The challenge word is Storm and the Winchester world is dark and brooding.

He stands, swaying slightly, arm held in tightly to his body as the storm rages around him.

Leaden skies pregnant with rain shadow his pale face, flashes of distant lightning sparking in his pain-dilated eyes.

He starts, as his brother appears from the darkness to join him, the wind masking the noise of his movements.

"We need to go."

The words blow away, whisked into the distance with the leaves torn from the trees.

Somehow neither of them can move.

Their eyes drawn back to the grave before them.

Their hearts heavy with grief as dark as the storm.

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