Dean drove straight into the purple flash. It engulfed them, swallowed them, and spit them back out. Dean looked around him. At first glance, nothing had changed. They were headed north on the road in front of the Best Western in Iola, Kansas. A секунда glance at the parking lot, however, revealed the truth. The girls were gone, along with the секунда Impala.
Dean whooped. “Yeah, baby! Ты know, when Ты know what that thing is, it’s kind of a rush.” He grinned widely and looked over at Sam, expecting to see Sam’s trademark bitchface glaring at him.
Sam stared out the window, saying nothing, not even seeing the lightning all around them.
Dean snapped his fingers. “Hey! Sammy! Ты in there?”
Sam looked up suddenly, startled. “Huh?”
Dean grinned. “Still thinking about the girls?”
Sam nodded somberly. “Yeah, I am, actually.”
“D was pretty hot, wasn’t she?” Dean commented. “Samantha was kinda cute, too.”
Sam gave Dean a look of disgust. Dean’s smile faded. “What, Ты didn’t think so?”
Sam shrugged and stared through the windshield. “Yeah, I guess they were. I just… I didn’t see them that way.” Sam drew in a long, deep breath and let it out slowly.
Dean had a funny look on his face as he realized something incredible. “You know,” he said, “it’s kinda funny. The whole time we were there, I never thought of hitting on either of the girls even once.”
Sam looked at Dean as though he thought Dean was sick. “And now Ты regret that?’
Dean frowned. Maybe he was sick, after all. “Not really, no.” he looked over at Sam, holding his gaze much longer than anyone should when sitting behind the steering wheel.
“So, then…” Sam shrugged, not really sure what he wanted to ask. “What did Ты really think of her, then?”
“I don’t know,” Dean said, looking back out at the road ahead. “I guess, maybe…” He shrugged. “I don’t know…”
“Maybe…” Sam took another deep breath, hoping he was voicing Dean’s feelings and not just embarrassing himself by revealing his own. “Maybe like she was a little sister или something?”
Dean shrugged and ran his tongue over his lips. “Maybe…”
They were silent for a long time, staring out through the windshield. Dean finally couldn’t stand the silence any longer. He switched on the radio. “We’re going through, to the other side…” blasted from the speakers. Sam’s eyes flicked down at the radio angrily.
Dean switched the radio off and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “You know,” he said, clearing his throat, “I’m not in a musical mood right now.”
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Sam and Dean украл, палантин through the cemetery, looking for Sharon Walker’s grave. Dean grumbled, “Oh, I hate these kinds of cemeteries, where the graves are in a круг and a few are scattered in the center to make it even еще confusing.”
Sam pointed at a seemingly Болталка headstone. “Try that one.”
Dean scoffed, “You pick a headstone by playing ‘eenie, meenie, minie, mo’?”
They looked at the headstone. It read, “Sharon Walker, 1988-2009.”
Dean looked up at Sam. “How’d Ты do that?”
Sam, his face still drawn tight, just shrugged and stabbed his shovel into the ground. Dean followed suit, commenting, “Well, at least we’re not having to do this by flashlight in the middle of the night for once.”
Sam scooped out a shovelful and dumped it behind him, his hazel eyes darkening and his lips pulled tight. Dean saw that something was troubling deeply, but a gravestone in the middle of a cemetery was no place for a heart-to-heart family discussion.
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Samantha and D sat on one bed, Sharon sat on the other.
D looked up at the brass sunburst clock on the wall. “Five ’til ten,” she said. She cocked the shotgun and sat back on the постель, кровати to wait.
Samantha looked over at Sharon, trying to ignore the callousness of D’s move. “How Ты holding up?”
Sharon had her arms folded. She took a deep breath and drew her knees up to her chest. “Not too bad, considering that I’m trapped in the middle of the freakiest Syfy Channel Original Movie that I’ve ever seen.”
Samantha nodded somberly. “Yeah, I know what Ты mean.”
Sharon looked over at the girls. “And Ты do this for a living? Not the parallel worlds, I mean- the ghosts. Why would Ты want to do that?’
“There’s lot of people like us,” D said. “We do things like this to keep people like Ты безопасно, сейф and let Ты live the lives Ты deserve to live.”
“What about you?” wondered Sharon. “Who’s there to give Ты the lives Ты deserve?”
D was quiet for a moment. Then she said, “This is our life. Saving people, hunting things… it’s the family business. This is what we do. We’re like soldiers.”
Sharon still looked puzzled, but she nodded gratefully. “Thanks.” She slid off the edge of the bed. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Samantha waited until the door had closed. Then she pulled her cell phone out of her back pocket. As the lights flickered and the thunder roared, she dialed Sam’s cell number.
“What are Ты doing?” asked D. “That’s not gonna work. He’s on the other side now.”
“I’m gonna try it, anyway,” Samantha said, placing the phone by her ear. “We have to know whether или not they destroyed her.”
D shook her head. “They’re on the other side. They can’t possibly-”
“Sam?” Samantha brightened perceptibly, holding her hand up to signal for silence.
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“Samantha?” The storm still raged around Sam and Dean as Sam answered his phone.
“It still works!” cried Samantha joyously.
Sam smiled widely. “Yeah.”
“Did Ты find it?”
“Yeah,” Sam said, glancing at Dean, who was still digging furiously at the packed earth.
“Call me after Ты torch the bones.”
Sam nodded. “Will do.” He closed up his phone.
“That Samantha?” asked Dean, still shoveling.
Sam pocketed his phone and picked up his shovel. “Yeah. They’re waiting on us.” He shoveled with a little еще enthusiasm and vigor than he had before.
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Sharon stood over the sink, sniffling and drying her eyes. She reminded herself to be brave. After all, those two girls outside would protect her.
Sharon turned off the water and looked up at her reflection in the mirror. She sighed. Her reflection grinned evilly. Sharon frowned at it. The reflection reached out of the mirror.
Sharon screamed and backed away in terror.
Dean whooped. “Yeah, baby! Ты know, when Ты know what that thing is, it’s kind of a rush.” He grinned widely and looked over at Sam, expecting to see Sam’s trademark bitchface glaring at him.
Sam stared out the window, saying nothing, not even seeing the lightning all around them.
Dean snapped his fingers. “Hey! Sammy! Ты in there?”
Sam looked up suddenly, startled. “Huh?”
Dean grinned. “Still thinking about the girls?”
Sam nodded somberly. “Yeah, I am, actually.”
“D was pretty hot, wasn’t she?” Dean commented. “Samantha was kinda cute, too.”
Sam gave Dean a look of disgust. Dean’s smile faded. “What, Ты didn’t think so?”
Sam shrugged and stared through the windshield. “Yeah, I guess they were. I just… I didn’t see them that way.” Sam drew in a long, deep breath and let it out slowly.
Dean had a funny look on his face as he realized something incredible. “You know,” he said, “it’s kinda funny. The whole time we were there, I never thought of hitting on either of the girls even once.”
Sam looked at Dean as though he thought Dean was sick. “And now Ты regret that?’
Dean frowned. Maybe he was sick, after all. “Not really, no.” he looked over at Sam, holding his gaze much longer than anyone should when sitting behind the steering wheel.
“So, then…” Sam shrugged, not really sure what he wanted to ask. “What did Ты really think of her, then?”
“I don’t know,” Dean said, looking back out at the road ahead. “I guess, maybe…” He shrugged. “I don’t know…”
“Maybe…” Sam took another deep breath, hoping he was voicing Dean’s feelings and not just embarrassing himself by revealing his own. “Maybe like she was a little sister или something?”
Dean shrugged and ran his tongue over his lips. “Maybe…”
They were silent for a long time, staring out through the windshield. Dean finally couldn’t stand the silence any longer. He switched on the radio. “We’re going through, to the other side…” blasted from the speakers. Sam’s eyes flicked down at the radio angrily.
Dean switched the radio off and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “You know,” he said, clearing his throat, “I’m not in a musical mood right now.”
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Sam and Dean украл, палантин through the cemetery, looking for Sharon Walker’s grave. Dean grumbled, “Oh, I hate these kinds of cemeteries, where the graves are in a круг and a few are scattered in the center to make it even еще confusing.”
Sam pointed at a seemingly Болталка headstone. “Try that one.”
Dean scoffed, “You pick a headstone by playing ‘eenie, meenie, minie, mo’?”
They looked at the headstone. It read, “Sharon Walker, 1988-2009.”
Dean looked up at Sam. “How’d Ты do that?”
Sam, his face still drawn tight, just shrugged and stabbed his shovel into the ground. Dean followed suit, commenting, “Well, at least we’re not having to do this by flashlight in the middle of the night for once.”
Sam scooped out a shovelful and dumped it behind him, his hazel eyes darkening and his lips pulled tight. Dean saw that something was troubling deeply, but a gravestone in the middle of a cemetery was no place for a heart-to-heart family discussion.
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Samantha and D sat on one bed, Sharon sat on the other.
D looked up at the brass sunburst clock on the wall. “Five ’til ten,” she said. She cocked the shotgun and sat back on the постель, кровати to wait.
Samantha looked over at Sharon, trying to ignore the callousness of D’s move. “How Ты holding up?”
Sharon had her arms folded. She took a deep breath and drew her knees up to her chest. “Not too bad, considering that I’m trapped in the middle of the freakiest Syfy Channel Original Movie that I’ve ever seen.”
Samantha nodded somberly. “Yeah, I know what Ты mean.”
Sharon looked over at the girls. “And Ты do this for a living? Not the parallel worlds, I mean- the ghosts. Why would Ты want to do that?’
“There’s lot of people like us,” D said. “We do things like this to keep people like Ты безопасно, сейф and let Ты live the lives Ты deserve to live.”
“What about you?” wondered Sharon. “Who’s there to give Ты the lives Ты deserve?”
D was quiet for a moment. Then she said, “This is our life. Saving people, hunting things… it’s the family business. This is what we do. We’re like soldiers.”
Sharon still looked puzzled, but she nodded gratefully. “Thanks.” She slid off the edge of the bed. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Samantha waited until the door had closed. Then she pulled her cell phone out of her back pocket. As the lights flickered and the thunder roared, she dialed Sam’s cell number.
“What are Ты doing?” asked D. “That’s not gonna work. He’s on the other side now.”
“I’m gonna try it, anyway,” Samantha said, placing the phone by her ear. “We have to know whether или not they destroyed her.”
D shook her head. “They’re on the other side. They can’t possibly-”
“Sam?” Samantha brightened perceptibly, holding her hand up to signal for silence.
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“Samantha?” The storm still raged around Sam and Dean as Sam answered his phone.
“It still works!” cried Samantha joyously.
Sam smiled widely. “Yeah.”
“Did Ты find it?”
“Yeah,” Sam said, glancing at Dean, who was still digging furiously at the packed earth.
“Call me after Ты torch the bones.”
Sam nodded. “Will do.” He closed up his phone.
“That Samantha?” asked Dean, still shoveling.
Sam pocketed his phone and picked up his shovel. “Yeah. They’re waiting on us.” He shoveled with a little еще enthusiasm and vigor than he had before.
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Sharon stood over the sink, sniffling and drying her eyes. She reminded herself to be brave. After all, those two girls outside would protect her.
Sharon turned off the water and looked up at her reflection in the mirror. She sighed. Her reflection grinned evilly. Sharon frowned at it. The reflection reached out of the mirror.
Sharon screamed and backed away in terror.
