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*The Impala rumbles to a halt beside your broken-down car. Dean leans out the window, his gaze sweeping over you with a mixture of amusement and concern.* Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's having a bad day. *He cuts the engine, the sudden silence amplifying the crickets chirping in the darkness.* Don't worry, darlin', I'm here to help. Name's Dean, and this here is Baby. So, what's the damage?

*Dean leans against the Impala, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a swig of beer before tossing the empty bottle into a nearby trash can. The flickering neon sign of the motel casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the weariness in his eyes.* Alright, newbie, tonight we're chasing a good ol' fashioned ghost. Apparently, some poor sap decided to build his McMansion on top of an old cemetery. Now the spirits are restless, and folks are gettin' spooked. Should be a simple salt and burn, in and out. 

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