Chapter 6            As Sam’s brain swam up through a murky haze, two things occurred to him. First, his head was throbbing like a bitch, and second, his chest was buzzing. It took a long moment, but some small, still-functioning part of his brain connected the buzzing with the vibrate setting of his cell phone ( Read more... )

Another approaching rainstorm sped nightfall along, though fortunately the rain seemed to be several miles away.

Dean dropped Sam off at the main Admin building, then stayed at the car with Adam, keeping out of sight in the backseat. Sam took the stairs two at a time, and met Nichols at the front door.

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“Stakeouts suck.”

Adam rolled his eyes. Dean had been grumbling ever since they arrived, even though he got to stay in the car, listening to the police scanner, while Adam and Sam circled Lower Van Norman Lake on foot. They had their cells on speaker, and every fifteen minutes they would shine their flashlights so the others ( Read more... )

Adam packed his duffel quickly, excited to be getting back to hunting again.

His first official hunt had been a disaster-very nearly a fatal one-but he could still feel the thrill. Granted part of that thrill had involved being chased by a bloodthirsty demonic monster, an insane ghost, and a resulting concussion, but Adam didn’t care. He had a real ( Read more... )