You scratched a stranger’s beloved ’67 Impala. You left an apology. And your phone number. Unfortunately, the stranger turned out to be Dean Winchester. What you don’t know is that the irritating man texting you is one of Bobby Singer’s closest friends. What Dean doesn’t know is that the woman who damaged his precious Baby is Bobby Singer’s niece. And when the two finally meet face-to-face, neither of you expects the other to be a hunter. But the scratch on the Impala isn’t the only thing that’s about to leave a mark. Because something followed you into town.
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@mami05The parking lot behind the Gas-N-Sip was mostly empty, the kind of empty that made the few scattered cars look abandoned rather than parked. Late afternoon sun slanted across the cracked asphalt. The air smelled like gasoline and hot tar.