others, you don't always need a lot of fancy equipment, and a lot of household materials can have multiple purposes. Salt will keep a lot of things from entering a room if you line it at the door. These jars are holy water, liberated from the church - uh, please don't tell anyone who might work there. Moving on, matches can do all kinds of things. There are a lot of creatures who are susceptible to fire... but that includes us, so you have to be careful when you're lighting something up." Sam went through and explained some of the uses of the rest of the tools, and then motioned to a pile of canvas bags.

"I want you to make yourself a kit using anything on the table," he said. "You can pick some of everything if you want, or leave certain things out, but if you leave something out, I'm probably going to ask why. Just a heads up."

likethegun

For today, Sam had decided to get everyone together in a regular classroom, and he waited for everyone to come in and have a seat before getting up from where he was leaning against the desk.

"Hey guys. I'm gonna assume everyone's here for Hunting 101. Uh, welcome," he said, smiling to get rid of some of his nervousness. "My name is Sam Winchester. I don't think I've had the pleasure of getting to know any of you yet, but that's what the first week is all about, right? So, I come from a family of hunters - supernatural hunters, not like, random animal hunters. Our family business is finding demons, ghosts, and any other creatures that are hurting people, and taking them out. But, I also graduated from Fandom, so I know that not every special creature you might run across is necessarily evil." Hopefully, that would be reassuring to anyone special in the room. "My goal with this class is to help you recognize the signs that something evil is around, and start to know how to take care of the problem. Considering how often this place gets invaded... well, we'll see if it's all useful."

Sorry to anyone who didn't know about the invasions yet! "For today, I just want to get a feel for who's here. Let me know your name, and any experience you might have with the supernatural. Oh, and if you have any weapon training, that would be good to know too."

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"Okay, it's the last class of the semester," Dean said, clapping his hands together to get the attention of the class. "And we're gonna be doing something more practical than a written test. Much to Sam's dismay."

Sorry he wasn't sorry, Sam.

Sam was only a little sorry, for what that was worth. "We've got a bunch of supplies here, and we want you guys to make packs for yourself," he said, "so that after you leave here, you can try to be prepared for whatever comes."

Like flying screechy vampire things!

"Like wakwaks." Thank you for coming through on that one, Bobby. "Weirdest freakin' named monsters ever," Dean muttered. Seriously.

There was a decent size pile of salt cannisters, matches, lighter fluid, and more than a few blunt force weapons. It's possible Dean snuck this in there before Sam could notice it.

And it was possible Sam had added some exorcism sheets (with pronunciation guides) and diagrams of devil's traps while Dean wasn't looking. It was a well-rounded table, at least. "Take as much or as little as you want. Don't worry, anything you don't take will find a good home."

Because they could never be too prepared for shit.

"Get to work," Dean added helpfully.

likethegun

"Hey guys, we're gonna take it kind of easy this week," Sam said. "Our topic for today is angels, which it turns out can be kind of a touchy subject when people can't agree on whether they're a sign of hope or gigantic jerks." The students could probably figure out which of those opinions belonged to which Winchester. "So, instead of fighting, we're going to just watch a movie." That was probably better for everyone in the long run.

likethegun

"So, demons," Dean said as greeting for the class. Jumping right on into things. "Where we're from, demons are nasty suckers to deal with. They can possess anyone with a crack in their armor. You want your neighbor's new car? That's a door into you. Only way to keep 'em out is by being one holy sonovabitch or getting yourself inked."

He tugged down his shirt to show the tattoo. Helpfully like he was.

Sam tugged his shirt down to to show his matching tattoo because hey, brotherly solidarity was important and he had to admit, it just looked cool.

"Story goes that the first demon was a human soul tortured by Lucifer until it became twisted and unrecognizable. Which is what hell does when your ass ends up there," Dean said, little inflection going into the words. "Turns you into a demon."

So cheerful!

"If someone gets possessed, there are ways to try to get the demon out, but they're not necessarily fun," Sam said. "Holy water and iron both hurt a demon, but they can also hurt the person the demon is possessing. The best way to get rid of a demon is to perform an exorcism, and the good news is, anyone can do it as long as you know the right thing to say."

"Knowing Latin helps too," Dean chimed in.

"It does, but it's not necessary, as long as you understand the basics of what you're saying," Sam said, "and there's not just one exorcism prayer to use. We've got a stack here for you guys to look at - try them out, see how they sound, and then take whichever one you want. Hopefully you'll never need to use it, but you never know." Winchesters were always so optimistic.

likethegun

Sam was back at the front of the class again this week, looking nice and human and no longer canine. He still occasionally scratched the skin behind his ears though. Thanks, island.

"So, by now you've probably all figured out that the people in Fandom can come from very different places, with very different kinds of religions," he said. "Every religion has their own God, or maybe even multiple gods and goddesses, but not all of them are benevolent to their followers. Pagan gods in particular can be really capricious, even to the people who are most devoted to them. Zeus fathered a ridiculous amount of children with immortal and mortal women alike, and there are multiple trickster gods out there who love to give people exactly what they want, but in the way they least want it. Now, I was going to have you guys research different gods, but that idea got shut down." See, Dean could be the nice teacher every once in a while! "So instead, we're going to watch a movie which, while cute and musical, still gives you some idea of what these gods are like."

likethegun

"Hey guys, welcome to your last class with us, unless you're going to come back for more in the next session--which you definitely should," Sam said with a smile as everyone got settled. "Since today's our final day, we thought it would be a good idea to have you take a little quiz."

Sam thought tests were a good indicator that people had been paying attention in class. Dean thought it would be fun to piss off some of the students. Sorry kids, you never had a chance.

"It won't be hard or anything, and when you're done you're free to go and enjoy the rest of your day. I think I speak for Dean and myself when I say it's been really awesome getting to talk to you guys for the last few weeks." Okay, maybe he was only speaking for himself, but he was going to pretend Dean shared the sentiment, so there.

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After this past weekend, it would seem the teachers were cutting their students a break by making it a movie day. Weren't you all just so thrilled by that?

Well, if not... tough.

"Today we're gonna watch a completely inaccurate, but fun movie," Dean informed them. "On the plus side, Kate Beckinsale is awesomely hot in it."

Which totally made up for the inaccuracies, right?

"Have fun."

likethegun

"Today's class is about other types of shapeshifters. The kind that get furry or do the whole ~~meta for~~ Silver Bullet thing," Dean said. Because everything was pop culture related, damn it.

"The furry kind would be werewolves," Sam said, trying to be careful with his explanation to not annoy anyone too badly. Sorry, Dean. "I think most of you probably already know the basics of these guys - they turn during the full moon, and that's when they go out and hunt, and sometimes bite people and make new werewolves. They're usually harmless when it's not a full moon, and most of them didn't ask to be turned into monsters. If you come across one, silver blades work against them, or you can try to outrun them, but they're usually pretty fast."

He lived to annoy, Sammy! "What my brother is forgetting, is that they also tend to crave human hearts. At least where we're from."

"Which can be a little scary when the person wakes up and finds themselves covered in blood." And other things, obviously.

Weren't they the cutest lil' things?

"We also have wendigos," Dean added. "Which, unlike, werewolves have a less pretty origin story. See, most legends point to one of two options for how they come about. Either you're taking on the abilities to protect people from some big threat, and once that threat is gone, you get chased out to die in the woods alone. Or you engage in a little bit of dark magic with equal parts cannibalism."

Fun times, right?

"So! They're faster, stronger, and more dangerous than anything has a right to be. Plus, they have a hankering for human flesh from time to time, stocking up on it when they can. Best way to stop 'em? Fire."

"If it seems like a lot of the things we talk about here like to eat people, well, you're not wrong," Sam said, snickering a little. "What we'd like you to do today is think about something we hope you guys don't have to deal with, or don't have to deal with often, at least. What would you do if your friend, or someone in your family, got bitten by a werewolf? Would you protect them? Try to help them deal with the symptoms? Or would you try to find out who did it?"

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"Okay, kids," Dean said, taking a seat on the teacher's desk. Look at him being all teacherly. And nary a dodgeball in sight! "Today we're gonna talk about shape-shifters. The kind that can turn into anyone they want, not the ones that grow fur and fangs. Those'll be covered next week."

"I apologize to anyone who ate right before class, because this might get kind of gross," Sam said with his best puppyface. "Like Dean said, shape-shifters can take on the appearance of anyone they want, and the ones we're familiar with do it by, well, shedding their skin with each new appearance. Literally."

That got a smile out of Dean. Because he was a twisted individual. "If they see you, they can look like you. And if they look like you, they start being able to think like you. And we mean literally. They have some weird ability to get your memories and and mannerisms. Which makes them harder than hell to catch when they start killing people."

"Not all of them are automatically killers," Sam said. He was still determined to be the diplomatic one here. "But it's pretty easy to get away with crimes when you can change how you look whenever authorities get too close."

"Or impersonate the cop investigating the crime..." Dean shook his head. "Easy way to check. Cameras. They can look normal everywhere but on film. Their eyes glow like they're on fire or something."

"And, probably obviously, finding a pile of gross skin sitting around is a bad sign too." This was the anti-eating class, seriously.

"Oh, and teeth. Hair too." DAMN IT, BOYS. Dean clapped his hands together. "Alright, how to stop these suckers is simple. Silver works on them. If you're fresh out of silver... decapitation. Which works for a lot of things, really. When it doubt, remove the head and burn the remains."

"We're not going to have you practice that sort of thing yet." Suck it up, Dean. "For now, we're going to give you guys some cameras and have you practice your photography skills. Taking pictures when something strange is going on is always a good idea in general. Snapping good shots of suspicious people takes a little practice, so try to get your shots without stopping and focusing for too long. You might not get the chance to take your time."

likethegun

"Okay, so today we're gonna talk about spirits," Dean said once the class had assembled. Because why beat around the bush in a class on the subject?

( The Winchesters get kind of talky when ghosts are involved. Who knew? )

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There was an assortment of items on the table at the front of the class, neatly laid out so everything was visible.

"Today we're gonna talk about the tools of the trade," Dean said. "Aside from a can do attitude and moderate death wish."

Hunting: fun for all the girls and boys. Just like a slinky!

"If it exists, there's a way to kill it. These things are the most basic items you can use on a majority of the crap out there."

Sam shot Dean a dirty look in the hope that he could discourage him from mentioning death wishes and, you know, scaring their students. "Salt is great because you can find it just about anywhere, and it can be used to guard yourself against evil spirits, and to keep them in place if you can get a circle of it around them fast enough."

Bitch, please. Dean was made to scare students. "Works on demons too. Won't stop 'em for long, but a face full of salt will sure ruin their day. And we know what you're thinkin'. Salt? Really? It's an old school purifying agent. Think of it as nature's response to the freaky shit in the world. Which would lead us into another old school purifier... fire."

"The only way to really get rid of a ghost or spirit is to burn whatever's keeping them tied to here. Usually it's their bones but sometimes you have to get creative," Sam said. "You also have to be careful--salt won't hurt you if you use it wrong, but fire... well, you know."

"Don't set your own ass on fire." Thanks for the clarification that they didn't need, Dean. He cleared his throat, picking up the iron poker on the table. "Iron also works on ghosts. Hit 'em with it and they can't hold themselves together for a little while. It's a handy club if dealing with other monsters too."

"Holy water... okay, that's probably a little harder to get unless you go to church a lot and bring a flask with you, and it's probably not something most people have on hand, but hey, that's what this class is all about," Sam said with a smile.

"We got a sheet with the blessing for you guys," Dean added. "Hope you brushed up on your latin."

"And if you didn't, we can help," Sam said quickly, shooting another look at Dean. It was creepy how all Deans had the same annoying qualities. "Take a look at some of the stuff we have and see if there's anything you think you can use."

All Deans were the best, Sam. Learn to live with it. Or, you know, end up in hell. Too soon? Too soon. "Partner off and think up what else you think should be in your hunting kit."

likethegun

"Welcome to Hunting 101. If you made a mistake and thought this class was about gunning down Bambi's mom, the door is that way," Dean said, pointing to it in case the class didn't know where it was. "My name is Dean Winchester, and the moose next to me is my brother Sam."

Ah, brotherly love in action.

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean... and then stood up a little straighter so he towered over him more. Take that, big brother. "The kind of hunting we want to talk to you about is the kind of hunting our family's been doing for a long time - taking out dangerous otherworldly creatures, with an emphasis on the 'dangerous' part."

"Ghosts, wendigos, rurgaru, demons... the works," Dean added, ignoring the looming figure of his little brother. Ugh, so unfair that even so much younger he was taller. "Aliens and bigfoot." He shrugged. "Can't say one way or another where we're from. So, don't ask."

Seriously, don't ask. He won't answer.

"Some of the tricks we know might not work where you're from either, but hopefully we can start to prepare you for just about anything you might come across," Sam said. "For now, we should probably start with introductions." It was a time honored tradition that Dean would get used to eventually. "Let us know who you are, and why you decided to sign up for this."

"Yeah, sure." Dean was a caring teacher.

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