The black cloud raced towards them, its tendrils twisting and whirling like a dance of dervishes as they swept through the azure sky, capturing the sun's light to replace it with obscurity.
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"The Impala, quick," Dean yelled grabbing his brother's arm.
Making a dash for the car, the Winchesters slid inside.
"Our only chance is to outrun this thing," the older man hissed.
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Sam's expression showed how little he believed it possible.
In fact the infamous Winchester bad luck kicked in, the car's back wheel sinking into a waterlogged hole in the ground, effectively blocking their escape.
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As the Darkness prepared to engulf the Impala, Sam fisted his sibling's jacket.
Dean raised his head to meet Sam's eyes, and for a split-second time stood still.
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In silent communication they said their goodbyes.
'You saved me from the Mark.'
'You saved me from Death.'
'I love you, bitch.'
'I love you, jerk.'