There were supposed to be no new stories before the end of The Taste Of Loneliness (which is not far away), but I'm crappy at keeping promises and I couldn't resist. Anyway, it's not just some random drabble – you can take it as a preview of one of the stories coming next. I know it might be weird now, but it'll all make sense with the story.
Enjoy!
Dean crossed the rotting threshold of the house doubtfully. His mind was waging war with his heart, screaming that the action he was about to perform was against all the things he believed in his entire life.
"Dean, are you in?" Eddie shouted. "Two hunters down so far, we've gotta move."
"Yeah, on my way," Dean responded. Dammit, Winchester, you're a hunter. Kill or be killed. He chocked saliva gathered in his mouth and took a stride forward.
He was a few inches from placing the foot down when he felt resistance. He looked up. "I'm stuck!"
Freaking Devil's trap.