Challenge Word: Late
Warnings/Spoilers: None
100 words per MS Word Count
Rest In Peace
By Swellison
"You could help." Dean's voice came from the open grave as a shovelful of dirt landed at Sam's feet.
"Your idea to toss for digging—not my fault I won." Sam stood guard, shotgun nestled in his arm.
Dean's reply was muffled by the shovel hitting the casket's lid. A grayish blob whooshed from the grave, materialized and confronted Sam.
Sam froze, shotgun falling as he stared at the ghost-clown. "Deeeaaaan!"
Dean's head popped up and he snatched up the fallen shotgun, blasting the ghost. "Sorry, Sammy. I didn't know they buried the late, great Clemmie the Clown in costume."