Challenge Word: gear
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Word Count: 100
Previously: Raising the gun, he prepared himself to be bodily thrown but the ghost however did something very unexpected and began to laugh.
"What the hell?" Sam questioned quizzically.
"My, my, two such pretty young things to play with," the spirit smirked as she flicked her wrist, pinning Dean against a nearby gravestone. "Now that Pinky is taken care of, let's you and I have some fun," she voiced seductively, leering at Sam.
"Oh Hell No!" Sam retorted, reaching for their hunting gear only to have it telekinetically tossed away.
"Yes, my sweet young thing," the barmaid replied as Sam turned to run. Reaching out to grasp the escaping hunter, she snagged the hem of his jeans causing the snap to unclasp and...
TBC…Uh oh, look out Sammy!