THE CROSSOVER

CHAPTER ONE

Sam’s POV

Somewhere in Kansas
“Dean, hurry up and get me the shovel this cold is eating me alive and am not ready to die today "I said to Dean who was now smirking because he was wearing a leather jacket while I only had a muscle shirt on me.

“Oh stop being such a baby and get digging" Dean said giving me the shovel.

“You know Dean, this is the first ghost I have ever seen that possessed people and starts eating other people."

“God, I hate graveyard.” Dean said not hearing a word of which I was saying. I grunted in response knowing that my brother had not heard anything I had said.

“Dean looks out!” I warned my brother. Dean did not know what hit him for he was thrown two meters from where I was.

The ghost we were trying to kill was standing a foot away from Dean’s crumpled body. The prick was strong I can tell you that. “Oh I am going to enjoy this,”

Dean was now getting up and he was pissed. Pissed that the ghost had gotten the best of him. He took Ruby’s knife which he always hid in his pocket.

I watched Dean get beat up by the ghost before I took the salt, gasoline and dumped them on the skeleton below me.

“Hey assbutt " I called the ghost. He stopped pummeling Dean and turned around. He turned around and lunged at me but before he could get at me, I had already lit the lighter and dropped it on the bones.

“You could have done that hours ago" Dean said to me while getting up.

“I know but you getting pummeled by a ghost is a show I wouldn’t miss" I said grinning from ear to ear.

“Really ‘assbutt’? Have I taught you nothing?”

“Nope” I replied.