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The Ties that Bind
Mar. 5th, 2014 10:39 pm.. pictured on the left, Dean Winchester was reported to have known the victim..
It wasn't possible. Just a coincidence. Because it had to be. Sam's older brother had been lost on a hunt years ago. Vanished from the motel room he'd been staying in with Sam never to return. Dean was dead.
But he had to know, and it was still a case that needed investigating. Sam would bet a dozen bottles of decent whiskey too that Bobby set him up - shoving him at the case from a distance. Canny old bastard. He loved the old man like a father but by god they were going to have A Talk about this later. After he ran the usual salt and burn and got the hell out of dodge.
He checked his wallet again, the FBI badge, business cards, everything was in order. No more delaying. Sam stepped out of the Impala, closing the door behind him. Confidence. He could do this.
Because it wasn't possible. Dean was dead. He'd been dead for years.
It wasn't possible. Just a coincidence. Because it had to be. Sam's older brother had been lost on a hunt years ago. Vanished from the motel room he'd been staying in with Sam never to return. Dean was dead.
But he had to know, and it was still a case that needed investigating. Sam would bet a dozen bottles of decent whiskey too that Bobby set him up - shoving him at the case from a distance. Canny old bastard. He loved the old man like a father but by god they were going to have A Talk about this later. After he ran the usual salt and burn and got the hell out of dodge.
He checked his wallet again, the FBI badge, business cards, everything was in order. No more delaying. Sam stepped out of the Impala, closing the door behind him. Confidence. He could do this.
Because it wasn't possible. Dean was dead. He'd been dead for years.
