AN: written für spn_pic_for_fic prompt #7
Actually they had planned an easy salt'n'burn. Find the grave, dig up the body and torch the remains. So far so good but as always the implementation of the plan wasn't as easy as it sounded in theory.
When the Winchesters arrived at the Angelus-Rosedale Cemetery they didn't exactly know where to find this specific grave so they had to search the tombstones for the right name.
It was Halloween, apparently the Day of Dicks as Dean soon had dubbed it after nearly shooting a teen who thought it funny hiding behind a tomb dressed up as a ghoul and waiting for innocent passersby. In a graveyard. In the middle of the night. Dean carrying a shotgun quite openly didn't discourage the kid either. Unfortunately Sam had stopped his brother before he could gun the jerk down. Dumb teen should be nominated for the Darwin Awards...
Only minutes later the hunters stumbled over a bunch of kids who had succeeded in accidently summoning the spirit of the poor body lying in the grave those duds had tried a Seance on. Needless to say Sam was adamant on rescuing the kids and digging up the body.
Finally they had found the right grave and started scooping the soil. Finally. The dark 'clonk' as Sam's shovel hit the coffin at last was a blessing in Dean's ears. When the brothers straightened again to toss their shovels out of the grave both stopped dead in their tracks. They were no longer alone. A petite blonde was standing next to the hole, both hands in her hips and an angry frown on her face.
"Care to tell me what you two morons think you are doing here?"
Dean turned to his brother and sighed: "Dude, now I know why the name 'Sunnydale' sounded familiar. I think we're gonna have our asses kicked by Buffy..."
"Halloween sucks."
This time the older Winchester had to agree.