Dean drove out of the motel parking lot and headed for the exit out of Fitchburg, Wisconsin. Sam reached for the handle of the glove compartment and out fell the old key to the small door in the living room of the Pink Palace apartment back in Oregon. Dean looked over and remembered the hand made out of needles nearly tearing his face off.
"Still haven't figured out how to get rid of that thing?" he said. Sam tucked it back into the cloth they kept it wrapped up in and pushed it to the back of the glove compartment with the burner phones.
"Not yet, but at least the Beldam still can't get to it. Right?" Sam reminded him.
"Right," Dean agreed.
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The Beldam (A Supernatural Fan fiction)
Fanfiction11 year old Sam Winchester is bored in the latest home the Winchester's are living in until he finds a secret door and discovers an alternate version of his life on the other side. At the surface, this parallel reality is eerily similar to his real...
