"Halt!" someone cried. Sam and Dean stopped, looking around. "You may not cross!"

Eventually, they thought to look down.

"Dude," Dean said, examining the strange fox-like creature.

"Dude," Sam agreed.

"You may not cross!" the fox thing said again.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

Dean cocked his head to the side, considering. "I think it's a… muppet."

Sam looked at him. "A muppet."

"Yeah. Like. Jim Hanson."

"I didn't even think that. You're a freak."

"Dude, shut up." Dean turned back to the fox thing and gave him his most charming grin. "Hey, no offense man, but we just need to get by."

"You shall not cross! I am honor bound-"

Dean smirked, nodded, and moved forward. "Right. Well, we'll say we freaked out and went somewhere else, but- OUCH!"

Sam watched in horrified glee as his brother was knocked down by the Muppet-gone-bad.

"What the…" Dean curled up as the fox continued to whack him with his blade. "Sam!"

"Hold on," Sam said. Dean yelped as the flat of the blade stung his ear. Then he heard a canned "click" and Sam giggling. "Got it."

"SAM!"