Challenge Word: Blow
Warnings/Spoilers: None
100 words
Oil Field Trash
By Swellison
Dean glared at the cantankerous ghost of Harry Vintner, doodlebugger extraordinaire. Harry was the traditional grayish color, but he'd been around long enough—and was angry enough—to grip and control physical objects. Like the lit stick of dynamite in his hand, waved frighteningly close to the storage tanks behind them.
Cell phone in hand, Dean tried to warn Sam about their miscalculation. "Sam! Don't—"
Whoosh! Harry screeched as the obliterating fire licked up his form, devouring his hand and releasing the dynamite.
They're gonna blow! Dean ran all-out for the Impala, parked safely behind the tanker farm's perimeter fence.
A/N: Okay, for some reason MS Word's automatic word count has gone on strike for me, so I had to hand-tally this.