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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞―𝐒𝟓 𝐄𝟓: 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞―𝐒𝟓 𝐄𝟓: 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬

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❝︎Just say you're hurt...❞︎

















































𝟷𝟼𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙰𝚈 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿―𝙲𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙾𝙽, 𝙾𝙷𝙸𝙾


THAT NIGHT THE TWO OF US snacked on buttery popcorn and drank cheap beer. I had texted Sam earlier to make sure he was able to close the case with Dean, and he agreed, although when he came back later the same night, he texted me back, bothered by the way the ghost had disappeared. He told me the ghost had vanished instead of bursting into flames. I trusted his instinct to know there was something wrong, so the next morning, when there was a call involving another case in town, all four of us had to check it out.

"Sheriff Carnegie?" Sam called out as we all walked through the doors of the percent back in our FBI attire. We saw him sitting on a chair by his desk, looking rather befuddled. "Sheriff, what happened?" Dean followed up.

The sheriff, still confused, stumbled and stuttered on his words before stating that he had no idea. He then gestured to the interrogation room where two young girls were sitting down by a table and crying. I furrowed my eyebrows at them, confused myself and certainly not in the mood to deal with crying teenage girls. We made our way inside, Dean beside me, and Lily and Sam following in tow. I had been the one to introduce ourselves as FBI, following with, "Can you tell us what happened?" I asked delicately, waiting to hear what happened.

"It was horrible."

"Way horrible."

"What was horrible?" I asked the two teenage girls. Neither of them was being very explicit with the details they gave. I sighed and rolled my eyes, knowing it would take longer then it should have to get information from them.

"I thought she'd be nice!" The first girl exclaimed as she looked over to her friend.

"I still can't believe it."

"Believe what?" Lily asked, beginning to grow nearly as frustrated as I was hearing the two girls whine about whoever this woman was who apparently did something 'horrible' but wouldn't give us the critical information we needed to catch whoever was responsible.

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