It turned out to be a simple salt and burn in the end. The ghost that they had been hunting only came out on April fool's day, and was well known for causing unusual accidents, like a guy getting a paint bucked on his head and walking out into busy traffic in the confusion.
"Fucking poltergeists man." moaned Dean, as he wiped some of the muck from his face. What the hell was this shit anyway?
"You gotta admit Dean, he was pretty harmless." Sam grinned as watched Dean. "Although he did get you pretty good."
"Shut up Sam!" grouched Dean. Why the hell was Sammy always the fucking clean one anyway? "Let's get the hell out of here and back to Bobby's."I need a fucking shower dude."
Sam gathered all their gear together and headed for the trunk of the car while Dean continued to whine about how dirty he was. He laughed to himself as he opened the trunk of the car, thinking about how typical that this sort of shit happened on April fucking fools day.
"Holy Shit!"
"Sammy? What? What happened?"
"Dean the guns, the salt rounds, all of it, gone. It's all gone"
Dean jumped back out of the Impala and ran around the side of the car, looking full of shocked disbelief.
"What do you fucking mean it's all gone!"
"Well, whoever took it all, they uh, left... What the hell are these anyway? Toy guns with suction caps? What the hell Dean?" yelled Sam, brandishing the toy gun in Deans face.
"Woah watch where you point that thing man!" said Dean. "That's a fucking Nerf gun, and they fucking hurt when they get you in the junk man."
"How in the hell do you know what a Nerf gun is Dean?" said Sam, pulling the foam bullets out of the gun with a curious expression on his face.
"Lisa bought one for Ben for his birthday last year. Fucking shot me in the nuts with it. Hurt like a bitch too" grouched Dean.
"Who could have done this? Do you think it was the Trickster?" said Sam, while looking around him cautiously. "Do you think he's here right now?"
"It wasn't the Trickster you idjit!" yelled Bobby, walking out from the darkness under some trees.
POP!
"What the hell was that for you fool boy!" Bobby raged, pulling the Nerf gun from Sam's limp hands.
Dean sniggered, causing Bobby and Sam to look at him with a funny look on their faces.
"What now boy!" Said Bobby.
"Uh, you've got a little something on your face there," said Dean, trying unsuccessfully to hide his laughter.
Bobby reached up to his face, and pulled a Nerf bullet from his forehead with a slight pop noise.
"Boy you're a damned fool you know that!" Said Bobby while throwing the bullet back at him.
Dean was by now laughing so hard that he was leaning against the Impala for support, gasping for breath.
"Get your fool brother in the car and let's get the hell outta here, you idjit," Said Bobby while heading for his own truck.