You know your days are numbered,
Count them one by one,
Like notches in the handle of an outlaw's gun.
(In Time - Mark Collie)
After Dean collapses back in an explosion of gore, Roy and Walt stand in uneasy silence. Neither of them says they're waiting for Dean to fulfill his promise, leap up with an unholy roar and tear both their throats out with his fingernails. (He's come back before, he's already done it once.)
A minute passes as they wait, blood oozing down the headboard like honey and pooling on the motel sheets. Neither corpse moves, and the tension gradually fades from their trigger fingers.
Finally, Walt risks a soft huff of relief. Wow.
Roy huffs back. I know. The Winchesters were legendary, but nothing could describe meeting them face-to-face and dangerous. (Staring at Roy and Walt like the only thing keeping them alive are the guns in their hands.)
"Jesus."
"Tell me about it."
Now the Winchesters were dead, the post-hunt high took over. They laugh, breathy, disbelieving, convincing themselves of their victory. They could forget the Winchesters' sheer force of presence, ignore sharp eyes and razor teeth and grim promises (I'm gonna be pissed…)
While riding on adrenaline and endorphins, it all seems like empty bravado. (just rumors and grapevine talk and completely bat-shit crazy stories that can't be true.
Could they?)
Walt and Roy put their masks back on and quickly head back to their car, trying to stifle their punch-drunk chuckling. In a po-dunk roadside motel the police response will be slow, but not by a lot. (If the hunters are lucky, the half-deaf counterman won't have heard anything at all, and he'll only call once he goes to clean the room after check-out time.) But there's no use tempting fate, so the two hunters peal out of the parking lot with a squeal of tires. Less than ten minutes in and out. One of the quickest jobs they've worked.
(And in a month or two, Roy and Walt will swing back into town to take care of the corpses of two John Does. Just in case.)
They roll down the windows, turn the car towards the sun, and play the music loud, laughing and joking a bit too forcefully. Trying to ignore the voice in the wind that howls after them. (when I come back… )