"Charlie, Charlie-"
"Dean..." Sam groaned as he turned around after filling his cup with coffee.
"We hunt demons for a living and you're summoning them?"
Dean pouted like a toddler, lifting his hand to point childishly at Castiel, who tried to look innocent.
"Cas told me too."
"Get the holy water, salt, silver and iron. Then do it." Sam sighed as he sat down opposite them. He was the youngest in the room, and yet he felt like the adult.
Cas ran and collected everything before slamming back in his seat. He smiled proudly at Dean who grinned back.
Dean quickly drew out the grid and positioned the pencils before looking at it at eye level.
"Charlie, Charlie are you there?"
They watched it for a few seconds, before Sam sighed and took a drag of his coffee.
"It doesn't work-"
Suddenly the top pencil slowly rolled off the other and shakily rose into the air.
"What? Dean?" Sam rocked wildly back on his chair, eyes wide.
"I'm not doing anything!" Protested the eldest hunter, eyes fixed on the pencil.
The pencil dragged itself across the paper, light marks etching into the paper.
"What?"
Castiel leaned forward to look closer at the paper.
"What... Is..." he read slowly as the pencil moved slower and slower as if the writer was growing tired.
"Up... Bitches..."
Jeez, I have uploaded wayyy too much today. Eh, hopefully it makes up for my month long hiatus. I'm going to upload another couple of hundred times tonight and then revert to my usual 'What fanfiction?... Wait, shit'
Hope you guys have a great day/night! (And do not do the Charlie Charlie challenge. Di Immortals, this generation. Last year it was innocently dumping ice water over yourself for charity. Now lets blow our lips up for no reason and summon bloody demons.)
Fez.