Tittle: The Double Tap
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
Beta: YohKo Bennington
A/N: I want a Twinkie.
His rotted green flesh was dry and peeling. Every move made aggravated his creaking joints. Still in the ragged clown costume he had died in, he slumped onward. His squeaky nose was twisted, his rainbow wig tattered. He groaned louder, bringing attention to himself.
Sam ran at him, swinging his bat wide.
Cruel fate, and that damn bat, brought him to his knees.
He snarled, preparing to continue his assault. Sam shot him six times. All head shots.
"SAM! It's dead, okay?"
"I really hate those fucking zombies."
"But… hey did it twitch?"
For safety's sake, Dean shot it.
"Never can be too careful in this business."