E/O Challenge: Flank
Apologies for being obvious with this week's word!
"Oh ... you gotta be kidding me," Dean groaned as he knelt to examine the still smouldering hoof prints that had scorched the cracked sidewalk. "What are we dealing with? ... Champion the Wonder Spook?"
"Um ... I don't think so bro," Sam cried anxiously as a jet-black horse suddenly materialized in front of them, its sweat-soaked flanks glistening in the street light as it reared up, nostrils flared.
"Stand and deliver," its spectral master demanded, pistol aimed at the stunned Winchesters.
"I don't think so Dick," Dean grinned, firing several salt rounds into the Highwayman and his supernatural mount.