Challenge WOW: Twist
Summary: Something is stalking one of the Winchesters.
Word Count: 310
He pulled himself out of the grave, making the only sound for miles. The wind blew through the barren trees, making strange contorted shadows in the full moon light.
He bent down to grab the salt when he heard a twig snap. He looked around, frowning. No other sound followed.
He resumed grabbing the salt and sprinkled a generous amount on the body of a tormenting ghost. He reached for the lighter fluid when he heard another sound. Leaves rustling, much closer this time. He straightened up and gazed around once more. No one. No anything. No birds or some stray cat. Nothing. Somewhere in a far distance, a dog howled.
"Hey!" He barked. His voice echoed back at him. "Cas, the stalker ninja thing isn't funny right now!" No answer. Just the echo and another howl.
He turned back around, squeezing the can of lighter fluid, glancing around, paranoid. He tossed the can behind him, reaching in his jacket pocket for the matches.
The twig that snapped was right behind him. He spun around, ready to fight.
He cried out in surprised and jumped back. His heel teetered on the edge of the open grave for a moment before he plummeted to the bottom. He coughed, dirt, salt and gas assaulting his nose and eyes.
He scowled up at his laughing brother.
"Damn it Sam!" He barked. Sam was doubled over, holding his stomach.
"Oh my god, your face!" He giggled. "Priceless."
"You are one twisted son of a bitch, you know that?!" He snarled. Sam laughed harder.
"It was worth it." Dean rolled his eyes as Sam continued laughing. Then he smirked.
"Joke's on you, Sammy," He grinned. "The ghost's right behind you."
Sam toppled in next to him.