Authors note: this this was a bit of fun I had with a friend. My iPad autocorrected 'Sam' to 'Spam' so we decided to write stories based on that.
This wasn't the first witch the boys had hunted, but this definitely was the scariest.
"DUCK DEAN!" Sam yelled from across the warehouse as the witch cast a spell. Dean threw himself at the ground just in time as the witches spell hit the wall of the warehouse.
"Shit, that was close!" Dean yelled at his brother, "Sam, look out. She's headed towards you!" Sam turned around just in time to be hit by the witches spell.
"Fuck!" Dean screamed running towards his younger brother who was writhing on the ground in pain. "Are you ok Sammy?"
"I'll be fine Dean, get that bitch!" Sam yelled looking in the direction the witch was trying to escape from. Dean took one last look at his younger brother before running and shooting in the direction of the witch. Most of shots missed but one got her in the leg, she fell to the ground and tried to cast a spell on Dean.
"No you don't you bitch! You're done!" Dean yelled and shot her square in the chest. She started squirming in pain before she stopped moving and turned into dust. Dean smiled, he was happy he ganked that witch! He was startled from his thoughts by a blood curdling scream from his brother.
"SAM?! Are you ok?" Dean yelled sprinting in the direction of his younger brother. As he got closer he saw a tin of spam with Sam's face on it.
"What the fuck? Where are you Sammy?" Dean said confused.
"I'm right here Dean." Sam's voice said. Dean looked around in confusion until he spoke again. "Down here Dean, you're holding me. That stupid witch turned me into this tin of spam." Sam's voice said again. Dean looked down at the tin of spam he was holding, utterly confused.
"I must've been hit, this spam tin is talking to me!" Dean exclaimed to himself.
"No Dean, it's your brother Sam! When that witch hit me with the spell she turned me into a tin of spam. You're not crazy Dean, it's me! It's your broth..." The tin of spam said.
"Shut up, SHUT UP! This is worse than crazy, I have to call someone." Dean said to himself dropping the tin of spam.
"Oww, shit Dean, why did you just drop me! I'm still here, you can call Bobby and work out how to fix me." The tin of spam continued talking. "Bobby'll know exactly what to do!"
"Shit, shit, shit. I can't believe that I actually believe this." Dean said shaking his head. "I'll call Bobby, I really hope he has a clue on how to fix this. Hang in there Sammy." Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket and held down the speed dial button for Bobby.
"Hey, Bobby." "Yeh, we got the witch." "No ones hurt, but Sam was kinda turned into a tin of spam." Dean holds his phone away from his ear. "Yes Bobby, I'm sure it Sam. It's been talking to me." "No, I didn't get hit by some spell of hers." "We're about a days drive from you." "No, you don't have to come to us, we'll come to you. You have all the research books." "Yes, I'm fine to be driving. The witch didnt get me!" "Ok cool, see you in the morning. I'll pack up and leave tonight." "Stop calling me an Idjit, I'm the only one capable of doing things! Sam's not much use as a tin of spam!" "Yes Bobby, I'll see you soon." Dean hung up the phone and looked at the tin of spam.
"Well, we're off to see Bobby! He thinks I'm crazy, thanks to you spam. Yes, I'm crazy!" Dean spoke to the tin.
"Oh Dean, you're not crazy. It's me, you're brother Sam! Don't you are call me spam again or I'll hurt you when I get turned back!" The tin of spam replied. Dean just shook his head... This was going to be a long drive talking to a can!
If this gets interest I'll continue it as a multi chapter story, if not enjoy this little section. :)