Notes: This was written for some friends and they appeared to enjoy it. It is a very light-hearted and humourous romp in the Supernatural/Twilight world. Pairings are as per normal. I hate to play around with perfection. As ever, characters belong to their respectful and wonderful owners. Enjoy. Go easy on me, this is my first published story on here. Reviews welcomed.
Culling Cullen's
"Comon Sam, just one more?" Dean pleaded, incredulous that his brother could have no sense of fun at all. The two had trapped a ghost and Dean was pumping shot after shot of salt at it. Of course it did nothing but irritate it and Sam wanted nothing more than to banish it, but Dean, ever the sadistic wanted to have a little fun before hand.
"Look Dean, lets just get rid of it and then head north" he tried to convince him but it wasn't working, so he added the small detail that would hook him "I got a lead on a new coven of vampires" he taunted.
Dean's face changed immediately from one of a whining school boy to a look of utter disgust "Freaky little bloodsuckers" he muttered and shot another round of salt into the ghost.
"Dean!" Sam shouted at him, cocking his head in disbelief.
Dean raised his eyebrows in a cheeky manner and walked away. Sam just shook his head and opened the book he had his finger in marking the page and began the rapid incantation. The ghost writhed and twisted and was gone with a shriek and a faint wind.
Dean was packing his gun and salt shots away in the trunk of his beloved black impala when Sam returned, binding the book with its leather strap. "You shouldn't do that to em" Sam muttered to his brother. "You piss one off, the next one to get out is just gonna make it that much harder for us" he was cut off.
"Eh, who cares, I'm alive, their not. I figure I got the upper hand" Dean brushed off. He slammed the trunk shut, and the conversation. Getting in the drivers seat he started the engine and it roared to life. He would never forget that sound. The sound of perfection, next to the tunes of his idols AC/DC or Metallica, they were probably the next best sounds in the world.
"So tell me about these freaky little blood suckers" Dean asked as they cruised down the road.
"I don't have it all; just there is a coven south of Seattle, a pretty big one in fact" Sam said scratching his head and flicking through some notes he had.
"Why the hell would anyone want to live up there? That's got to be so depressing" Dean drawled.
"What because of the rain and bad weather?" Sam asked curious.
"No, it's so close to Canada" he snorted. "Comon, you gotta lend it to me, that was a good one" he joked. His brother wasn't laughing. "Party pooper" he muttered.
"Jack ass" Sam spat back.
"Bitch" Dean retorted. That one trumped it, and no more was said. Dean put his foot down and the two sped off for Seattle.