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Whumptober 2020, Day #14

Prompt(s): Fire

Author's Note: Hi yeah this is so short I'm sorry.

Today's Whumpee: Sam and Dean Winchester

Sam coughed and spluttered as he struggled to escape the burning house, Dean leaning on him. Or maybe it was Sam leaning on Dean. It was hard to tell. They were both stunned and breathless, helping each other out of the building. It had been a weird case, that was for sure. Dean and Sam had never dealt with a ghost like that.

They'd burned the bones, and that should've been it. But he kept coming back and no matter what they tried to burn, the ghost remained. There had been no significant relations or friends of the ghost either as the ghost had already been dead for nearly seventy years.

"Why don't we just burn the house?" Dean suggested when neither of them had any other suggestions of what could be tying the ghost down.

Sam shrugged. At this point he was down to try anything. The house was deserted, and was at least thirty minutes away from any significant town.

But apparently the ghost didn't like his house being set on fire, because as soon as Dean dropped the flare to the floorboards and started to leave through the front door with Sam, the ghost had appeared in front of them and pushed them back into the ever-growing flames. Dean had lunged for the salt gun that had fallen from Sam's arms and skidded across the floor, just managing to slip his fingers around the trigger and shoot as the spirit lunged towards Sam.

The ghost vanished with a screech. Sam and Dean pulled each other up as fast as possible, knowing that the salt round wouldn't keep the ghost at bay for long, especially not one as strong as that one.

Flames licked at them as the brother ran from the house. They got a few feet away before slowing and crashing onto the ground, gasping for clean and cool night air.

Sam and Dean both had some minor burns but nothing some raw egg — yeah Dean thought it was weird too — and bandages couldn't fix up in a few days.

"Well," Dean muttered, sitting up and watching the house burn, "that's a new one."

AN II: Okay but I feel like this one sucked. I just really am not proud of it but I promised myself I would post for each and every 31 days. Also, sorry I'm slow replying to all your kind reviews. I'll reply soon I promise.