Dean lunged toward the horse from the left, as Sam came in from the right, both stabbing upwards into Herne's stomach. With reflexes unexpected of a man so massive, he rolled off the back of his horse and onto the ground. The boys' swords clanged together, jarring their arms.
"Sonofa!" Dean pushed off backwards away from the Hunter, assessing his opponent. Sam did likewise, moving around so Herne was between the brothers.
Herne looked left and right, taking in the situation, and drew his battle ax, "I'm sorry it's turned this way boys. Such a waste of talent you shall be." He spun the hilt, making a swish through the air, ax head gleaming. He crouched low and waited for them to advance.
The boys circled around, shooting each other looks. By this point in the game, language was not a necessity. Sam knew how his brother wanted to attack. He nodded over the Hunter's shoulder. He lunged at Herne, apparently taking the point on their attack. Herne took the bait, bringing his ax in a sweeping arc towards Sam's neck.
With a great push off his feet, Dean used his weight and momentum to get behind a great thrust of his blade. The push carried him directly next to Herne and Dean plunged the sword into the dark lord's side. With a howl of fury, Herne twisted, making his swing glance off of Sam's parry.
But as the Hunter went down, his left fist connected with the side of Dean's head, sending them both crashing to the ground. They hit the flagstones with an almighty BAM! Dean felt his head bounce off the stone, and for the second time in 24 hours, he saw stars and the world swam.
Herne didn't go down as hard and immediately got up, pressing his arms against Dean's throat. The stars multiplied as the air was blocked from Dean's lungs. He kicked frantically at Herne's lower half, his boots catching nothing but air.
"Dean!" Sam raced over, sword pointing down towards Herne. But he should've left the element of surprise, because the Hunter kicked backwards and upwards with a force equal to a small bolder. Sam was thrown 10 feet, slamming into a storefront. He slid down, long limbs in a tangled mess.
"SS!" Dean gagged, struggling for breath. He tried vainly to reach for purchase on Herne's muscled arms. He was not going down like this!!! He curled his hands into fists, pummeling every bare inch of the man.
But as Dean's vision grew blurry, his punches grew sluggish. He couldn't even utter a word as the world grew black, as Dean was quite sure he was about to meet the wheel in the sky.
AN: sorry its so short...:D enjoy the finale tonite everyone!!! i will ;)