2163 words.
R, Gen.
Sam, Dean, various OC's.
Disclaimer: Anything recognisable is not mine in the least.
A/N: A whole hell of a lot of months ago, paxlux  asked for fic based on a picture. So I wrote it. Title from Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.

Summary: Nobody’s sure how it started, can’t quite recall whether or not there was a man with a glint in his eye and a gas can in his hands, but it’s not long after that the motel closes down, the owner packs his bags and moves away, and this stretch of highway is avoided. Even less time after that the local council approves the development of a bypass, and now you only drive down that stretch of old highway if you haven’t heard the stories. So listen up.




( a little walk to the edge of town )