The brothers looked around in bewilderment, unaware of standing slap-bang in the middle of a three-digit footprint, stamped into the ground by some massive creature.
"Where the hell are we now?" Dean blustered angrily.
Sam shrugged, his mind flooded with a variety of theories all of which he preferred not to voice, hoping none applied to their situation.
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A primeval roar filled the air, causing the vegetation around them to vibrate, and the ground beneath their feet to tremble.
Dean reached out a hand to grasp his brother's jacket, as did Sam, Dean's
An enormous shadow fell over them, and Dean yelled. "Run Sammy, the bitch has thrown us into a Godzilla B-movie."