Carrie tugged at her friend’s sleeve frantically with one hand and tried to cover her face with the other.

“Why are you pulling on me?” Samantha demanded, stopping abruptly. “I’ll have you know that this is not some cheap coat you can just pull on.  This is this season’s hottest Chanel jacket.  I think we need to respect that.”

Carrie dropped her ( Read more... )

They were finally putting Chicago behind them, moving on to the next state and the next hunt.  Sam was riding shotgun, deep in thought.  The insight he’d gained into his brother’s psyche over the past week was nearly overwhelming.

His brother’s antics had managed to anger, amuse and depress him simultaneously, though he was starting to suspect ( Read more... )

“I can’t believe the stuff Dad has stored in here,” Dean muttered over his shoulder to his brother.

“Yeah, I know,” Sam replied.  “Soccer trophies and cursed objects shoved right between the landmines and the family photos.”

“I don’t even want to know whose coffin that is,” Dean said.  “Hey - I dare you to open it!”

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“So how are we supposed to find this chick?” Dean asked.

“Her social worker says that she’s hard to miss,” Sam answered.

“What are we looking for?”

“She’s heavy set, with long blonde hair, and she always wears track suits,” Sam explained. “Oh, and she has an accent.”

Dean looked around the park, scanning the dozens of teenagers mulling about.  ( Read more... )

In Boston, in rains like nobody’s business.  Everything is cold and grey and wet, and Dean’s repetitive joking about “chowda” is nowhere near as funny the millionth time as it was the first.  It seems like it’s miles back to the car in the rain, so when he spots the sign for a pub, he promptly turns while Dean happily follows.

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“Are you sure about this Karen?” he asked.  “We’re about to enter a scene of such depravity and filth, your delicate sensibilities may not be quite ready to handle it.”

The brunette shrugged and smoothed out a few non-existent wrinkles on her designer blouse. “I  appreciate your concern sweetie, but have you seen the place I go to work everyday?  ( Read more... )

All signs were suggesting that it was a standard haunting in the old apartment building. It was allegedly haunted by a tenant who, many years prior, had died under mysterious circumstances.  They’d spoken to several of the building’s occupants, but had been unable to connect with the one person who’d been living there at the tie, the next door ( Read more... )

“This sucks out loud,” Dean moaned.  He shifted in his seat, trying to get more comfortable.

“Could you please not,” Sam muttered, as Dean’s elbow jostled his painfully.

“Sorry,” he replied. A few people walked past, looking at him with amused expressions.  “I just wish these idiots would stop freaking staring at me,” he announced, his voice ( Read more... )

George parked his car behind the shop and grabbed the bag out of the back seat.  His wife had asked him to stop by at noon to bring lunch for their granddaughter.  He hadn’t wanted to, of course, knowing how dreadful the lunches that Florence put together for him were.  No way should he curse his baby girl to have to eat that horrible stuff.

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Some idiot staying in the room next to them at the Lucky Cuss Motel had to go and get himself killed their first night in town.  Which meant the place was crawling with cops, cops who wanted to ask questions and take statements and know who you are and what you are doing in town.

The kind of thing the Winchester boys didn’t really need to be ( Read more... )