In which Dean find out his brother is gone.
This was bad.
Worse than they had ever seen it before, and Dean didn't know if that was a sign of the times, or the fact that something major in the game plan had changed, and that in and of itself was a bad sign. He and Cas had brought a team out to go through the wreckage, see if there were any survivors left, and so far they were all coming up empty. There were bodies left and right, but this was different. These people weren't mangled by Croats. They were just dead.
It was reminding him of Cathrage, just the bodies lying all over the place, a giant pit of death for Death. And the fact that it didn't bother him as much as it should, didn't have him on his knees just sucking in the hopelessness of it all was the thing that surprised him the most. He couldn't feel the weight of all that death anymore.
Not with everything that had come before it.
As he rounded the corner, gun sitting comfortably in his hands, ready to shoot the first Croat that came at him, he froze. It was a face that he hadn't seen in a long time, but he would know it anywhere. It wasn't one he very easily forgot. And he was standing, walking towards him, and while there was something in the back of his mind, trying to tell him that there was something wrong with this whole thing, he couldn't help but reach out and try to get a hold of it.
"Sam?"
Worse than they had ever seen it before, and Dean didn't know if that was a sign of the times, or the fact that something major in the game plan had changed, and that in and of itself was a bad sign. He and Cas had brought a team out to go through the wreckage, see if there were any survivors left, and so far they were all coming up empty. There were bodies left and right, but this was different. These people weren't mangled by Croats. They were just dead.
It was reminding him of Cathrage, just the bodies lying all over the place, a giant pit of death for Death. And the fact that it didn't bother him as much as it should, didn't have him on his knees just sucking in the hopelessness of it all was the thing that surprised him the most. He couldn't feel the weight of all that death anymore.
Not with everything that had come before it.
As he rounded the corner, gun sitting comfortably in his hands, ready to shoot the first Croat that came at him, he froze. It was a face that he hadn't seen in a long time, but he would know it anywhere. It wasn't one he very easily forgot. And he was standing, walking towards him, and while there was something in the back of his mind, trying to tell him that there was something wrong with this whole thing, he couldn't help but reach out and try to get a hold of it.
"Sam?"