"Just another day at the office."

Blood, guts and gore... Just another day at "the office" .. Who wants to see Dean wielding a chainsaw?

"Dean!"

"Sam look out!"

Sam ducks just in time for Dean to get a head shot at the Chubacabra that had been charging them from the side. But now the gun is empty and there's three more right on their tails. They had to keep running or else they'd wind up being dinner.

The brothers took off towards the trees, heading for the Impala that sat parked just on the other side of the treeline. The thick underbrush was more of a hinderance to their escape than they bargained for as now the three Chubacabras started closing in on them...

Sam went sprawling to the ground face first as he was tripped by an uplifted tree root. Dean spun around and helped him back up, but now they going even slower because Sam couldn't put any weight on his now broken ankle. Dean remembered that when they'd come through there earlier they'd passed by an old ground's keeper's storage shed and he planned to shove Sam into it then divert the monsters away from his injured little brother...

Of course the freaking shed was locked and Dean had to kick open the door and in the process ended up with an eight inch piece of wood impaling his calf, so things didn't go according to plan.

Now Dean was down to and all both brothers could do was sit and wait to be mauled to death.

Dean sat against the shed door to hold it closed as best he could, trying to keep out creatures that could tear the whole shed apart without breaking a sweat and Sam set to work stabilizing Dean's injury and his own so that they'd have a better chance to fight back.

"Well this isn't stressful at all Sammy."

"I thought there'd only be one of them Dean. All the lore said they're solitary creatures."

"Looks like the lore was friggin wrong!"

"I'm sorry Dean."

"It's not your fault I didn't bring more ammo."

"We just need to find a way to kill the rest of them."

"Yeah if one of us could really sweat bullets right now that'd be fantastic!"

"Maybe there's an axe or something in here we could use. All we have to do is severe their brains' connection to their bodies."

"I love how you say "all we have to do" like it'll be so easy... haven't you noticed we're both a little gimpy at the moment?"

"SHH!"

"Don't tell me to shh! You shh!"

"Dean it's to quite out there."

"Think they're out there?"

"If they are we'll know in a few seconds."

"Hey Sammy."

"Yeah."

"Look what I found."

Dean fished behind a wooden crate and pulled out a chainsaw.

"Do you think it'll work?"

Sam's question was answered by the chainsaw roaring to life and Dean's maniacal laughter, then Dean was going out to fight the monsters yelling "Not so fun to hunt now am I?"

Ten minutes later the Chubacabras were laying dead at Dean's feet and more than just their heads had been severed from their bodies.

"You went a little overkill, don't ya think?"

"Can't be to careful Sammy, in fact I think I better go hack up that one I shot earlier."

"You know you're damn scary when you get ahold of a chainsaw."

"A blade that has an engine! You have to admit it's one of the best things ever invented!"

TWO DAYS LATER...

"Yeah Bobby we're all patched up. Yes I promise we're both keeping off our legs. I'll tell him. You to, bye."

"So what did he say?"

"Well after he stopped chewing me out for nearly getting ourselves killed he told me to tell you that once we're able to travel we're going up to his place for some down time and that's not a request."

"He sure is getting bossy in his old age."

"He just hates it when we get hurt."

"You know Sammy, just once I'd like to work a job without either of us getting hurt to, but getting hurt's part of the job description. As far as I'm concerned it's just another day at the office."

Yeah I know it's kinda cheesy... But please review!