Sometimes the hunts that seem the most routine are the most difficult.
Case in point: a simple salt and burn complicated by the fact that a stand of black poplars had overgrown the section of the family plot that held the bones in question.
Who knew that salt-induced dehydration could cause the equivalent of intoxication in Dryope, the local dryad?
Or that drunk, she would still be pissed about that business with Apollo.
Dean's feet dangle inches off the ground, the branches of a young tree twined around his shoulders.
"Any bright ideas here, Sam?"
Sam struggles against the ivy crawling up his legs, pulling him away from Dean.
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Sometimes the hunts that seem the most routine are the most difficult.
Case in point: a simple salt and burn complicated by the fact that a stand of black poplars had overgrown the section of the family plot that held the bones in question.
Who knew that salt-induced dehydration could cause the equivalent of intoxication in Dryope, the local dryad?
Or that drunk, she would still be pissed about that business with Apollo.
Dean's feet dangle inches off the ground, the branches of a young tree twined around his shoulders.
"Any bright ideas here, Sam?"
Sam struggles against the ivy crawling up his legs, pulling him away from Dean.
"You'll be the first to know."