Word: PryWord Count: 100 – On the nose
A regular salt and burn in an old crypt takes a turn South, leaving Dean to tie up the loose ends and Sam just a little dazed and confused. No spoilers
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Graveyard Games by Impaladreams
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"Don't wanna go inside, wanna look at all the angels." Sam gazed around dreamily.
Dean growled, leaning against the iron bar, straining to pries open the heavy door.
"Just don't wander off again. Sit on that tombstone and keep the cloth pressed to your head, okay?"
"I gotta go inside here for a little while, make sure that nasty sonofabitch can't come back to practise pitching again."
"It played, you were the ball!"
"Oh…" Sam looked downcast.
Rusted hinges cracked, splintering dry wood. Dean grunted, hefting shotgun and duffel.
"Sit tight, Sammy. I'll be right back."
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