Chapter five of this bloody thing...
hope you enjoy guys x
The brothers brushed themselves off, climbed from under the large tree and glanced at each path.
"You wanna' pick or shall we ask Dorothy to click her heels..."
"Dean, just...follow my heels..."
Sam walked in front, taking the path they'd just walked, each step slowly calculating when and where the witch would appear, his senses on alert.
"Sam this is like finding a pine needle-"
"In a stack of pine needles." Sam interrupted.
"No...in freakin L.A. dude...that's harder than a friggin' pine needle stack...if you hadn't noticed they're freakin' everywhere in this local yokel-ville..."
Sam rolled his eyes.
Suddenly a great gust of wind and a shriek slammed Sam down hard, Dean scrambled to fire off a shot.
"DEAN...distract her! it's here somewhere."
The witch materialized in front of Sam, arms covered in a strange rash as she screamed in his face.
"DUCK!"
Salt shards cut at Sam's skin but Dean diverted her attention.
Now all Sam had to do...great, find the feckin' grave...
If there even was one...
Part 6 next peeps x