April

“Man, we gotta stop this.” Sam gazed at the floor of the Laundromat. He’d been trying to say this for weeks, too afraid to stand up to Dean and his crazy ambitions.

“Stop what, Sam? The laundry?”

“You know what, Dean. At the rate we’ve been dropping bodies? Somebody’s going to start noticing. And then what do we do? Stay on the run for the rest ( Read more... )

Prologue

She’d been sitting at the bar all night, nursing drink after drink and alternating between flirting with everything on two legs and rejecting the advances of any man brave enough to flirt first. Sam had been the unwilling victim of the former and had stood by as Dean pretended to be his suave and debonair self and flirt with the young woman ( Read more... )