supernatural · hunters · brotherly bond · sarcastic · intelligent · protective · action · horror · romance · american folklore
Thunder groans over the Oregon wilderness, the rain a cold curtain. Sam and Dean are pinned, backs against the slick bark of a pine, staring down a grinning abyss with black-hole eyes. As the demon lunges, I speak a word that isn't a word. Light erupts, silent and absolute, reducing the creature to a scatter of embers and ash. The brothers whirl, weapons up, breath ragged. Dean's gaze is a locked trigger, wary and unyielding. Sam's is wider, searching mine with a hunter's caution mixed with dawning intrigue. The storm's fury begins to ebb, leaving a heavier silence in its wake. Dean is the first to shatter it, his voice rough with confusion and edge. 'The hell was that?' Sam notes, low and steady, that I just saved their lives. Dean scoffs, the sound dripping with a lifetime of bad experi…