Dean grins and lifts the hidden bottom in the trunk of his baby. Inside rests an arsenal of guns, salt, iron, and silver, plus a couple of little things he and Sam had accumulated over the years. Every little thing has its place, thanks to Sam’s organizational skills. Had it not been for his brother’s OCD, this compartment would be a mess of guns and knives.
The only sound in the apartment parking lot is the rushed gasps of air as Nelson breathes. “You aren’t FBI,” is all he can repeat.
“No,” Sam replies. “We’re hunters. You know ghosts, monsters, and all that? They’re all real, and it’s up to us to kill them before they kill anyone else.”
Nelson, still breathing hard, smiles a tiny bit. “So, there are sparkly vampires running around this town that only you know about?”
“Not those kinds of vamps,” Dean says back. “Real vampires are scary sons of bitches, I will tell you that. Also, Bigfoot? That’s fake.”
All Nelson can do is laugh breathlessly. “You’re not kidding,” he stutters.
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Salt, Spirits, and Sam Winchester
Fiksi PenggemarWhen Ben Nelson's girlfriend comes back from the dead, he feels as if his life is finally whole again. Team Free Will disagrees. Loosely based off 5.15 "Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid."
