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Off the Rails

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"-seriously Sammy how do we know this guy isn't just some fruit cake? I mean he works in a mental hospital." Dean drove the car down an almost deserted highway as Sammy continued to type away on his computer.

"Dean, I've known Waylon since freshman year. Trust me, he's not making this shit up. The Murkoff Corporation has been experimenting on both humans and the supernatural. Before he stopped messaging me he told me about this new project they were working on there called The Walrider."

"Well what the hell is that?"

"He didn't know but what he thinks it was some kind of ghost."

"Christ, people experimenting on ghosts. I wanna say I'm surprised but I'm not." Dean redirected his attention to the road when he glanced over at his younger brother. "So Waylon....he a lawyer?"

"Investigative journalist-LOOK OUT!" Dean's eyes were back in the road as he just swerved out of the way, missing a speeding black car by inches. The abrupt movement brought the car to a sudden stop , jerking the two brother forward when there front end hit a nearby tree.

"What the fuck was that?!" Dean yelled as he got out of the car to inspect the damage with a visible wince. Sam's head spun as he stumbled out after Dean, clutching his head. "That dickweed ran us off the fucking road! Look at what he did to my baby!"

"He seemed to be in a hurry," Sam muttered as he put his laptop in his satchel. "Looks like we're walking the rest of the way."

"Uh-uh, not until I know she's going to be alright."

"Dean, come on. We'll call a tow truck after we scope the place out." The oldest Winchester made a face before going to the back of the car and popping the trunk's lid open.

"Let's get this over with," Dean said grabbing a pistol and some rock salt. "Casper better hope I don't see him first cause I am not in a generous mood."

"Dean, the car's going to be fine. We might be stuck here for a while but how bad could that be?"



"Shut up."