Sam wiped the drops of perspiration that threatened to invade his eyes. He looked at the bones that lay in the dirt that he just overturned. He lifted himself out of the hole and tossed the dirt-caked shovel to Dean.
"You sure took your time with that, " Dean quipped.
"Shut up, " retorted Sam.
"Bitch, " countered Dean, hardly suppressing a smirk.
"Jerk" said Sam out of habit.
Both chuckled at the inside joke but stopped as the demon, Crowley, stepped briskly out of the shadows. Crowley had a bedraggled appearance that betrayed a slight irritation.
"If you don't mind, " said Crowley, pushing his way past Dean, who held a lighter just above the skeleton, to the desecrated grave.
Crowley quickly gathered up the bones and set them in his black, leather bag and started in the other direction. As Crowley was stepping away with his bones in hand, he stopped, as if to think.
"I think this should be a lesson to those who mess with Daddy's things, " said Crowley with a tinge of a sick simile creeping on to his face.
Crowley raised his hand slightly and flicked his wrist, sending Sam and Dean flying into a headstone. Both brothers crumpled and lay still. Crowley, who was feeling quite merciful today, simply turned the other direction and vanished out of sight.
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Sam slowly opened his eyes. The world was fuzzy until he blinked. What came into view made Sam want to grab his sawed-off and go out with guns blazing. A taunt white face with pale, albino skin stretched over it was standing among the graves. Its skin was slimy like a frog and its bony hands gripped a small wooden stick. Whatever it was, it wasn't human or even natural for that matter.
Sam leaned over to his brother and shook him into consciousness, but put his finger to his lips to signal silence. Sam then became aware that the creature was speaking to something, so he craned his neck over to see.
It was only a boy. Sam's eyes widened when he realized that the child couldn't be more than 15 or 16. The boy had dark, wild hair and almost comically round glasses, but the look in his eyes was pure terror. Sam almost leapt up to save the boy when the albino monster raised its stick.
"AVADA KADAVERA!" shrieked the monster, as a green light shot out of the stick.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" shouted the boy in return, a red beam shooting out of the stick that appeared in his hand.
The two beams collided and a golden sphere appeared. Sam and Dean, who were inside the sphere with the two possible witches, were suddenly regretting traveling to Scotland. They really started to regret their trip when a host of spirits emerged out of the pale monster's stick.
Sam's eyes were suddenly drawn to the boy, who was inching away. Sam instantly knew that this meant the boy was trying to escape. Sam, without a thought, grabbed his brother's arm and sped toward the boy.
"ACCIO!" cried the boy.
A glowing trophy sped into the boy's hand just as both Winchesters tackled his waist.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" screeched the albino monster.
That's when Sam felt like Jell-O going through a twisty straw and the world faded once more into darkness . . .
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Author Note: Hope you guys like my first story. Bai for now