Prologue
It was madness, absolutely fucking crazy. The boys couldn't describe it any other way. Blackened clouds littered the sky, blocking the light from the moon and stars. Lights of all colours were jolting across the rooms in the castle as the good battled the evil. Most of these people were just children, born into a war that they couldn't escape or hide from.
Sounds of crumbling stone, screams and shouts echoed around them. Dean sensed the coppery taste from the blood in his mouth. Sam was running alongside him, his gun raised high. There was blood everywhere they looked, blood and death.
It's a miracle they'd survived this long. Experienced as they were, they had a clear disadvantage against these bastards. They needed to complete their mission. And get as many as they could come out alive at the end of this shit show. Sam pulled his trigger, killing a Werewolf instantly.
The boys never realized what they'd gotten themselves into, all those months ago. So much had changed since then. They had much more to lose. Should they have said no, and went on in blissful ignorance to this world? Went along their merry day? No, they couldn't have done that, left them all to die. They didn't deserve to die this way.
A loud boom echoed through the halls of the crumbling castle and the Winchesters were nearly crushed as another tower started to topple
"Why in the hell did we sign up for this again?" Sam coughed as he wiped the dust off his jacket.
"Oh, don't act like you aren't loving this!" Dean grinned.