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The two brothers walked under the red sky the
color of the blood-stained ground,
their heavy footsteps echoing behind them.

Sam took a deep breath filling his mouth with
the taste of dirt and dust.
Dean gripped his gun tighter with sweaty hands.

The sounds of distant screams filled their ears
like they were right next to them.
They walked on, the smell of burning rubber all around.

Fire crackled and a mild, dusty wind seemed
to push them on towards more destruction.
The two spotted an old, rusted car wishing they had the Impala.

Their breath hitched as someone with black eyes appeared.

Dean raised his gun.

Bang.

Another demon
down,too many to go…

The two brothers walk
on under the sky, knowing what lies ahead.

But after years of this life
and trying to keep themselves alive
  along with the memory of their dad it's almost like their ready…

To face the

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