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Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoy this installment. I promise way more action and ass-kicking next installment!
The Embittered Monologue
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Dean got up slowly. The ghost girls seemed more interested in verbally ripping each other apart but without any salt or his shotgun, he didn't want to risk getting their attention.
He moved cautiously around them, looking on the floor for the salt or shotgun but glancing at them intermittently. He wasn't going to get unawares.
Yes. His hands, roaming the ground, felt the tip of the salt canister and he brought it closer to himself.
"Here you go."
Dean felt the hair on every part of his body rise as he saw the poltergeist he hadn't come across yet.
To be continued...
