Challenge Word: blue
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Word Count: 100
Previously: "Shit, I'll do it kiddo. I didn't think about how those rough jeans would feel on a spanked ass," Dean apologized, reaching for the shovel.
Dean had been digging for three hours, his blue jeans covered in dirt, when he finally heard the shovel clunk against the lid of the wooden coffin. "It's about time," he muttered as he swiped his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. Prying the lid open, he climbed out of the grave as Sam began to pour the salt.
"Sonuva…," Dean hissed, as the air around them grew cold and the spectral body of the barmaid appeared. Raising the gun, he prepared himself to be bodily thrown but the ghost however did something very unexpected and began to laugh.
TBC…..I know there was no action this time, but I had to build the setting for what happens next...So just what do you think the ghost is up to?