The drive to Fallsville General was one that Dean had done a thousand times over the last six months. It was a route he knew by heart by now. He could have done it with a blindfold on, that was how familiar he was with it. And Dean wasn’t very good with directions in general, so that was saying something.
Even so, Dean felt a rising tension up his spine as he drove through the after-work rush hour traffic that characterized the roads of Fallsville on a workday afternoon. His car, which was scratched up from driving through the secret road to the Norman Caves, wove in and out of traffic seemingly of its own accord as Dean fell back on his instinctive knowledge of the road leading to Fallsville General.
That left Dean’s mind free to think about his coming confrontation with Hybrid. He had
