Can't avoid the fire

A little white lie and puff of his chest sets of his slight worry. He really hasn’t had that much. But. He’d be lying if he said his hands didn’t move quite as smooth as they might have without the drinks.

     ❛late night. no one else around. guy  with  a  shovel          in a cemetery. does this not scream  horror  movie          to you? ‘cause i’m getting some slasher flick vibes.❜

The bullshit runs out, and Dean prays he can form more of a complete thought before she checks the graves or calls the cops or something.