Chapter One: Aaaand, We're Back
It was extremely windy in Arizona when all hell broke loose.
Well, not all hell. They'd dealt with that before, and from recollection it was not a particularly joyous event. Very few fond memories arose from that particular occasion. In fact, none at all for Dean. Well, except for that time with him and Cas...
The old, abandoned warehouse they stood in creaked due to the expansion of the metal in the hot sun and the tremulous storm brewing just outside. It was odd, and a little cliched, that the brother Winchester's seemed to quite often end up in warehouses on hunts gone wrong. Then again, it wasn't exactly typical for hunts to go exactly to plan, either.
Dean had no idea how it happened, one moment he was walking towards his brother, both gleefully and uncomfortably aware of Castiel's hot glare upon his, hurm, backside, and the next moment he seemed to have lost control of his bodily functions - not like, in the oh-gods-collapsy way, but in the someone-else-has-taken-the-steering-wheel kind of way. Something else was in his head, pushing Dean into a small corner of his cranium, forcing dean to relinquish control of his actions, spilling over thoughts and memories to the dominating consciousness inside his head. The controlling being turned Dean's body around, noticing Dean's 'pet angel' as it called Castiel in its mind had disappeared.
The thing turned around, and in Dean's voice yelled to Sam "Guess what's back!"
Sam immediately knew what was back by the blackness of Dean's eyes.
Leviathans.
Author's note:
Weeell, this isn't going to follow exactly how leviathans work. It's satirical (or to be). And based on a mildly terrifying chat with my friends. Eh. DEAL WITH IT.
(I love you person/people reading this)
-Z