Call the Winchesters

“This is truly my nightmare.”

Evan tried not to scoff. “Isn’t that a little dramatic, Lani? It’s just a parking garage.” With a quick glance over his shoulder, he saw Lani walk faster toward him, her uneven gait making her look extra grumpy.

“A mostly dark, wet parking garage with flickering lights. I’m wearing a broken heel and we are leaving the company event without telling anyone. Prime murder victims, my dude.”

Evan held out a hand to Lani as a peace offering, she took it and hobbled a little closer. “I sent a text to Malachi before we came down. If we go missing, he’ll alert the police.”

“Fuck the police.” Lani tried not to smile and squeezed his hand. “Call the Winchesters. I’m pretty sure that shadow just moved.”



3 responses to “Call the Winchesters”

  1. Pretty sure I read the last two lines and heard twin shotguns cocking in my head ✨

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  2. “Who you gonna call? ”

    “Not the police!”

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Ashley “Ash” Story is a genre-fluid writer who runs on way too many cups of coffee, queer chaos, and towering book stacks.

When they are not working on one of several WIPs, they are most likely reading queer romances, watching British cozy mysteries, scrolling Instagram, or wishing they were doing any of those things.

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