Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Jul 18, 2023 14:36:51 GMT
━ i’ll keep fighting ... till i got nothing left ━
HIS heavy eyelids and grumbling stomach kept distracting him, mind wandering off somewhere far from the current case they were working on. Hand running over his face, the hunter loosened the uncomfortable tie. “Well, definitely not getting anywhere closer to solving this right now. ‘m fucking hungry… and tired…” Closing his laptop, Dean made up his mind in under a minute, stretching his exhausted limbs. He was just gonna head out for a while, clear his mind and get some fuel. Supposedly there’s this place with the best burgers in the whole state, been craving one of those since he’d arrived. Which was surprising considering he’d been in this town for a couple years now.
Regardless, Dean wasn’t getting anywhere and he was getting beyond frustrated. A good meal and beer was just what the doctor ordered. Heading out, Dean figured he’d go in the road for a bit, drive around Mystic Falls, clear his head, and maybe he’d be able to figure some things out about this hunt. Normally he would’ve had no issue, but lately, he was just exhausted. Physically and mentally exhausted. So much shit had happened lately, and it didn’t seem like things were slowing down anytime soon. Matter of fact, he had this gut feeling that shit was about the hit the fan, and soon. And whatever it was, wasn’t gonna be good.
Pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant, Dean headed straight inside and got a seat up at the bar. ’What can I get ya?’ The bartender asked, “One double bacon cheeseburger, side of onion rings, and a miller lite. Thanks.” And with that the bartender left to put his order in. Just as the bartender put his order in his stomach growled and he clutched it to get it to shut the hell up.
Slouching down into the barstool, Dean rubbed his temple with his forefingers and sighed heavily. It was then when the bartender set his beer down in front of him and he went to take a long and much need sip from the bottle before setting it back down. Thankfully no one he knew was in this joint because he was not particularly in the mood for company right now. Dean was tired as all hell and running on fumes at this point, so having any lick of company was out of the question.
Twenty minutes later and Dean was properly stuffed. The burger and onion rings were exactly what he needed, and instead of finishing the case he was on, he was gonna hit the hay. Fresh start tomorrow was how he saw it.
As he exited the restaurant, he made his way over to the impala, fumbling for his keys that were jammed deep into his jean pocket. “Where the hell…” He mumbled to himself as he finally grasped a hold of the keys. As he approached the Impala he had the feeling that he was being followed and someone or something was close behind. Turning quickly he came face to face with one fugly son of a bitch who was inches away from him, a sinister grin spread across its face. Dean stared into its eyes, or where its eyes should’ve been, now all that was left was an endless void of black. The creature was dressed like it came right out of an old western movie.
What the hell was this thing? He’d never seen anything like it, no creatures he’d ever faced before that looked like this, not that it mattered. He then went scrambling to retrieve his gun as the creature lunged toward him. Side stepping its grasp, he managed to get his gun and pointed it toward the creature and fired. One… two… three.. shots he fired, but the son of a bitch didn’t even flinch. “What the hell? He exclaimed as he held his gun up and aimed at it and fired two more shots as it approached him. “Stay the hell back!” He yelled as he went to fire another round, except nothing came out.
He’d emptied the clip and in the worst possible time.
He scrambled to grab the extra clip that was in his pocket, but his efforts were cut short as he was suddenly grabbed from behind. Dean thrashed against the arms that restricted him in a desperate attempt to free himself, but it was no use. This thing, whatever it was, had supernatural strength and he was rendered powerless against it and within seconds, he was gone, disappearing without a sight.
Dean Winchester had vanished and all that was left behind was the Impala.
Regardless, Dean wasn’t getting anywhere and he was getting beyond frustrated. A good meal and beer was just what the doctor ordered. Heading out, Dean figured he’d go in the road for a bit, drive around Mystic Falls, clear his head, and maybe he’d be able to figure some things out about this hunt. Normally he would’ve had no issue, but lately, he was just exhausted. Physically and mentally exhausted. So much shit had happened lately, and it didn’t seem like things were slowing down anytime soon. Matter of fact, he had this gut feeling that shit was about the hit the fan, and soon. And whatever it was, wasn’t gonna be good.
Pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant, Dean headed straight inside and got a seat up at the bar. ’What can I get ya?’ The bartender asked, “One double bacon cheeseburger, side of onion rings, and a miller lite. Thanks.” And with that the bartender left to put his order in. Just as the bartender put his order in his stomach growled and he clutched it to get it to shut the hell up.
Slouching down into the barstool, Dean rubbed his temple with his forefingers and sighed heavily. It was then when the bartender set his beer down in front of him and he went to take a long and much need sip from the bottle before setting it back down. Thankfully no one he knew was in this joint because he was not particularly in the mood for company right now. Dean was tired as all hell and running on fumes at this point, so having any lick of company was out of the question.
Twenty minutes later and Dean was properly stuffed. The burger and onion rings were exactly what he needed, and instead of finishing the case he was on, he was gonna hit the hay. Fresh start tomorrow was how he saw it.
As he exited the restaurant, he made his way over to the impala, fumbling for his keys that were jammed deep into his jean pocket. “Where the hell…” He mumbled to himself as he finally grasped a hold of the keys. As he approached the Impala he had the feeling that he was being followed and someone or something was close behind. Turning quickly he came face to face with one fugly son of a bitch who was inches away from him, a sinister grin spread across its face. Dean stared into its eyes, or where its eyes should’ve been, now all that was left was an endless void of black. The creature was dressed like it came right out of an old western movie.
What the hell was this thing? He’d never seen anything like it, no creatures he’d ever faced before that looked like this, not that it mattered. He then went scrambling to retrieve his gun as the creature lunged toward him. Side stepping its grasp, he managed to get his gun and pointed it toward the creature and fired. One… two… three.. shots he fired, but the son of a bitch didn’t even flinch. “What the hell? He exclaimed as he held his gun up and aimed at it and fired two more shots as it approached him. “Stay the hell back!” He yelled as he went to fire another round, except nothing came out.
He’d emptied the clip and in the worst possible time.
He scrambled to grab the extra clip that was in his pocket, but his efforts were cut short as he was suddenly grabbed from behind. Dean thrashed against the arms that restricted him in a desperate attempt to free himself, but it was no use. This thing, whatever it was, had supernatural strength and he was rendered powerless against it and within seconds, he was gone, disappearing without a sight.
Dean Winchester had vanished and all that was left behind was the Impala.
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