Outhouse Blues
A birthday triabble for Wynefred, co-authored by CFEditor, mainegirlwrites and The Ymp
This chapter by mainegirlwrites
Chapter 2: Tight Spaces
"Dean!" Sam pounded on the outhouse door and yanked on the rusty handle. He stared in disbelief as it came off in his hand.
"Sammy? I found our ghost. Turns out she's – uh, pretty friendly," came Dean's muffled response.
"Are you going to be okay? I have to go salt and burn the bones."
Dean rattled the door loudly, seeking escape, but the seal held. "What are you waiting for, an invitation? This outhouse wasn't meant for two," he groaned.
"Want some reading material?"
"Dammit, Sammy!"
"Okay, sorry. Be back as soon as I can!"
"Sammy?"
"Yeah, Dean?"
"Hurry. Please."
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