A/N: Wow, my apologies for not updating this in a while! Merci beaucoup to LeeMarieJack, who nudged me into remembering this...and now, I bring you the sixth installment. Enjoy!

-Jaq

"Right. So, it looks like there've been five identical murders- all single men in their late twenties, all ginger, if you can believe it, all in the same neighboorhood. I'm thinking ghost. You?"

Sam made a moose noise that sounded affirmative. Dean nodded. "So, all the murders were done by drowning the victim, so I did a quick check and there's only one guy who could really be our ghost. Name's William Johnson, lives in Roanoke."

More moose noises. Sam impatiently nodded towards the exit of the library, where the car was.

"Right, right, we're leaving."

Two hours later, Sam and Dean were in Roanoke, North Carolina. After a quick stop at a hardware store, they were ready to go.

"Here," Dean said, showing Sam iron nails and superglue. "You can fight the ghost off while I do the salt n' burn. Sound like a plan?"

Sam nodded, and Dean glued the nails to his brother's antlers carefully.

At two AM, when they were sure nobody would come and question, the Winchesters crept out to the graveyard where William Johnson was buried. As soon as Dean began digging, the ghost appeared, but a swing of Sam's giant antlers and it was no more.

So they continued until Dean dug up the entire grave and opened the coffin- Dean digging, Sam swatting away the ghost. They were a great team.

When they finished, the ghost passed on and dawn just beginning, Dean turned to Sam and smiled.

"You know, at first I wasn't too keen on this, but you're still a kickass, Sammy," he said fondly.

Sam made a moose noise, shaking his hair.

"Yeah, yeah, bitch. Whatever. Get in the trailer. I installed two-way speakers, so you can hear both me and Metallica, and you can rest assured that your moose noises will not go unnoticed."

A/N 2: So, Moose!Sam survived his first salt n' burn. Review if you enjoyed, please? Thanks for reading! Have a nice day.

-Jaq