Dean dropped him off at the head of the driveway, and Sam left the car reluctantly. He was wearing one of Dad's old army surplus jackets. He figured "army commando" was the closest he could get to an actual Halloween costume. He wore his own khaki trousers and buckled on one of Dad's empty gun holsters to complete the costume.
He didn't count the four knives he had strapped to his body under his clothes. Halloween was always weird, and he wasn't taking any chances. Especially with the run-down monstrosity that loomed ahead of him.
"Yo, Sammy! I'll be back at ten to pick you up." Dean called from behind him. Dean had a date with Sarah Beth Johnson, and he was relieved they'd have the cabin to themselves. At least until ten.
Slowly, head down, Sam joined his classmates walking through the gates.
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Section IV.
Dean dropped him off at the head of the driveway, and Sam left the car reluctantly.
He was wearing one of Dad's old army surplus jackets. He figured "army commando" was the closest he could get to an actual Halloween costume. He wore his own khaki trousers and buckled on one of Dad's empty gun holsters to complete the costume.
He didn't count the four knives he had strapped to his body under his clothes.
Halloween was always weird, and he wasn't taking any chances. Especially with the run-down monstrosity that loomed ahead of him.
"Yo, Sammy! I'll be back at ten to pick you up." Dean called from behind him. Dean had a date with Sarah Beth Johnson, and he was relieved they'd have the cabin to themselves. At least until ten.
Slowly, head down, Sam joined his classmates walking through the gates.
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