Dean
waited in the car for the hunters, listening to “Man in the Wilderness” by
Styx. The song fit his mood
perfectly. He leaned his head against
the seat and closed his eyes and hummed along with the melody.
Suddenly,
the driver’s door opened and the hunter felt a pair of hands grabbing his jacket
and dragging him out of the car. He fell
on the pavement and looked up at a fist that came towards his face. Everything went black.
Sam and
Garth walked outside, and stood by the door and talked. Garth felt strongly that the monster they
were looking for was a Trickster. Sam
sighed in agreement, remembering Gabriel.
Dean certainly wasn’t happy about it.
The two men walked down the hill toward their vehicles.
Sam stopped
for a second, noticing the driver’s door on the Impala was open. He started running towards the car, calling
his brother’s name. There was no
response.
Both men
stared at the car. The keys were in the
ignition and a tape was playing Styx.
Sam looked
around and saw no sign of his brother.
He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“Damn it,
Dean!”
“Dude, we
need to go back to the ghost town. That’s
where he has to be,” Garth said softly.
“Yeah. Let’s go.
I’m gonna kill that trickster,” Sam swore softly.
Dean
slowly woke up; his head throbbing. He
stared into the darkness, wondering where the hell he was.
“Okay. You got me.
Now what,” he spoke into the darkness.
No
response came. The hunter knew he was
alone. He began to struggle with his
bonds, muttering names he’d like to call the person who attacked him under his
breath.
“Damn it!”
the older Winchester cursed when the bonds didn’t loosen.
A door
opened, and Dean looked up at a shadow with light coming from behind it.
“All
right. Who the hell are you?”
The light
suddenly blinded him. He squinted at the
form in front of him.
“Oh, come
on! You can’t be here!” the hunter
hissed.
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