Sam recoils from the nauseating stench erupting from the flame-tipped bones.

He turns away enough to see tenacious sprit fizzle in the air above his brother, lying boneless on the ground.

He rushes forward, shouting "Dean! I've burnt her bones, she's gone!"

Unconsciously, Dean turns toward the sound of Sam's voice; eyebrows frowning, sinews & bones twitching to find life, suddenly gasping in the evening air-

"Got her! Simple salt & burn! Bones are gone! God, Dean!"

"Quick little bitch- almost crushed my bones & breath right outa me…"

"Your bones aren't crushed, dude, let me help you up."

"No, I'm fine-"