If the Winchesters had seen this warehouse on the drive in, they wouldn’t have remembered it. The gray gave no clues of its newness; the walls were stained with unrecognizable graffiti and rust coated parts of its exterior. It could have been older than Lawrence itself.
Dean pulled up along the street, not in the driveway. A growing dread plagued him - usually they had some idea what they were doing before they invaded a paranormal hideout. “So, what’s the plan?” Sam said in a hushed tone to his brother as Dean quelled the roar of the engine. (The Impala was not very good for stealth missions.)
“Stay quiet, don’t die,” he shrugged, masking his uneasiness. Sam raised an eyebrow, obviously not fooled by the facade, but he didn’t comment.
Dean palmed Ruby’s knife, Sam loaded his gun with rock salt. THey appeared to be alone, though whispers of movement echoed around them, putting every sense on edge.
No signal was necessary. The Winchester brothers acted as a seamless unit, instilling in every being the only emotion besides bloodlust that monsters are capable of - fear. Dean tested the doorknob, then stepped back to allow Sam to pick the lock (which took him all of maybe 30 seconds). This was home to Dean, not the shadow of a normal childhood rattling in the back of his brain. Wordless communication, code words, sunken black eyes flying open as evil fire was extinguished by cold steel - black and white, good and evil, two brothers on the front line.
Chains dangled from the ceiling, making subtle clinking sounds, but there was no draft. Sam and Dean exchanged a knowing look.
Sam found a dimly lit desk area littered with leaflets - new, printed on computer paper, it could have been any business report or simple shopping list, if not for the language it was written in. Not Latin, though it used the Roman alphabet, and nothing Sam recognized. Fascinated, he stuffed several handfuls of the paperwork into his pocket.
“Sammy!” Dean’s voice sent adrenalin through his body; Sam drew his gun again but to no avail. Something cold and hard collided with his head with what felt like the force of a freight train, and the younger Winchester went down with his blood spilling onto the ground.
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Ancient Powers
ParanormalSam and Dean go work a case in their hometown of Lawrence, Kansas, to find that they don't know quite everything about demons. *contains one of my OCs.
