AUTHOR'S NOTE - Here is a short and random one shot that I have not long finished writing. I hope you like it!

The Winchesters meet The Death Metal Farmer of Doom

Dean, Sam, Bobby and Castiel had stopped for the night during one of their hunts at a convenient farm along the way. They'd been shown to seperate rooms by a chubby yet very friendly farmer's wife, and now it was morning.

"MOOOOOOOO!"

Dean was the first to be woken by an unearthly screeching from outside his window.

"MOOOOOO!"

Sam was the next to hear it, and he met Dean still wearing his pajama bottoms in the corridor outside.

"What the hell was that?" Sam asked, still bleary eyed from sleep.

"I would say a cow seeing as it's saying moo, but it sounds like no cow I've ever heard!" Dean said, on the tail end of a yawn.

Sam and Dean looked out of the nearest window - to see a farmer standing outside screeching - "MOOOOOO!" - in the most Death Metal fashion.

When the farmer saw Sam and Dean looking out the window, he grinned, waved, then screeched in sepulchral tones - "COWS GO MOO, WHEN THEY POO!"

He then pointed to his tractor, before yelling - "TRACTORRRRRRR!"

Sam and Dean looked at each other, before Dean said - "I think we should get the hell out of this farm as soon as possible - the dude's obviously a nut job!"

Sam nodded wordlessly, before almost running back to his room, to get changed. He met Dean back in the corridor, before going in to rouse first Bobby, then Castiel, who had slept through the Death Metal farmer's wake up call.

They tried to creep out the front door, but the Death Metal farmer caught them, chasing swiftly after them, shrieking - "I'VE MILKED MY COWS! DRINK MY MILK!"

"AAAAARGH! DEATH METAL FARMER!" Dean howled, leather jacket flying everywhere as he chased after Sam, who was kicking up dust as he ran.

Castiel was running red faced after them but Bobby seemed to be strangely missing when they reached the Impala.

"Where's Bobby? Where the hell is Bobby?" Dean asked, Sam, who merely shrugged, eyes wide with fright.

"I think the death metal farmer has him?" Castiel said, shadowy wings flapping in anxiety.

Dean looked back in the direction in which they'd come, before seeing Bobby cowering near the ground, hands held protectively over his long haired head, as the Death Metal Farmer stood over him, screeching - "MOOOOOO! DRINK MY MILK, IN MY TRACTORRRRRRRR!"

Without a word, Dean ran back to Bobby, getting in between the bassist and the demonically yelling farmer.

"WE DON'T WANT ANY FREAKING MILK! WE'RE GOING!" Dean said quietly into the farmer's face.

"EGGS! EAT MY EGGS - FROM MY CHICKENS!" the Death Metal Farmer implored.

"NOOOOOO!" Sam yelled, on his way past, as he snatched first Bobby, then Dean on his way past, pulling the pair of them with him as he ran back to the Impala.

They piled into the Impala, which Sam started, flooring the gas pedal, fish tailing it out of there, with the Death Metal Farmer chasing after them, still screaming - "COWS GO MOO, WHEN THEY POO!"

The Impala only slowed down, when they reached the highway, leaving the farm and it's creepy inhabitants far behind. None of them knew what the Farmer's deal was, other than he must have been a fan of Death Metal. None of them wished to go back to find out .....

The end