(via deansass)Source: magical-muser
*frantically slams button*
Dean walks along the side of the road, nearing to the slight clearing in the trees.
"You got me covered, Sammy?" He asks, looking back to his brother.
"I’ve got you."
They near to an abandoned looking house, shingles practically falling off the roof, floorboards rotting on the porch. Ivy crawls up the side of dusty windowpanes.
Their shoes barely making a sound, they near to the porch, quietly making their way to the door.
Dean inches his way inside, followed by Sam, and quickly turns into the living room.
The sound of Dean’s rooty-tooty-point ‘n shooty spreads through the air.
Two more rooty-tooty-point ‘n shooty shots ring in their ears.
Sam turns, pointing his barrel towards the third demon.
He pulls the trigger, and a salt round goes through her head.
(via sherlock-loki-doctor)Source: clumsyglottologist