Chapter 2
When Sam and Dean read a sign displaying a hotdog wearing a chef’s hat and фартук above bold letters entitled “Ricky’s Diner” they’d realized it was the place Sarah suggested to meet at. Though armed with his 9mm Taurus tucked away in his jacket, Dean’s stomach had betrayed him. The smell of cheese burgers sizzled in his brain, while Sam’s nerves kicked into gear. What if this was a trap? Why would she call now after so long?
Carrying his laptop slung around his shoulder, Sam and Dean entered the обедающий, закусочной in hopes of spotting a familiar face waiting for them. Whether it...
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