SUPERNATURAL : Blood Oath

Chapter 1 WILD YONDER

   In Willow Creek Valley, a small town not too far from Michigan, it was really coming down hard. The night sky was filled with dark, menacing clouds, as a torrential downpour threatened to flood the entire town. It did not last long. Most of folks stayed indoors on a night like this but not the Winchester brothers. While all the folks of Willow Valley relaxed comfortably indoors, Dean & Sam Winchester were fighting for their lives in the cold, unrelenting rain. Dean knew that he and Sam were outnumbered.

  They were up against several skinwalkers, maybe seven of them and four vampires. Not exactly what one would call even odds but the Winchester brothers have faced worst odds in the past. Sam swung a large axe with expert precision cutting down two vampires as he spun in a 360 motion. The axe was embedded in the chest of the second vampire but Sam is able to apply just the right amount of torque to pull it out.  Two vamp down, two to go.

As a vampire charged at Sam, he sidestepped and swung the axe with all his might, cleaving the creature's head clean off. Blood splattered across the rain-soaked ground, mixing with the mud and creating a sickening slurry.

Dean had taken down one of the skinwalkers, but the other was proving to be a formidable opponent. It lunged at him, claws outstretched, but Dean was ready. He sidestepped the attack and landed a solid blow with the butt of his shotgun, stunning the creature.

Sam joined his brother, swinging the axe with deadly precision as Dean fired another round into the skinwalker's chest. It let out a howl of agony, before collapsing to the ground, dead.

Dean took on more of the skinwalkers, his shotgun roaring as he fired round after round at the shapeshifters. They dodged and weaved, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy as they tried to flank him.

  He wanted to say the line ""Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?" but unfortunately, in that moment Dean isn't in the mood to crack jokes. The skinwalker flashed his own hideous smile at Dean. His teeth was a dentist worst nightmare. The monsters teeth was yellowed, cracked, and had a strange black bile on it.

The monster had crooked, yellow, fangs that were covered with fresh . "Come on you son of a bitch." Dean taunted the walker. The skinwalker didn't need anymore motivation as he once again charged at Dean who swung the sickle. Dean is ready for him and without any hesitation killed the skinwalker. The blade struck it's mark as lighting flashed across the wet skies.

The rain was relentless, soaking through their clothes and chilling them to the bone. But the Winchesters were fueled by adrenaline and the thrill of the hunt. They had been born and bred to fight the forces of darkness, and they were damn good at it.

Dean had never seen Sam fight like this before. He was gasping for breath, sweat pouring down his face, and blood staining his clothes. But despite the odds stacked against him, Sam refused to give up.

Dean watched in awe as Sam launched himself at the vampire, dodging its claws and fangs with lightning-fast reflexes. He could see the determination in his brother's eyes, the unbreakable will that kept him going even in the face of certain death.

As the fight wore on, Dean felt his own energy flagging. He had been hunting with Sam for years, and he knew just how dangerous this vampire was. But even he had to admit that Sam was something special.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Sam managed to gain the upper hand. With a fierce shout, he plunged a stake into the vampire's heart, ending its reign of terror once and for all.

Breathless and bloody, Sam stumbled to his feet, leaning heavily on Dean for support. "Sam, you alright?" Dean asked, concern etched on his face.

Sam gave him a lopsided grin. "I'm fine," he said, though his voice was ragged and hoarse. "Just a little tired, that's all."

Dean nodded, relief flooding through him. He knew that Sam was tough, but this fight had pushed him to his limits. He couldn't help feeling proud of his brother for coming out on top.

"Honestly, what the Hell was that all about?" Dean grimaced, as he stretched his aching muscles.

Sam sighed heavily as he leaned on his brother's shoulder. "I wish I knew," he replied, shaking his head. "One minute we were investigating a haunting, and the next thing I knew, that thing was trying to rip my head off."

Dean chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "And I thought I was the one who attracted all the trouble," he quipped. "Leave it to my little brother to draw out the crazy ones."

Sam rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling. Despite the danger and the constant threat of death, he loved working with his brother. They had been through so much together, and it had only made their bond stronger.

As they walked back to the Impala, Sam's arm slung over Dean's shoulders, Dean couldn't help but think about the incredible energy and strength that Sam had displayed in that fight. It was a reminder that no matter how tough things got, as long as they had each other, they could take on anything.

The rain continued to pour down, washing away the blood and the evidence of the supernatural battle that had taken place. But the Winchesters knew that they couldn't rest yet. There were always more monsters to hunt, more evil to vanquish.

As they drove back towards town, their clothes dripping and their bodies aching, they couldn't shake the feeling that something dark and malevolent was watching them from the shadows. Willow Creek Valley may have been safe for now, but the Winchesters knew that evil never truly rested.