A Small Haunting
The first time Dean tripped as he got out of the Impala, Sam laughed.
"Walk much?"
Dean regained his footing and turned back to glare at the ground by the car door.
"Something tripped me."
Sam leaned over, pointedly looked at the empty pavement, and shook his head doubtfully.
"Yeah, right."
Later, when Dean tripped again, Sam’s
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