Notes of Chestnuts:
Guys, as you can imagine, I'm Italian:)
I did correct the story from my best friend, and I hope there are no errors:) if there were ,forgive i beg! .
The road in front of them was empty like a desert; the wet asphalt sizzled under the wheels of that car that was mythical by that time, yes, we can define it in this way.
If it was for him, he would still stay in that really British Hotel, the Kensilgton Hotel, that one where the chambermaids served to you many different types of tea instead of Wisky at eleven o'clock in the evening.
But it's not even necessary to say it, Dean doesn't care about tea.
« Did you see the complete service that those really nice misses made to you with a hundred more?» asked excited the boy, while he was beating the time of an AC/DC song on the wheel
« Because we have so many hundreds that we can spend on whores!» said the other one with a sarcastic voice.
« Oh come on Sammy! I mean, look at yourself! Your face is so pale! If you are going to watch the screen of that damn computer forever, you will have a squared head!»
« I could be true, Dean, but I know with who, or what, we are going to deal!» Sam turned the computer toward his brother.
On the screen there was a really realistic image of a burning woman with a completely flayed face.
«O my god Sam! I've just eaten!»
«If this image disgust you, wait to hear what she is doing to survive!» ironized the other one, turning the portable toward himself, opening windows after windows «in fact here is said that the Argòrnie, after a certain amount of time, that can change from 10 to 30 years, kill her partner cutting his head off and giving his corpse to her sons already born as food, while she is eating the head to give food to the other fetus that are not born yet...» Dean made a grimace of pain, rising a hand against his neck.
« It's like a kind of mantis, but more evil, I think...»
« and how can we kill this huge insect of fire? » asked Dean, pushing the accelerator.
« It won't be easy...it seems that we have to take her fire off and then burn her with the same fire...»
«it is never easy, anytime » said an annoyed Dean, going to a decent speed to a really unlikely one, turning the volume of the radio on.