We wait until dark to load back up the Impala for our hunt. Sitting in the back of the Impala, I start to think. "Hey Sam," I ask. "How did the Plumigo make its way into suburb? And why hasn't there been any more incidents like Amanda's? Doesn't that seem a bit odd? I mean, the Wendigo in one of the first cases you and Dean solved, lived in the forest and hunted hikers, but the Plumigo made its way to the city and there hasn't been any more reported deaths? It doesn't make sense." "You know, Dean, she's right. How come there hasn't been any more deaths? It wouldn't just stop hunting, especially in a neighborhood full of people." Dean keeps driving. "I think we should talk about this, before we go in full force." Sam says.
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My Supernatural Life
FanfictionThis is a fan fiction about Sam, Dean, and a girl named April.
