"This isn't supposed to be fun, honey. It's just a regular hunt."

Sam sighs, but he can't hide his smile at how excited you are to hunt the headless horseman. He was a little excited too; it wasn't every day that something like this came up.

"He's still the bad guy, okay? Just 'cause you think he's cool doesn't mean you get to not do a thorough job."

Sam reminds you with a raised eyebrow as he cleans his gun and loads it with salt.

"Yes, father."

You roll your eyes, eagerly waiting by the door, already completely packed up and ready to hunt.

"Try again."

Sam smirks, staring you down.

"Yes, Samuel."

You huff.

"Feisty huh? How about I keep you back here at the hotel all tied up until I come back? Would you like that? Maybe get a headless horseman costume on the way home so you can live out your fantasies-"

"Shut up, Sam!"

You pout, itching to leave. Sam chuckles, slowly getting up and packing his things.

"Awh. Can't believe my baby is more into a ghost than me."