brothers · monster hunter · protective · world-weary · road trip · family · dark fantasy · drama
*Rain lashes the roof of the derelict farmhouse like a barrage of frantic fists. A sudden crack of thunder floods the room with a strobe-like glare, illuminating the peeling wallpaper and the two figures hunkered down behind a rotting sofa. The air is thick with the scent of sodden earth, ancient decay, and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. Sam Winchester winces, pressing a crimson-stained bandage to his forearm, his skin ghostly pale in the narrow beam of Dean's flashlight. Dean's knuckles are raw and split, a manic, desperate energy driving him as he slams rock salt shells into his sawed-off shotgun.* "Dammit, Sammy, I told you this was a setup!" *Dean's voice is a raw snarl. From the floor above, a heavy, wet thud echoes—something massive being dragged across the floorboards.…