Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 15, 2013 5:48:57 GMT -5
Ever since Cass had died and the leviathans had been set free into the world of innocent, unsuspecting people, Dean had been on edge. He'd been waiting for mass killings to start or anything that might point to what these creatures had come back for. But so far all was quiet.
Which is why he found himself in the Impala, seated beside his brother, off to check out a lead from Bobby, like old times. A classic monster hunt that had nothing to do with leviathans. And as much as he hated the things for killing Cass (even though he and Cass hadn't actually been on speaking terms at that point), and he wanted to hunt each and every one of the hundreds of them down to kill them, there was a sort of calming sensation to what they were doing now. Everything almost seemed right with the world, despite how very wrong things actually were.
There was just one kink in the pipes of normalcy. And that was Sam. Ever since the night at the lab when they had sent all the souls back into purgatory (minus the leviathans of course), Sam had been acting even stranger than usual. He'd space out quite frequently, but when asked if something was wrong, he would claim to be fine. Dean had lied about being fine enough in his life to know that Sam was doing the same and it was killing him. He couldn't help if he didn't know what needed helping.
He flicked his eyes sideways as he drove, trying to subtly study his younger brother to see if he noticed anything different about him. Nothing seemed different or out of place on the outside, but Dean could tell something was different on the inside.
He just didn't know what.
Which is why he found himself in the Impala, seated beside his brother, off to check out a lead from Bobby, like old times. A classic monster hunt that had nothing to do with leviathans. And as much as he hated the things for killing Cass (even though he and Cass hadn't actually been on speaking terms at that point), and he wanted to hunt each and every one of the hundreds of them down to kill them, there was a sort of calming sensation to what they were doing now. Everything almost seemed right with the world, despite how very wrong things actually were.
There was just one kink in the pipes of normalcy. And that was Sam. Ever since the night at the lab when they had sent all the souls back into purgatory (minus the leviathans of course), Sam had been acting even stranger than usual. He'd space out quite frequently, but when asked if something was wrong, he would claim to be fine. Dean had lied about being fine enough in his life to know that Sam was doing the same and it was killing him. He couldn't help if he didn't know what needed helping.
He flicked his eyes sideways as he drove, trying to subtly study his younger brother to see if he noticed anything different about him. Nothing seemed different or out of place on the outside, but Dean could tell something was different on the inside.
He just didn't know what.
