SUPERNATURAL. in which a girl - bek anderson - is found on the side of the road. 8 years later, she has no recollection of her life before that until a pair of brothers walk into the bar. together they hunt the supernatural - saving people, hunting...
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ EYE OF THE TIGER ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ( No Rest For The Wicked )
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DEAN IS running. He's running as fast as his legs would carry him, dodging every tree branch or bush he could until he came onto a clearing. He skidded to a stop as he came upon a rather large and ugly dog. He slowly backed away before taking off, listening to the dog chase after him, growling and barking. It attacked him to the ground but right before he was mauled . . . Dean woke up.
He raises his head, breathing heavy as he looked around. He looks down and pauses for a moment, realizing the ugly dog that was chasing him in his dream was a Hellhound, hence the page he slept on. Sam enters the room. "Find anything?" Dean closes the book and rubs his face. "No. Nothing." He says and clears his throat.
"Well, Bobby has, finally," Sam said, breathing out a smile, "A way to find Lilith."
"Wow. With just, uh, thirty hours to go." Dean says groggily as he glances down at the watch, wrapped around his wrist, "Hey, why don't we just make a T.J. run, you know? Some senoritas, cervezas. We could — what's spanish for donkey show?"
Sam chuckles, "So, if we do save you . . . let's never do that. Hey, hey, Dean . . . uh . . . look, we're cutting it close, I know. But we are gonna get this done. I don't care what it takes, Dean. You're not gonna go to Hell. I'm not gonna let you. I swear." Sam says as Dean turns and looks at him, a small smile playing on his lips until his brothers face morphed into something dramatic before returning back to normal, "Yeah, okay."
They stood around a table in the living room. A map laid on it while Allison and Bobby moved a device over top of it. "Got a name? That's the whole kit and caboodle. With the right name, the right ritual, ain't nothing you can't suss out." Bobby claims.
"Like the town Lilith's in?" Sam asks, looking at the man that was like a father to him. "When he gets done, we'll know the street," Allison smirks up at Bobby who returns the look. Bobby moves the top of the device and it begins to move in a circular motion around the map as Bobby speaks in Latin. Then it stopped. "New Harmony, Indiana. And we have a winner." Says Bobby.
"Alright, let's go." Sam says, quick to get to moving. "Woah, hold up. Just holster it up, there, Tex." Dean stops him.
"What's the problem?" Sam asks.
"What's the problem?" Dean scoffs out a chuckle at his brothers question before he gives him an odd look, "Come on, where do I begin? We don't even know if Lilith actually holds my deal. We're going off of Bela's intel? Now, when that bitch breathes, the air comes out crooked, okay? Second, even if we could get to Lilith, we have no way to bank her. And third, isn't this the same Lilith that wants your giant head on a pike? Should I continue?"
