Tuesday, November 21st, 2006
Sam snapped the phone shut, and shifted in his seat. “Okay,” he said, “I got us a gig.” The darkening flat landscape sped past outside the passenger window.
“What kind?” Dean asked this without taking his eyes off the road or his hands off the wheel.
“Haunted school,” said Sam. He pulled out a map and unfolded it,
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