A/N: Hey Guys! It has been a very very long time since I posted anything but now I wanted to get back in the game. I know the show has grown leaps and bounds but I still remain a fan of Weechesters and Season 1 plot line. So bear with me and hope you enjoy this.
WOW: trace
Word count: 116
Dean stepped past the trace of salt that now lined the doorstep of their new haunt and stared at it for a minute, shock tracing his face.
"Hey Sam, why the heck is our doorway pink?" He glared.
Sam shrugged his lean shoulders and lifted his head up from his homework. "They had a sale. Plus its healthier. Its pink salt."
Dean slumped. "I don't think ghosts and spirits care much for their health Sammy." Or ours. He muttered.
John couldn't hold back the smirk as he glanced at his 12 year old. "Hey you wanted to teach him the ropes yourself. It's your problem." Dean could only roll his eyes as Sam looked on confused.
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