The glimmer of the moonlight was all that allowed his eye’s sight. The black of the nightsuccessfully hiding his opponent’s face but it failed at easing him into a sense of security.The glimmer of a gun barrel pointed at him was all he needed to feel the rush of adrenaline course through him. Adrenaline and summer heat leads men to do crazy thingslike put their finger on the trigger of a Colt pistol. No demon was going to take him outthis easily. He applied just the right amount of pressure for that clear shot to ring throughthe thick summer night air.“He was a hunter.” The bar owner muttered to his long time friend. “You killed a hunter,the price for that is an eternal necktie. Do you know how many guys are out looking for you right now?” His urgency didn’t sway the old hunter a bit. Lack of empathy andinterest still painted on his leathered face.“They came around here asking for you and I promised to let them know when you gothere.” If the hunter refused to face the seriousness of the situation the bar owner wasgoing to as well.“You’d give me up?” James, the hunter, muttered in his Irish brogue.“I suggest you leave now.” The bartender gave him a hint that he had turned his back onhim, more than just figuratively.Hands scraping through lose soil; his hollowed breathe shows his exasperation. Planting asmall wooden box in the hole in the ground he quickly sets to covering it up with themisplaced Earth. Body erecting to his full height he looks for any sign of this horned, reddemon.A human figure,not unlike himself ,appeared suddenly before him. Man, aged with the
worries only the ones who knows the truth of this world and what is beyond could have,that eternal weight on their shoulders. The hunter’s startle went ignored in the yelloweyes before him. “So a hunter comes to make a deal…”“You can cut your bullshit and get straight to business. I need my life sparred, thememory of what I did erased from the other hunters and for exchange I’ll give you mysoul when I die.”“You may be worth more to me alive besides the pots not sweet enough yet.” Thedemon’s husky voice escaped as he shook his head; that ever present sinister smirk planted on his lips.“Name your price.” The hunter feared the loose of his own mortality more than anything.Leaving behind a son that was too young to remember his face became all too much of the reality now.“Let’s just say when the time comes you’ll know.”
The hunter stuck out his hand from his suede sleeve reluctantly but still shook thedemon’s hand fiercely.Dean’s eyes glanced over the writing on the page again for the straight millionth time.His mind enthralled into the epic story of one hunter’s fight to battle the demons thatensue the Earth. It’s one of those stories passed on by hunter to hunter. Much like a child,Dean only wished his hero was real.“You’re reading that story again aren’t you?” Sam’s foot steps crept into the motelroomand Dean could feel him behind his back.“Maybe.” Trying to make himself less predictabe was impossible task for the elder Winchester.“Come on, Dean there is no such hunter that can live for like 150 years.” Dean’s eyesnever left the story as his brother insulted his intelligence. The bed creeked across fromthe table Dean was seated at, signaling the younger Winchester’s closer presence.“You got a better idea. This will stop you from using those powers.”“150 year old hunter will stop me from using my power?” His deductions appearantlywe’re still lost on his brother.“He’s not a day over 68, like frozen in time.” As his eyes skimmed over the text like achild with a new toy ll while feeling his brother’s annoyance. “Fine we’ll just find himand I’ll prove it to you.” Dean muttered.“Isn’t that kind of a waste of time. The end of the world is upon us and you insist onfinding this hunter.”“Yeah kind of.” They may not have the time for another epic search for a hunter whoknew how to disappear but he was still positive it be worth it.“Where do we even start?”“Geek boy I made you proud. See there is this guy who in 1895, in Lancaster Pennsylvannia, puts a silver bullet from a specially made Colt into the heart of an18 year old boy. He escapes town after an angry mob forms to find him.” A proud grin crossesDean’s lazy lips as he gloats over the found information.“And it sounds like every other drunk bar story from the seventh century.” What a weirdrole reversal. Now Dean was having sympathy pains from all those times Sam’s facts or stories we’re lost on the elder one.“Except this guy was telling people to put salt in their windows and spouting about the
end of the world. Drunk hunter talk.” Sam seemed a little more convinced it was worthhis time now.“His son was sent to a farm to work when he was younger. The wife of the hunter,actually you know took the swan dive after her husband went missing. What your not theonly one that uses geneology.com. Anyway son grows up and works out a deal with thegovernment to perform some wicked chop shop type stuff in a mental asylum inMaryland. Beautiful little place really. Thinking if we want to know anything that’s wherewere’d start.”***********There it stood, even with swollen eyes from the cold; you can’t deny the presence of this building. Fresh fallen snow doesn’t hold a candle to the cold feeling in your chest fromthe brick building. Even with twilight fast turning into dusk, it stands strong like alighthouse. Five floors of gothic terror lay before the two all struck brothers. People wereheld here and horrible, unspeakable things were done to them. Minds altered, hopped ondrugs, and shocked to feeling nothing. A shutter rolled over Dean’s shoulders. No matter how many insane asylums he crept into, the feeling would never fail to overcome him.“You ok?” Judging by Sam’s face, Dean hadn’t kept his feelings all that well hidden. Alook of concern crossing those puppy like eyes and all Dean could do was roll his inreturn.“Yeah I’m fine.” Dean said quite abrupt; pushing away the touchy, feely moment as easyas he was pushing the cob webs in the asylum’s doorway away. His foot pounded downonto the hardwood floors, rotten and creaking, Dean was sure the floor itself wouldcollapse under his weight.Like the methodic movements of hunts pass, they moved from room to room; floor tofloor, EVPs and salt guns out.“Nothing?” Sam asked trying to confirm what their technology said.“Nothing.” Dean’s voice repeating his brother’s words; with a defeated tone as he pulledhis backpack farther up on his shoulder.“Can I help you?’ A voice as soft as the snow falling outside fell over the two malefigures.Sam cast his flash light’s rays on her their female visitor’s form. A small blonde withspiraled hair stood before them, Dean was taken back for a second. You’d expect to seethis sight in a bar not in one of their hunting spots. “Nothing you need to worry about.”With his signature wink he was dismissing the cute but evasive blonde. “Maybe, though Icould get your name and number; we can catch up later.” Turning his shoulder, he came
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