The storm shook the cabin Dean and Sam were sleeping in, the rain pouring down, sounding like the sky was pelting rocks at the roof. They did not expect this storm, matter of fact, the weatherman claimed it was going to be a sunny, cloudless day; perfect weather for camping. Or so they thought. Lightning ripped at the sky in bright flashes and the wind wailed, causing even the largest and sturdy trees to quiver and bend to its will. thunder rolled and resonated in their chests, like the heavy bass at a rock concert. It was not safe to leave the cabin at this point, the storm came so sudden, and it would be madness to try and drive in it. All they could do is stare at the window and wait for the storm to lighten up.
The rudimentary electrical work of the cabin no longer worked, lightning must have blown out the fuse. The only light came in flashes of the lightning, the only warmth was the heavy blanket that now they must share.
"Why didn't you grab the sleeping bags Dean? or any other essentials like.. I don't know... a flashlight." Sam curled up in the blanket, grumpily elbowing Dean who was hogging the blanket.
"Last time I checked, food was an essential."
"Beer and pie are not essentials ,Dean! Especially when you eat all of it you pig!"
"Hey now! I offered you a slice and you said no, don't you pin that on me, Sam. That was all you."
" I can't believe you convinced me to go on this trip in the first place... You know I hate camping... Now look where we are. In the middle of nowhere, in a run down cabin with no food or electricity, in the middle of a storm."
"Hey, you were more than excited to come along when you found out the history this place had, your nerd-ness is what got you into this, not me."
"What? Don't tell me you didn't choose this place for the same exact reason. To think that this place might actually be haunted, you were all in!"
"So what!? How are we supposed to look around now because of this damn storm...Our whole trip is ruined!" Dean kicks an empty beer bottle, grumbling unhappily as he stole back his amount of blanket. "Do you think I can run to the car and back? Maybe get some food and more blankets?"
"Dean you parked at the bottom of the hill, it's dangerous." Sam frowns a bit, considering all the possible disasters of running down a steep hill in the middle of a storm.
"It is worth a shot Sammy, we are going to freeze in here..or starve... which ever comes first at this rate."
"Don't be so dramatic ,Dean... you can get seriously injured. I hate your guts right now, but not enough for you to slip and break your neck. And it is Sam, not Sammy."
"Come on." Dean slowly stands up, grunting slightly from the stiff muscles he had from curling up to get more blanket coverage. " I am the big brother here, I gotta look after my family."
Sam rolls his eyes, scoffing " Stop trying to be a hero,Dean, we can manage for the night."
"No way, I am done sharing the blanket with you, we are adults Sam, it is wrong to be cuddling with my brother instead of a smoking hot babe."
"Oh shut up. If you are going to leave, at least be sure to watch your step... not that I care if you break your legs."
"Awww you care so much for me Sammy."
"It's Sam! As you said we are adults, I am not five!"
"Okay Okay..I won't call you that anymore...Sammy.." Dean laughs and swings open the door, running out.
Dean briskly walked down the hill, his feet sliding in the mud and his pant legs coated in brown mush. "Gross, I should grab our bag of clothes too..." A bright flash of light filled Dean's vision and he let out a surprised yelp. Just a few feet in front of him, a tree got struck with lightning. A fire would have surely started if it were not for the serious downpour, Dean quickly walked passed the smoldering tree, just wanting to get to his car as soon as possible. Rain drops ran down his face repeatedly, running into his eyes and making it hard to see. "Crap, I can barely see right in front of me! How can a storm this bad not show up in the weather report!?" Another flash filled his vision, lighting up and reflecting his black impala. "There you are baby.." He rushed into the car and closed the door to get a breather. "Ok.. Made it to the car... now..what do we need... ok, sleeping bags...check...cooler...check..shit how am I going to carry this? The sleeping bags are going to get drenched..." He scramble to remove the food from the cooler, stuffing the sleeping bags there in the food's place " There...that will protect-" A loud thud came from the top of the roof of his car. "The hell!?" he went to open the door but something stopped him, the rainwater running down his car window was tinted red. and then there was another loud thud on the car and the next thing Dean knew, a body fell from the roof of his car, no, it was kicked off. A second body jumped off the roof right next to the limp body, lightning flashed and reflected what looked to be like a long silver blade. The body on the floor jumped into action, grabbing out a blade of their own, scrambling to get up. Dean was frozen in place, who the hell would have a knife fight in the woods, in a severe storm none the less? Should he call the police? no, his phone was dead, should he go and stop them? hell no, he was unarmed. He stood in horror as he realized something black connected to both of their back. Parachutes? Did they pall from the sky? what the hell!? No.. They moved differently, like they were connected. Another flash of light and the man on the ground jumped into action, lunging at the man, thunder rumbling when their blades clashed together. This was not a fight, this looked like a battle to the death! Dean, against his better judgment opened the door. "HEY! stop it!" one of the figure looked back at him, the other took his chance and stabbed him in the back. Dean ran forward "NO!"
The man fell forward, quickly spinning around and stabbing the other in the chest. A scream and a flash of blue filled the air.
" W-what the..." Dean stammered, staring at the dead body on the ground. " w-what the hell ?!"
The rain had slowed, the man left standing started to slowly walk towards Dean , limping. " it is not safe here human, you must leave." His gravely voice sent shivers down Dean's spine." There will be more, you must leave—" The man fell to the ground, his lower body not seeming to support him anymore.
Dean rushed over , not thinking about how the man just killed someone and that he was armed. " Hey man, you're hurt! We need to call an ambulance!"
"That will be useless. I do not have the human..." Coughs a bit before he continues " human anatomy required to be treated"
"What the hell are are you talking about? You are-" The black objects on the man's back began to move, causing Dean to jump a bit. Dean felt something soft rub up against him. Feathers. "What... What the hell are you?"