E/O Challenge: Skunk. I have to admit I'm not too sure about this one!
"Man ... is it ever gonna stop raining?" Dean moaned, checking his watch again – nearly midnight.
A slight breeze rustled the trees as Sam began speaking the incantation.
At the stroke of twelve the dead animals that littered the side of the road began to rise up. The mangled, flattened bodies of rabbits, deer and skunk reformed into rabid, snarling monsters that began moving towards the Winchesters.
Urgently Sam called out the last of the ancient words and the spectral creatures vanished.
"Weird!" Dean muttered, as they headed for the warmth of the Impala. "The road kill became road killers."