Sam used the long end of the shotgun to sort through the dusty debris blocking his path underfoot. Dean was close behind, grabbing at cobwebs and doing his best not to gag on the pungent air.
"What would you say this might smell like?"
"Dying dogs. Retarded cats. And maybe some old people?"
"Nope." Sam sighed. "It's minkmix's LJ."
"Son of a BITCH(r)! We gotta waste her. Here. Now!" Dean's voice shook. "Otherwise I'm gonna have to google search "two girls and one cup."
Sam dry heaved but he stayed steady,and his trigger finger slid in just fine. "I-see her. She's TYPING."
"I GOT HER!"
Sam was about to brace himself for another round of rock salt but it was just then that he happened to look up. All of the stained glass above had exploded into a rain of deadly glitter. Red, gold, and blue cracked and began to fall down along with the blare of early morning sun.
"What the hell was that?" Dean coughed. "You didn't even get close."
Sam slung his shotgun over his shoulder and smiled up at the exposed sky.
"Just letting her know we're still here."
I'm sort of back, missed you all and hope to get back into the swing of things. Be gentle with me! X)<3