Angelic Assistance (Dean/Sam/Ariel)
Dean leaned back, tipping his glass to catch the last few sips of his whiskey. They were on a case, first one in a while, and it was already a bitch. Signs pointed to a ghost, but there had been no violent deaths in the town’s recent past.
“Find anything?” Sam asked, coming in the room, having taken a break to shower, now pulling on his clothes.
“Not a thing.”