Dean x reader {ten cent pistol}

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First one lets go!!)( reader is southern! Sorry!!)

Lobo , Texas
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12:45am

Reader POV}

I finished closing the bar, the summer air hit my skin like a cold rush of water, I was one of 3 people still alive in town. the old "water hole finally dried up yet I knew why.
I saw little kids start running the street, some sickly, some missing parts.

This town doesn't like the company of others,
I walked into the small cabin that I call mine, the oil lantern burned a light glow. No electricity, no running water, no leaving unless if it's in a casket. We get weekly rations and prayers from the priest in the next town. That life here.

I laid on the couch and I herd the screams again. I covered my head with a pillow. I can't sleep.

They finally died down around 3 am. I remember the ghost stories ma and pa told me as a child. Yvette Tusk and her cheating lover Kingsley Tusk, they are no longer among us, yet they are only late at night. Everyone is amount us at night.

They start out by holding hands and then she goes into one of the fallen in cabins and grabs her gun,  she chases him and shoot him point blank in the road. It rumored she only kills cheaters and heart breakers.

I peeked out the window and whispered the rhyme
The stars did fall
The thunder rolled
The bugs crawled back in their holes
The couple screams, it was far to late,
her jealous heart did retaliate.

               The yells started to ring out as she collapsed to the ground laughing and crying. Then she fades. I stayed awake and watched the sun rise.
   Another boring day...

((Dean pov))))))

We crossed the Texas state line around 3 this morning. Its about 10 now.

"So, turns out Yvette is born here, mr. Kingsley was born in Ohio and moved down here. Yvette shot and killed him over a affair. That's one of the violent things"

"Yikes, well we are a few minutes out, so what should we use? I can't tell if this is more phantom or vengeful spirit." I shrugged

" well apparently it's not just two... it's a dozen" I looked at Sam in disbelief as he shrugged.

"The town next door blesses the 3 people there every week, for luck and prosperity in the hopes of leaving." Sam spoke.

"Well as long as there's n-"

"DEAN WATCH THE ROAD-!"

"SON OF A-"

I slammed the breaks as a woman in a black tank top and shorts walked in front of our car. Shot gun in hand.

"Please turn around! by the church and the state those who enter die!"

I was still catching my breath. She had (h/l) (h/c), she had a dirty face and body.

"We are here cause some one called" Sam slowly got out of the car.
She had venom on her tongue.

"How is that possible THERES no electricity.  Start spiting the truth you dogs." She raised her gun  and I got out of the car.

"W-we are here to fix that! H-hi! I am Justin and this is he-hank! Justin and Hank green electrical services!"

"Well we don't need no services, towns full, now git lost!" She was very harsh.

"Now now we will be gone shortly can we just have a tour at least?" She cocked her gun.

"N-Never mind we will be leaving!" Sam got in the car I followed in suit.

"Is there any other way in?"

"Nope." Sam popped the p and I groaned slamming the impala in reverse. We backed up  to the main road. She watched up the whole time.

Son of a bitch.

"Wait aren't there priests that come by?"
"Yeah yet she knows our face."

"The preists dont" I slammed it foreword and sped off to Houston.

(( should I make a part 2??))

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