My first E/O Challenge…comments/reviews welcome. Word: Graze

"Sam!" The ghost threw Dean across the room as he shouted his brother's name. Sam, however, was busy being pinned to the floor by the second spirit, which seemed to appear out of nowhere, taking them completely by surprise. Spotting Dean's shotgun lying on the dirty hardwood floor only inches away, Sam reached for it, but could only get close enough to graze it with his fingers.

Dean dove for the shotgun, did a somersault as he grabbed it, and blasted the spirits with rock salt.

"Ready for a beer?" Dean asked, grinning, as Sam brushed himself off.