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Shovels in hand, Sam and Dean stared at the old, haggard woman crouching in the middle of the moon-lit graveyard.
"Dude, that hag is ancient!" Despite her ethereal glow, neither of the brothers was entirely sure whether she was a spirit or just old.
"Is she… like… reciting Shakespeare?" Sam gaped.
"In my day I was famous for playing Desdemona in 'Othello'," she croaked, with a whooshing-sound rushing over at a speed that belied her crooked legs.
"More like the skull from 'Hamlet'…," Dean deadpanned.
Both looked at the elder Winchester incredulously; for very different reasons, though.
"What?!" Dean demanded.
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