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In a matter of minutes, Dean pulled his shiny 67’ impala into the gravel driveway of the house they held up at. Then he and Sam bolted out of their doors armed with guns and no idea of what they were up against. The only things they cared about were the lives of Adam, Kay and Sarah, people they left behind without a rash thought. If only they had considered their plan more thoroughly maybe the two young hunters wouldn’t be in this predicament.
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Adam had been pacing the house for the past five minutes, once in a while pausing to sneak a peek out the window in case of unnatural intruders. The only things he kept close were his revolver secure in the waistline of his jeans and the cell phone that Sam had given to him earlier that day for emergencies. He had to give his brothers credit for covering all bases while assuming their little venture out to Clifton Ridge, especially since they’d reluctantly put Adam in charge of...
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“So you want us to ride out on a suicidal mission in the middle of the night,” Dean began cynically at his brother Sam, “Drive to some deserted town that could be infested with a bunch of thousands of bloodthirsty stenches and rescue an unknown group of people who for all we know could be dead or worse…could be demons?”
“Dean, I don’t know but the guy on the other end sounded pretty convincing to me.” Sam confirmed pacing the living room floor after his brother while...
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Sam Winchester had been busily rummaging in the basement with Sarah Blake, looking for any signs of weapons or tools they could use in case of a shortage. Bullets for all of the Winchesters’ guns were nearly scarce thanks to their run in with a zombified crowd of hungry patients and staff back at Little Falls hospital. In a time like this it’s not good to be packing minimal heat, especially when it was the only thing that could keep you alive. Usually Sam and his brother were...
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“Alright, you care to run that by us again hotshot?” Dean insisted, pacing around the kitchen table that Sam, Sarah and Adam had been sitting around for the last twenty minutes while eating breakfast. Kay was still resting upstairs as it was only quarter to eight in the morning, besides her nightmares had been keeping her up most of the night. “You got angel mojo inside you now?”
Adam leaned back in his chair, soaking in the tension. For some reason he seemed to be enjoying...
Opening his eyes for the second time, he heard something behind the door. It sounded like a shuffle of feet slowly gliding heavily across the hard floor, feet clumsily doting through a cluttered area. They had followed him inside the shop where his sadistic heavenly alter ego decided hold up for a recharge, though the nineteen yr old ex-med student from Minnesota couldn’t figure out why.
Hiding in a small bathroom wasn’t exactly a smart idea, considering more of those things to catch on to the scent of blood from the wound on his arm, where...
It was just after seven in the morning when Dean decided to pull the impala to a nearby gas station off on the highway. The place looked deserted as far as the brothers could tell which was perfect considering they’d planned on looting the place for food and fuel. Sarah and Kay awoke to the growling noise of their stomachs, neither of them had eaten anything since yesterday morning and they were too exhausted from hunger to continue any further. Before the girls could step out the car and stretch their...
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“You’ve…got me!” Sam coughed, hopelessly glancing down at the girl passed out next to him. “J-Just let her go, please!”
“That’s very touching…but frankly this isn’t about her, Sam.” answered the mucus looking doctor, circling the hunter and his unconscious friend. “As I’ve told you…this is about something much, much bigger. You, Dean, your friend there, and even me…we’re all just chess pieces in what’s about to come forth.”
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Sam dodged himself around a stretcher, avoiding two vicious infected victims. One looked as though she might have been a visiting mother in a paisley summer dress, the purse still clinging to her boney shoulder. The second victim was surgeon in blue scrubs covered in blood and mucus from the open wound in his chest, though the mask in front of his face could hardly prevent the snapping of his jaws. Their bloodthirsty shrieks beckoned Sam, eyes a deathly glazed white.
Television’s popular series SUPERNATURAL makes history this summer as SUPERNATURAL: THE ANIME SERIES is released in the United States as the first-ever live-action series to be re-imagined in Japanese anime style.