Dean’s POV
I heard Sam say my name, over the phone. Then an unfamiliar voice said “Who are you talking too?” Then the same voice said “Ritchie, search his pockets.”
Ritchie, I thought, Ritchie. That sounds familiar. Awfully familiar.
I heard rather muffled footsteps. And I looked behind myself automatically. I realized with a relieved jerk that I was just hearing things from over the phone. Sam’s voice whispered something, but it was too muffled to hear properly. The fabric of Sam’s shorts rustled against the phone. Then Sam screamed. I heard a snap. And I winced. That had to be his arm. Sam’s scream came again. He teased me about screaming like a girl. Has he listened to himself scream lately? Samantha. The phone crackled and spat. And the line went dead.
“Damn it Sam!” I exclaimed.
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Decapitation of... who?
FanfictionBook 1 of my supernatural series. When Sam and Dean travel to Forks to follow up a series of disappearances they find something that is not entirely what it seems. The Winchesters team up with the Cullens on what seems to be their most confusing cas...
