Title: Essentials For A Hunt: Rock Salt, Bullets… And Tissues
Disclaimer: Kripke's characters, don't own anyone, yadda yadda yadda…
Drabble Challenge Word: "Light"
Word Count: 100 words. *Give the Word Count feature a hug.*
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Language Alert: One bad word
Spoiler Alert: None
Sam walked into the musty room, nose wrinkling. He frowned – didn't witches ever believe in dusting?!
He looked at the line of bottles lining the wall. One of them caught his attention – unlike the others, this one was tiny and delicate. He picked it up, held it up in the dim light, squinted. "Essence of Youth?"
Dean heard three sounds in succession from the other room: a sneeze, the sound of glass breaking, and his brother yelling "Oh SHIT!" He ran, came to a screeching halt in the doorway.
"Oops." Giggled the three year old standing where Sam had been.