Dean ducks, but the lawn rake smacks his head.
"We are not in control here, Sam." Dean jerks and twists, avoiding the catapulted ceramic toad that barely misses his groin.
"Really, Dean?" Sam narrowly misses the fountain as he runs around the stone walkway. He turns just as the bird house flips off the wall, catching him behind the left ear. Sam drops, bleeding.
"That's it." Dean turned towards the red hatted figures, firing the shotgun. Small pieces of concrete garden gnomes scatter. The abandoned nursery falls silent.
Sam groaned, leaning against Dean's legs.
"No more haunted statuary."
"Deal, Sammy."
