The clock in the old bell tower chimed three times and a silence deeper than death fell over the fort.
A harvest moon shining down upon him, John Winchester stood in the center of the parade ground, waiting. A stalking wendigo's putative next victim.
The hunter wasn't worried. He had back-up. A partner he trusted above all others.
Hidden in the ruins of the old stables, hands cradling a flamethrower, Dean kept watch over his father. He prayed that he would be brave enough, strong enough, quick enough, to deserve the trust his father was placing in him tonight.
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