A/N: My first Supernatural fanfiction. I hope it's not too bad. Reviews are always welcome!
It was a routine salt and burn: figure out who's the ghost, dig up their bones, light 'em up. However, for the Winchesters, nothing ever went as planned.
Sam and Dean were in the house of the victim of a recent ghost attack. During their "interrogation", wherein Agents Crosby and Nash were trying to determine who could be trapped in the veil, said ghost attacked. Almost immediately, the two hunters were flung to opposite sides of the room. Dean landed under the kitchen table, and Sam ended up in the pantry, trapped under a massive stock of soup cans and water bottles.
Picking himself up, Dean immediately began rummaging through the kitchen, searching for some salt and mentally cursing at the lack of any salt rounds. (They didn't have their shotguns with them because FBI agents don't tend to carry those around.) Opening one of the cabinets, Dean found chips and other snacks. Still no salt. Hearing the ghost trashing the victim's house, searching for where the victim hid, Dean got an idea, hoping it would work.
"Hey Casper!" the hunter shouted, turning the ghost's attention to himself. "Come and get me!"
The spirit sped towards dean, ready to attack. In no time, Dean found himself inches away from his target.
"Gotcha," he said to himself as he dumped a bag of pretzels on the ghost. The ghost immediately dissipated, having been staved off for now. Not moments later, Dean heard movement from the pantry, followed by a messy-looking Sam.
The younger hunter's eyes immediately found the mess of food at his brother's feet.
"Seriously?" he asked, a slight tone of amusement in his voice.
"Couldn't find the salt," Dean said nonchalantly as he picked up a pretzel that fell on the counter.
A/N: I got this idea when eating pretzels and heard all the salt shifting on the bottom of the bag. I realized that the writing is a bit bad, and the constant use of "victim" and "ghost" makes it seem kinda bad, but I'm bad at making up names. Ironically, after I wrote this, I was babysitting and was cooking and couldn't find the salt.
If you follow any of my other stories, I didn't forget about them, but I got stuck. I plan to get them done…eventually. Sorry for the delay.