"We need help," Sam said flatly.
Dean started to protest, but his brother rode right over him. "You're not gonna be fit for another few days, and we can't wait until you heal. Whatever this creep is, it's not gonna stop killing and it's –" Sam faltered, remembering the ghastly double funeral they'd attended their first day in town.
"It's killing children," Dean finished for him. He reached for his phone on the bedside table. "So, Bobby?"
Sam shook his head. "He's in Florida. Rugaru."
The two talked for a few minutes, brainstorming over possibilities, and then started making calls.
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Thanks for hanging in with me and reading this story. I am going to be posting a chapter every day starting today. I am determined to kick apathy's ass.
