(M/N) opened the salt and waited for the two boys to climb out of the hole they dug. He then poured the salt all over the bones of a dead person. Just as he was about to pour the gasoline, something socked him in the face. As a result, he dropped the gas and stumbled back. 
"(M/N)!" Sam shouted. Dean grabbed the gas and quickly poured it on the skeleton as (M/N) wrestled with the ghost that had targeted him. Something grabbed Dean and flung him away from the skeleton.
"DEAN!" Sam shouted, grabbing the lighter and trying to light it. Suddenly, something pushed Sam over roughly and the lighter flew out of his grasp.
"Damn these spirits!" Dean shouted as he was pinned to the ground. The Winchester Brothers' attentions were caught when they heard (M/N) shout. They looked over and saw his shirt was being torn. Once it was completely in shreds his skin started getting cut. It was as if the ghost was carving something into his chest.
     But Dean and Sam weren't having any of that. Sam wiggled a leg out of the ghost's grasp then kicked it right into the ghost that was holding Dean. They both stood up and Dean tackled the ghost holding (M/N). Sam grabbed his hand and helped him up.
"Thanks." (M/N) said, picking up the lighter, lighting it and throwing it on top of the skeleton. They relaxed slightly as they watched the bones burn.
     But suddenly (M/N) felt a kick on his back and he fell forwards into the grave.
"(M/N)!" Sam shouted.
"Sammy, step back!" Dean yelled at his brother.
"But, Dean-"
"No, Sammy, step. Back!" He grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him away from the grave.
"I'm sorry but there's no way in hell i'm just letting a ghost push you into a flaming grave. Let's get the hell out of here." Dean said.
"But, Dean..." Sam pouted.
"Don't do that." Dean said. Sam stuck his lower lip out more and gave Dean puppy dog eyes.
"Screw you Sam." Dean said as he walked over to the grave, "I'll get you back for that later." He looked in.
"Oh my god." Dean said, sounding shocked.
"What?" Sam asked curiously. Dean jumped back as a slightly charred hand grabbed the side of the grave. (M/N) pulled himself up, his jacket and pants on fire still.
"Wow, thanks, guys." (M/N) said, "I really love burning up in fires. If I die I'm haunting your asses." He started to pat out the fires.
"You are not human." Dean said, "what the hell are you."
"Now that's none of your beeswax is it." (M/N) said, putting out the last of the fires. Dean scowled.
"It is my 'beeswax' actually." He said.
"It's both of our business." Sam added. (M/N) stared at them.
"Oh yeah, cause you guys are the famous hunters. The Winchester Gays." (M/N) said, "everything is your business."
"Well if you want to put it that way then sure." Sam said, "Just tell us. Who and what are you?"
"Your worst nightmare." (M/N) said sarcastically, dusting ash off his jacket.
"Oh, come on." Dean said.
     (M/N) rolled his eyes and started to walk away. Sam stepped in front of him.
"Jeez, how tall are you, you frickin mutant??" (M/N) said, slightly startled.
"The only mutant here is you." Dean said.
"Nice try, but nope. Guess again." (M/N) said. Dean picked up his shovel.
"You know what, screw this." Dean said as he hit (M/N) in the head with the shovel, effectively knocking him out.
"Wow, Dean." Sam said.
"We weren't getting anything out of him earlier." He said as he picked (M/N) up.

(M/N) opened his eyes to an annoyingly bright light. He groaned as he felt the pounding pain in his head.
"Wakey wakey, eggs 'n bakey." Dean said. (M/N) looked down and saw his wrists and ankles were tied to a chair.
"Y'gonna interrogate me? G'Luck." (M/N) muttered. Sam pulled out a water bottle.
"Oh no, Y'gonna splash me till I talk?" (M/N) said.
"Yes." Sam said, unscrewing the lid. He walked over to (M/N) and poured a bit on his fingers. Nothing happened and (M/N) started laughing. Sam leaned over to Dean.
"You sure this is holy water?" He whispered. Dean nodded.
"He must not be a demon then." Sam whispered.
"But remember when the yellow eyed demon possessed dad? We poured holy water on him and it didn't effect him." Dean whispered.
"That's true. I guess we shouldn't rule out demon yet then." Sam whispered.
"I can hear you, you know." (M/N) said, "you're not very stealthy."
"Your face isn't very stealthy." Dean retorted.
"Hey, bar guy, twinkle toes, there's a ghostie behind you." (M/N) said.
Dean spun around but not soon enough. He and Sam were both knocked over.
"Agh, but I thought I was a nerd!" Sam said.
"Twinkle toes fits you better." (M/N) said.
    Suddenly the spare shirt Dean put on (M/N) was torn to shreds and the ghost started carving again. (M/N) screamed as hearts were slowly being cut into his chest. Sam rolled over and grabbed the shotgun full of rock salt and blasted the ghost. The ghost disappeared but Dean was picked up by the collar of his shirt.
     Sam shot the ghost and Dean dropped to the floor.
"They won't be gone for long. We have to leave and find a way to get rid of them." Sam said and Dean nodded, untying (M/N) from the chair and slinging him over his shoulder. They ran out of the building and hopped into the Impala, shoving (M/N) into the back.
     "Where are we going?" Dean asked.
"To the library." Sam replied.
"Okay, twinkle toes." Dean said with a grin. Sam groaned.