Let's Go Take a Howl at That Moon
Clouds split the sky in two; a complex fusion of blues and purples and stars on one side, inky gloom on the other. The evergreen forest is dark below, but never dormant, tinted blue in the moonlight. Canopies rise and fall with the crests of hills.
The moon is bright and full as it illuminates the highest point for miles: a cluster of uneven rocks. Moonlight throws a figure into silhouette. He carries a thick blade with a jagged edge, his grip firm as if he's afraid of letting go. He reaches the top of the rocks and waits. After a while his foot begins to tap out a regular rhythm, his shoulders roll with impatience.
The clouds, continuing their slow, endless journey across the night sky, gradually hide the entirety of the moon from view. The silhouette of a tall figure is fainter now, the forest even less inviting. Just as the final curve of the moon vanishes from sight, a second figure joins the first on the highest rock. Bent over with his hands on his knees, he wheezes. Each breath is an ice-cold, hollow puff of stale air.
The shorter of the figures straightens and observes the hidden moon with his companion for a few moments. Then the taller one turns to the shorter one and the shorter one pretends not to notice, his gaze fixed on the seemingly moonless sky.
The taller figure's heated glare is lost in the darkness as he says, "Well this sucks."
THE END
Author's Note: This is Supernatural, people—when does anything go right? Thanks for reading! :)