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hail mary
AS IT TURNS OUT, DEAN'S CAR ISN'T AS LOUD WHEN YOU'RE INSIDE IT. Kit vaguely recalled that from their first night together, but they spent more time in the car when it was off than anything else. Now, cruising down a two-lane highway surrounded by the Tennessee trees with the sun slowly disappearing behind them, she could see why Dean loved the thing so much.
She scoots forward on the bench seat to tell Dean as such, resting her arms across the back of the front seat where the brothers sat, and propping her chin on them. "You know, I think I get why you love this car so much. I don't remember it being so comfortable back here,"
Sam winces, groaning quietly to himself, and Kit laughs to herself. "Sorry, sweetheart, it slipped. Anyways, I think we're about thirty minutes out from Belle Meade. There's a nice little hotel right near the exit we get off at, and they've always got rooms open so we should be able to get in just fine. I brought some cash, too, so don't worry about covering for me."
Dean grunts in acknowledgment and Sam shoots him a look out of the corner of his eye that he ignores.
Kit, also ignoring it, turns her chin on her arms to look at Dean's profile as he drives. "You're so talkative today, I can hardly keep up with you,"
He slides his gaze to her for a brief moment and she smiles innocently at him, batting her lashes dramatically enough that he rolls his eyes and looks back at the road.
Sam clears his throat, ignoring his brother's behavior as he shifts, turning his phone screen towards Kit. "So, about the case, I think we'll need your help with this,"
She takes his phone from him, reading the small text he has pulled up about some recurring symptoms of a quick, silent sickness that had apparently all ended fatally. Her brows furrow and she nods slowly, handing the phone back to him. "Lots of stuff can do that, I suppose, if it's a child or an older person coming down with something. There was a case in New Mexico where a woman's blood was so toxic that the smell of it poisoned and killed nearly every person that helped her."
"See, it could be something like that, but this recurring theme of illness and death points to a vengeful spirit. It's usually got something to do with how the person died, and why they've not been able to move on."
Kit hums, contemplative. "Like Tessa?"
Sam nods, recalling the case that had called them to Linden last month. "Yeah. The thing with vengeful spirits is they're only aware of what happened up until they died. So, with Tessa's spirit, it happened because she died knowing Matthew cheated on her with you, even though you had no idea they were still together, she died thinking you did."
