NO HEADS ARE BETTER THAN ONE
WOW: clip. Dean has mixed feelings about this hunt.
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The brothers were preparing for an unusual hunt.
Over previous months, several unlucky souls had met a swift and unfortunate end usually at midnight, and always, according to one spooked local, after hearing the tell-tale clip-clop of horses' hooves.
It seems the phantom headless horseman wanted his unfortunate victims to share his own headless fate.
Sam busied himself making inventory of their supplies while Dean inspected the weapons. Salt rounds, EMF meter, night vision goggles; basically everything they needed to locate and deal with the headless menace and his spectral mount.
He decided not to comment on the sugar lumps that Dean had packed…
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