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Sunday, September 2, 2012

When is a Ghost Town Not a Ghost Town Pt7

Nightfall did not occur until almost nine in the evening.  Sam woke and looked at his brother on the other bed.  He smiled.  Dean had been acting more like his old self on this hunt then he’d done in a long while.  The younger man was enjoying it; something he’d never thought he would do.

The alarm went off ten minutes later and the older man rolled over and looked into his brother’s eyes.  He yawned.

“We’re really going to do this?”

“Yeah, Dean.”

“Okay.  Are we calling Garth?”

“I talked to him while you were asleep.  He’ll meet us up there.”

“Of course he will.  The idiot’s living up there with them.”

The two men drove towards Ghost Town.  They passed the cemetery and Dean slowed down.  He’d seen movement. Pulling in, he stopped the car. 

“You’re really going back in there?” his brother asked.

“Yeah, Sammy.  Something’s just not right here.”

The two men got out and walked through the small cemetery, where they noted a new pile of rocks.  Kneeling down, Dean checked it out.

“It’s a fresh grave, Sam.  Why would they bury someone here now?  There’s got to be some place where they can dig a hole.”

“You think we need to uncover it?”

“No.  We need to check with the locals and find out if they are still burying people here at times before we do.”

Dean was startled when something crawled out of the rocks.  He started moving backwards as the snake landed on the ground.  Sam reached down to pull him up when a hand landed on his shoulder.  The man turned and stared into the Garth’s face.

“You know, Garth, that’s how you get shot!” Sam hissed at him.

Dean was still scrambling backwards when the smaller hunter cut the snake’s head off.  Sam pulled his brother to his feet. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Dean said, shakily.   “I hate snakes.”

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