Oh, going to a haunted house/cemetary sounds like so much fun. I'd never, ever be able to go alone (because I'm kind of a wimp) or convince my sister to go along with me (because she's even more of a wimp than I am), so the closest thing we've done is running around my grandparents' old house with flashlights and a video camera.

And I don't know, I could see Dean getting a few odd jobs here and there while hunting by himself. Because I imagine he'd take breaks between hunts, and credit card scams have to grow old at some point. And now I'm imagining him hiring himself out as one of those landscape workers, because that's easy enough of a job to get, which involves imagining him shirtless and sweaty. Mmm.