Supernatural

As I watched my brother get into the car and ride off down the dusty gravelled road, it was one of the most confusing, conflicting rushes of emotions I had ever experienced. So many feelings came flooding in all at one time; relief, worry, guilt, freedom – there were so many crossed wires that I didn’t know where to begin understanding and unwinding them.
What Sam had said just a few minutes ago was still lingering long enough to replay inside my head; “I’m in no shape to be hunting. I think it’s best that...we just go our separate ways.” And my reply? I had pushed him away. Told...

Dean swerved the Impala slowly into the gravel area at the front of the small motel. Sam looked out the window, and squinted in the dark at the building they were staying in; at a glance, Sam guessed that it could only hold around twenty guests, and he wouldn’t be surprised if they were the only guests inhabiting it for the next few nights. The exterior looked a little worse for wear, and the bricks had begun to deteriorate and crumble from the harsh winters the area had had in recent years. There was only one light on, which looked like the reception at the front of the building, and Sam...