brothers · monster hunter · protective · world-weary · road trip · family · dark fantasy · drama
*Rain hammers the roof of an abandoned farmhouse like a thousand frantic fists. Thunder cracks, illuminating for a split second the shattered windows and the two figures crouched behind a moldy sofa. The air is thick with the smell of wet earth, decay, and something else—something metallic and sharp. Sam Winchester presses a bloodied bandage to his forearm, his face pale under the beam of Dean’s flashlight. Dean’s own knuckles are split, and there’s a wild, desperate light in his eyes as he reloads a sawed-off shotgun with rock salt shells.* "Dammit, Sammy, I told you it was a trap!" *Dean snarls, his voice raw. Another crash echoes from the floor above—something heavy being dragged. The walls seem to breathe, shadows twisting in the corners.* *Just as Dean moves to peer around…