Holy Loogie
by mermaid2bseeker

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Disclaimer: Supernatural used to belong to the WB, now it's the CW. But I do wish it was mine. I'd take Sam and feed him and pet him and love him and call him George—or Squishy, maybe Squishy George. And he would be my Squishy.

Summary: Yeah, thought of this a while ago. Kinda gross. Set after Hell House.

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An otherworldly growl filled the night air. Dean and Sam stopped searching through the woods and listened for it again. A second growl shook the trees above them.

"Shit. Its already got its next victim," Dean said as the two of them ran towards the growl.

A very ugly, very hairy creature held a woman by her throat against a tree. She was badly bruised and bled from scratches on her face and arms. Oddly, she was quite calm for such an experience. Instead of struggling, she was looking at the creature with keen curiosity. Which meant she was either crazy or an animal-lover whose greatest ambition was to be eaten by a bear.

Unexpectedly, the creatures paws began smoking and sizzling. The woman smiled knowingly. It growled in pain.

Sam cocked his shotgun, took careful aim and watched as the woman hocked a loogie onto the creature's face. He was stunned by the absurdity of it. The creature dropped her and growled as its face sizzled where the loogie had landed. Sam fired at it and it ran away into the trees.

Dean helped the woman stand up. "What the hell was that?" he asked her.

"A holy loogie," she answered smugly.

Sam walked over. "Okay, that's gross."

"Yeah, well, it worked. My name's Emma. Nice shooting by the way."

"I'm Dean, this is Sam."

Emma looked at both of them for a second before saying, "Oh, you're the Winchesters. Nice to meet—" An moaning growl cut her off. She glanced back towards where the beast had run off to. There was another growl. "That's things gonna be back real soon. How about we get out of here before then?"

Together they rushed to the Impala and drove off.

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Sam lowered the radio volume (earning a scowl from Dean) and turned so he could face Emma in the back seat. "So, where did you come from?" he asked. "We didn't see a car when we arrived."

"I live around here. And till my car's out of the shop, I'm stuck here as well."

"I gotta know, where did you learn to spit holy loogies? And can anyone do it?" Dean asked.

Emma smiled and laughed. "I didn't learn it anywhere. I discovered it. And yes, anyone can do it. As you may, or may not know the body is 70 water. That water comes from the foods we eat and the liquids we drink. So every time I eat or drink I consecrate it beforehand. I've been doing this since I experimented with it back in middle school."

Dean's mouth hung open. It took him a second to form words again. "This actually works?"

"Yes. Everything: blood, saliva, tears, even my sweat is holy."

"Dude, that is so gross."

"It may be gross, but when you haven't got any other weapons, it's a godsend."

Dean thought about this, cringed, and turned the music back up.

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A/N: Please review. Tell me how much you liked it, or hated it, please.