Chapter two from the challenge word- same word, same rules...
Warning, little language laddies...
"SAM RUN!"
Sam dropped the book of notes, pages fluttering to the ground.
Dean fired with the rock salt but the form only let out a heightened scream and swerved under more cover of trees.
"Sam, any ideas...come on use that ginormous sponge of yours..."
"Uhm...salt hurts...it can fucking fly! I don't know...some form of spirit...maybe a water-witch..."
Dean nodded, safely tucked behind a large oak.
"Well how do you kill them?"
"Erm...fire and...a purifying ritual I think." Sam caught Dean's glance. "No I don't have one."
"Great...so what, we get eaten by the flying bitch."
Sam frowned. "Actually I think she just curses us."
Dean blanched. "Dude soo not helping..."
"We need more weapons..."
"Sure Sam, let me call the local hunter's shop and have them air lift us some ammo!"
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