"Get back!" Dean yelled. "NOW!"

The young couple backed up away from Dean and his brother, Sam. Sam asked where the salt was, and the girl told them that it was in the kitchen pantry, probably on the top shelf.

"Yeah, bu-" The guy started, but Dean cut him off.

"If you want to live, you will shut the {insert alternative word here} up," Dean retaliated.

Neither of them talked after that.

Sam ran to get the salt, and Dean gave the basics to the two very frightened people in front of him. 

"We're hunters," he started his speech. "We kill monsters. Saving people, hunting things, the family business."

The guy told Dean that he had one jacked up family.

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "At least, what's left of it."

Sam walked in at that moment, and threw his brother the salt. Sam told the couple to stay in the salt circle, because their lives depended on it.

"Bu-" the guy tried to say.

Dean sighed. "What did I say before? Shut the {insert alternative word here} up."

The vengeful spirit enter the room after they had salted all the doors, windows, and point of entries.

"What the {insert alternative word here}?" Dean said.

Now the guy sighed. "I have been trying to tell you!" he was practically screaming at Dean. "I was playing a prank on Ashley, so I replaced the salt with sugar!"

Both Sam and Dean looked down at the "salt" in Dean's hands.

"Oh, {insert alternative word here}," Dean said.