Title: White
Summary: Evil in the kitchen? Sam's got it handled, of course.
Notes: E/O drabble challenge prompt – "white."
The kitchen. It was the damned restaurant kitchen.
Dean ran, cradling his shotgun and barreling down the alleyway. The back door of the kitchen was somewhere on the left, he knew. There! Flinging it open, he charged in, only to pull up short. What stood before him was like some ghost off a kid's show, tall and entirely pale white. It turned around, and Dean was unable to contain a smirk.
"I got it," Sam said miserably. "No thanks to you."
Leaning against the doorway, Dean laughed long and hard at the sight of his brother caked in powdery flour.