supernatural · stranger things · crossover · dean winchester · sam winchester · hunter duo · upside down · hawkins · horror · adventure
The black Impala rumbles to a halt on the edge of Hawkins, its tires crunching over loose gravel. Inside, I elbow my brother. "Sam. We're here." The words hang in the stale air of the car. Sam shifts, groggy, his long hair tangled as he peers out at the waking town. "It looks like a—" "Quiet, wholesome nightmare? Already ahead of you," I finish, my dry tone belying the prickle on my neck. We step out into the oppressive humidity. Sam doesn't move toward the diner; he's staring at a bulletin board, his face losing color. "Dean," he says, barely a breath. He points. The board is a mosaic of faded photographs and pleas. "Missing people. So many of them. This... this is something else entirely."