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Supernatural creature on bridge7/12/2023 ![]() "Then get your ass out of the bathroom so I can take a…" "Burning daylight, man."ĭean waved him off, grimacing at the fishy taste at the back of this throat. Sam frowned at the comment, but stood his ground. Bet Freud would have something to say about that…" "Dude, this job-I had a dream about a friggin' baby. You pack the machetes." Dean paused, remembering what he'd been dreaming about. "I thought you'd be in a hurry to get to the blackjack tables in Tunica." Yeah, that shrug didn't go a whole hell of a long way in covering his nervous jitters, but Dean didn't comment on it. "Want to get it over with," Sam said, and shrugged. His leg gave a deep-ached protest when he rolled off the mattress, but he resisted the urge to rub the muscle, which would call attention to the fact that he hadn't let it heal properly. If you want to eat before this hunt, we need to get a move on."ĭean took the hint and threw back the covers with a groan. Not knowing precisely that was the very reason he regretting taking up the offered 'family suite.' Good price or not, the distance sucked.ĭean wiped the grit out of his eyes. His hair was slicked back from a shower, eyes bright, which probably had more to do with the waft of caffeine trailing from his room than the soap.ĭean wondered how much sleep his brother had gotten after he closed his laptop. ![]() Sam spat paste suds into the sink and peeked his head into his brother's room, toothbrush still in one hand. The door to the bathroom they shared was ajar, leaving Dean a glimpse of the lone mirror, a reflection of the current occupant. At least not without the help of Jack, Jim, or Jose. Let's hunt these bitches."ĭean was surprised when he woke up the next morning to a high-hanging sun and the smell of coffee, mostly because waking up implied he'd slept, and that was one thing he hadn't been doing very often of late. Turns out, it was the Ho-ha-pe luring them to the water."ĭean cocked a brow. And, though they reportedly prefer attracting male prey, apparently there's a legend of these Indian maidens walking along a river bed and hearing a baby crying. "Not sure, but this account of the Water Woman caught my eye. ![]() Remembered that his brother had heard the cry, too. Much like every evil Ariel around the globe… What about the baby cries? Coincidence?"ĭean almost offered up " Complete bullshit?" as another option before he looked down at Sam. "And the Ho-ha-pe are known for their long flowing locks. I'm sure of it."ĭean scanned the site's page. Whatever is killing prefers young men, while a Rusalka created from a baby would probably want to punish young women, mother figures. There's a report from the mid 1800s of a shape-shifting river creature in Alabama that ate a local. "I know, I know," Sam admitted, "but that doesn't mean there weren't any on this side of the Mississippi River. "But this legend is from the West Coast-kinda a long distance for something that travels by water, isn't it?" A Ho-ha-pe." He scrolled the page down for Dean to read. Sam pulled the computer closer, tapping the screen. Maybe it's not a Rusalka, but something with the same M.O." But, I was thinking, Dean… Maybe we're taking this too literally. No strange suicides or murders in the area…And, no one reported killing their own kid, of course. "Well, obviously, looking for death records was a bust. "Got something?" Dean shot up from the bed, crossing the room in a stride. He was leaning in close to the screen, eyes narrowed with curiosity, face aglow with the light off the page. Yeah, that guy.ĭean picked a broken rubber band out of the stack of papers on the bed and flicked it at Sam's that-kid-needs-a-haircut-ASAP. That said-cry may or may not have been fake-Satan pulling a practical joke. That hearing a baby crying wasn't at all upsetting. That his head wasn't completely screwed-up. And he knew evil.īecause silence gave him a chance to think about the person in the room with him, the one pretending absolutely nothing was wrong. Stick-up-her-ass Sparks had harped on Sam for their inability to be Church mice, so even that was a no-go. He'd settle on just having the tv turned up a little but apparently their hostess, Ms. What he wanted was to hear his baby's engine in front of him and AC/DC rattling his seats. He held on to the clack of Sam's fingertips against the keyboard, the swish of each page he flipped through, the slide of cloth on gunmetal. S7, between “The Mentalists” and “Time for a Wedding."ĭean didn't take comfort in silence. Summary: Cry Baby Bridges are a nationwide phenomenon, and usually no more than urban legend, but Sam and Dean get more than they bargained for when they investigate one in small town Mississippi.
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