When they reunited, bleeding and bruised, Dean slammed Sam against the Impala. “Don’t you ever walk away again.”
Dean blasted the wall with rock salt, but she was already gone. That night, the house tried to crush them with poltergeist fury. They survived because their mother’s ghost—the real Mary—rose up one last time to shield them. As dawn bled through the shattered windows, Sam held Dean’s arm. “She saved us.”
The Open Road and the Burning Woman
Saving people, hunting things. The family business. And they’re just getting started.
“You’ve gotten big, Sammy.”
The Impala eats the miles, a black shark through the Midwest night. Inside, the silence is heavier than the duffel bag full of rock salt and iron. Dean’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel; Sam stares out the passenger window, watching the reflection of his own haunted eyes.
