Disclaimer: I do not own anything Supernatural. I only wish I did.
AN: So basically Dean and Sam are hunting a ghost who haunts a hotel room every four years at midnight on July 17th. Before they can leave to salt and burn the bones, the ghost deviates from its usual schedule, and attacks them.
Too Much Salt
The ghost came up behind Sam, and before he had time to react it had him pinned against the wall, his breath choked out of his lungs. "Dea... Dean.."
Dean shook his head, pain emanating from the bruise that had popped up from when he'd been slung across the room into a bed post. He looked over, "Sam!" Star danced across his vision, and he couldn't fully stand up.
He reached for something, anything that could help his brother. His hand made contact with something solid and he chucked it at the spirit.
The container of fries flew through the ghost, and she disappeared. Sam dropped to the ground with a groan, and Dean sagged with a grin.
"I told you those things were too salty."