volkswagenbeetletohell:

letsraise-alittlehell:

wehavegunsandwewillfindyou:

“Something different? Something new?” Sam was skeptic, “Since when do ghosts change?” he looked at his brother for a second before looking at the road again, “Think about it Dean, something is not right.”

“Not the ghosts changing, man. The town, the presentation.”, he rolled his eyes. “Like.. A ghost is attached to a certain item, right? What if they have something in the town now they didn’t have before?”

“What’re we talking about?” the voice that - Lucifer hoped - Sam was familiar with chimed in from the back seat, as the man himself sat, playing with a small, pointed knife. “Something juicy? Intriguing? Will I care? Oooh Sammy, do tell.” 

Sam was slightly surprised, he did handle it very well and barely swayed the vehicule, staying in his lane. “Right, yea” he said to his brother, glancing at the reflection in the rear view mirror.