Bunkered (Part 36 - Now) by frostygossamer
Dean stuffs his face with a hamburger made from canned beef, dried bacon, processed cheese and every condiment in the pantry. It's pretty good. Seated at the kitchen table, he glances again at that last text message from Sam.
"Erie Lake House, huh?" He shudders. "Maybe I can nail it on the interweb?"
When he does, he can't help thinking the place suits its name. "Eerie-ass looking son of a bitch."
Two days, no Sam, no texts. Strange.
"Guess you found what you were looking for," he reasons. "Or it found you. Either way, not my freakin' beeswax."
Sure.
TBC