Disclaimer: Sam and Dean belong to Eric Kripke
Sam and Dean busted down the door into the old rundown house.
"Here ghosty ghosty" dean whispered walking down the hall.
Two girls came around the corner holding shotguns at them. "FBI!" one of them shouted, "get on the floor!"
"Dammit" dean mumbled, "hey don't shoot" he said slowly getting to his knees. Sam followed suit. The lights flickered and all four people heads shot up. The nails in the floor creaked as though someone was walking across it. A vase flew off of a table by the wall. One of the girls fired in that direction. Small holes were made in the wall where the bullet should have hit.
"Rock salt?" Sam asked, "you guys aren't FBI…you're hunters"
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