Tittle: Post Script: Bitch
Challenge: fold
Word Counter: I fed it's unnatural hunger for percision
Disclaimer: I don't own them.

Sam

I killed a Wendigo yesterday. You would've hated the Wendigo, but the woods had a bunch of rare plants you might have found interesting. Right now, I'm holed up in San Diego taking care of a ghost. Same old, same old.

Hope you're having fun.

Dean

P.S. Feel free to call.

Frowning, he let his pen hover. Dean didn't fold the letter into an envelope, or even toss it. He'd been taught that if you didn't want to be haunted, you burned the remains.

Lighter in hand, he sent it to a fiery grave so it wouldn't haunt him.