“A ghost is haunting the 126.”  Repeating the words was supposed to make sense of them, but it’s only dulled their meaning.
“Yeah.” Dean lets go of the wheel, twists toward Sam as he reaches into the backseat and rummages around. “It’s the ghost of this chick, Constance Welch, who killed herself by jumping off this bridge in the ’80s. Here.”  He procures what looks like a photocopy of an old newspaper article. Hands it over.  “She’s killed ten guys since then,” he continues in hushed excitement, brandishing a stack of more papers and crinkled newspaper clippings.  “Reports say they’re suicides, but she drowned them.  Drove their cars into the river.”
Sam stares at the printout.  The lines of text blur and tangle, tying knots in his stomach.  “Dean,” he says quietly.  “Please tell me you’re joking.”
Silence fills the car, swirls thick in the air.  It’s almost enough to make Sam gag.
running on feel by fizzicist
art by deanendverse
Sam/Dean
Explicit
AU - no monsters
Mentally ill Dean
40k
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