Sam could just barely hear Dean's soft footsteps as his brother started to make his way around to the other side of the clearing. There was no other sound. Even the birds and bugs were quiet, a clear sign they were in the right place.
Or the wrong place. Depends on how you look at it. Most people would try to avoid being in the same place as a creature whose main goal in life was eating every human it came across.
But then, most people weren't Winchesters.
Sam crept forward, gun in hand, eyes scanning the trees around him.