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They'd been hunting a werewolf in a small town in Kansas- They'd ASSUMED it was just one very hungry werewolf according to the cause of death and how many victims there were..But it ended up being a whole pack of SIX. They'd realized they picked a hospital after hours as their hunting grounds- Taking near defenseless hospital patients as their victims.

"How we doing Dean?!"

"I got THREE silver bullets left!"

Shit.

There were still FOUR left.

The older Winchester had his back pressed against the wall as he hid next to a vending machine, and Sam hid behind a table he flipped over. Cocking his gun he fired shots at the nearest werewolf- The smallest. But small still meant DANGEROUS. He'd missed the heart by barely a few inches, and suddenly he was fighting off the werewolf on top of him.

"SAMMY!"

Blood curding screams escaped the younger in absolute AGONY as the werewolf clawed at his stomach, and he was coughing up blood at the mouth.

He was going to die, wasn't he?

The older Winchester FIRED the last of his silver bullets into the werewolf on top of him, shoving it out of the way so it wouldn't fall on the younger.

But it was too late.

"No no no- Hold on Sammy. I'm gonna get you out of here. Just listen to my voice okay?! SAM!"

Bloodied hands pressed on his stomach to put pressure on the wound, coughing up blood, a pained expression on his face. Groaning in agony and excruciating pain- He didn't know if he could HOLD ON that long.

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𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌. The anger, the rage, that he’d so intimately grown familiar with over the millennia, it all bubbled right beneath the surface, and his BLAZED as Lucifer glared at God. At Chuck. 

Oh how he wanted to rip him apart-- 

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Mels always knew she was not like her siblings--the whole ability to control nature set her apart.    She was able to enhance nature as it were, use vegitation to fight for her if need be but she preferred to keep her flowers in bloom.     This section of the forest was something she claimed as her’s.    There was nothing dead or dying here, just so much life.   She rested her hands above a wild flower and made it become in full bloom.

“There we go,” she said, proud of her achievement.