WOMAN IN WHITE

Dean scraped the last of the dirt off the coffin.

Sam tossed the crowbar to him, watching as his brother pried open the casket.

"Bad enough she kills the groom, the maid of honor and herself," Dean groused."She's gotta kill unfaithful men from beyond the grave?"

"I can't believe they buried her in her wedding dress." Sam shifted impatiently. "Hurry up, dude."

Dean doused the white-clad corpse with gasoline, then jumped out of the grave just as Sam tossed in a flaming matchbook. "Shit! What's the freakin' rush?"

"It's midnight," Sam said bitchily. "In January. In Minnesota."

Dean smirked. "Wuss."