Dean stopped at the tree line and looked around the overgrown clearing. It looked empty, except for a cloud of energetic fireflies and a few flitting bats.
His cell phone buzzed in his pocket. Ignoring it, he glanced down at the shotgun in his hands. It would probably kill a snake, even one as big as the demon-possessed python he was hunting. If not, the machete sheathed on his back would be getting one hell of a workout.
Hoping he'd live long enough to see Sam again, if only to kick his ass, Dean stepped out into the tall grass.