The challenge word is Dawn and the Winchesters are fighting monsters.
It's screams intensified with the approaching light.
The coming dawn heralding its demise and final defeat.
Blood gouted from them both. From the myriad wounds they had sustained as its claws ripped and slashed at them while they fought to contain it, to prevent it escaping back into the darkness to kill again.
The pure light seared its skin, leaving it to howl its way to oblivion as they collapsed, spent, against each other.
"Let me see!"
Green eyes fluttered, exhaustion and pain stilling the fallen hunter.
"Dean! Stay with me!"
And crimson stains sullied the pale gold of morning.
Happy Birthday Laedie Duske, hope you enjoyed it.
