Fallen [Dean Winchester FanFiction]

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Thirty-One

South Fork, Colorado; 6:13 P.M...

Sam had been leaning up against his rental car for over half an hour. He'd taken yet another glance at his watch, then looked up to see that the sun was beginning to set in the far distance. Blowing out an anxious huff, he went to fish out his phone from his pocket to dial his brother when a familiar rumbling reached his ears. He whipped around, and caught a glimpse of the Impala coming toward him down the dirt path. It rolled to an abrupt stop behind his car before the engine was silenced and out came Dean, a murderous expression on his face. Their eyes quickly met, and the older brother stalked forward as Sam moved to meet him half way.

"You geared up?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

"Good. Let's move. We've waisted enough time."

"We need to think of a strategy," the younger of the two said. "If we go in there guns blazing, we'll end up getting ourselves killed, or even worse; we could end up putting her at a greater risk."

Dean glared at him. "Greater than this mess you dragged her into?"

"I didn't drag her into anything. She wanted to help."

Closing his eyes, Dean raked a palm across his jaw, blowing out an impatient sigh. "Alright. You got two minutes to think of somethin', otherwise I'm marching in there and ain't a damn thing stopping me."

Given a short timetable to work with, Sam knew it would be impossible to come up with a foolproof plan that fast, and that was exactly what Dean was counting on.

Against the younger Winchester's warning, both men now stalked toward the abandoned edifice, guns and angel blades drawn. As they approached, Sam pointed out it would be wiser to find another form of entry in case there were any demons lying in wait. Taking heed of this suggestion, Dean led the way around the building in search of another window or door they could slip through. They eventually came upon a service entry once used by large trucks to transport lumber, and after picking the lock on the rusted chain, the brothers silently made their way inside.

It was dark and damp. The surrounding area was piled high with decaying tree trunks, and reeked of wet moss and mold. Both of them agreed that in order not to attract any attention, they were not to use their flashlights. What little remaining sunlight flooded through the holes in the worn-down ceiling would have to be their only guide until nightfall.

Other than the sound of their steady breathing, it was eerily quiet around them. With great trepidation, they looked for another door that would lead them deeper into the building when approaching footsteps could be heard in the distance. Acting quickly and silently, both men hurriedly ducked behind a large column to avoid being seen.

Clutching tightly onto his angel blade, Dean peered around the corner to see two demons appear from behind a pile of lumber as they strolled across the room.

"I'm telling you," spoke the female demon to the male. "That bitch has it coming. Do you know how long it took me to get this stupid meat suit? Three months! I can't believe she almost killed me!"

The second demon laughed in response. "Weren't you warned on the Winchester's whore? You need watch out next time."

"There isn't going to be a next time. I'm gonna gut her like a pig."

Sam felt his brother tense beside him. He leaned closer, hissing in his ear, "Dean, don't."

However his warning had gone unheard. The anger that suddenly surged inside of him drove Dean blindly out into the open. Panicking, Sam lurched forward to try to grab a hold of him before he made their presence known, but his movements had been too slow. Before Sam could even blink, his brother had charged the demons.