One of Those Days
Disclaimer: Not mine. I promise to put them back like I found them...
SPNSPNSPNSPN
"Dude! I though I told you to ward the door!" Dean yelled over his shoulder at Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes as he pored over the index of graves in the cemetery. Sometimes he worried about his brother. "Dude! How was I supposed to know the ghost knew how to use a leaf-blower? It's a late 1800s handyman for crying out loud!"
Dean turned briefly to glare at him, but kept quiet. Well, mostly quiet. He was pumping rounds of rock salt into the ghost, after all. It was having less effect than usual due to the spirit's control of the leaf blower from the current handy-man's shed.
"Got it!" Sam called over the sound of shots and leaf blower, dragging his brother out the back door.
SPNSPNSPNSPN
"Dude! A leaf blower?" Sam asked, huge grin on his lips as he took in the speckles across Dean's face from returned rock salt blasts.
Dean ducked his head slightly. "New one on me too," he commented sheepishly. He dumped the bits of the stomped-on leaf blower in the trunk next to the weapons, for disposal a nice, long way from the scene of the exorcism, preferably covered in salt and burned.