Whomever was hiding in the woods, they weren't even trying to be quiet.
Or, if they were, they just weren't very good at it.
Sam and Dean had gone in ready – eager, even - to kill. It might have helped to ease the memory of that poor child lying dead in the hellish little cabin.
Soon enough, though, their hunt turned into a rescue mission.
The bigger boy saw them first. He shoved the other boy protectively behind him, then faced the Winchesters, fists raised and ready for battle.
"It's okay." Dean spread his hands placatingly. "We're here to help."
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Sorry for the delay in this chapter. I had my brain fully in "Balls! 2 Redux" mode and took me a bit to switch back over. One more chapter, which should be up tomorrow.
