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•CASPER . . . THE UN-FRIENDLY GHOST•
After getting off the phone with Sam, Katie and Dean searched the lot until they found an unlocked car—which Dean easily hot-wired before he sped off down the road towards the house Constance once lived.
"So, what did Sam find out?" Katie wondered as Dean sped down Centennial highway.
"He went out and talked to Constance's husband—confirmed the story. Turns out he was unfaithful. So we're definitely dealing with a woman in white," he informed, filling her in on everything Sam had told him.
Katie nodded in acknowledgment, quirking her brows up in surprise. "Awesome," she muttered, not sounding all that enthused. Just another day on the job, she supposed . . .
After a few minutes, Dean and her finally arrived at the old looking house and swiftly jumped out of the car when they noticed the Impala was parked in front of the porch.
Katie could see Sam in the front seat, the eerie looking women above him. "Dean!" she yelled, drawing his attention before she tossed him his gun.
He caught it swiftly before they both fell into a sprint when they heard Sam's shouts.
"Sam!" Dean yelled.
Through the window of the Impala, the two were able to make out Constance on top of Sam. Katie couldn't help but cringe thinking—she was one ugly mofo.
