SPN One Shot

Blood Brothers{An SPN One Shot}

This one shot was written for @cwSupernatural aka macandreads SPN one shot purgatory contest. Sorry they wouldn't let me tag your SPN account for some reason.

Dirt flies as a dent is made into the earth. Thick, dark globs rise from the dust and Leviathans are formed. The hunter, vampire, and angel are surrounded.

            "Son of a..." Dean grunts as one wraps their arms around him. He struggles against the creature, getting one arm loose and elbowing it in the stomach. It lets go and he turns to kill it. He hesitates for a split second when seeing that it is a woman before chopping her head off.

The small battle doesn't last long and the three soon triumph as they look at their dead predators.

            Benny breathes in the fresh air, well as clean of air as he can get in this place between heaven and hell. Wiping the black ooze off his blade, he looks to Dean. "Let's get out of here before they come back to life. Damn freaks."

            Dean twirls his blade and wipes sweat from his brow, he gestures for Benny to lead the way. "It'd be nice if we could find a water source." Dean follows the vampire he, for some freakish reason, has almost come to trust. If only his dad could see him now. I bet he's rolling in his grave. His eyes ever aware, Dean scans the woods as they walk. He looks behind at their third, lagging companion. "Cass! Come on! We ain't got all day!"

            The angel looks around. "Don't you miss color? Or hearing the simple flutter of a butterfly's wings? Or the smell of fresh spring flowers?"

            Dean rolls his eyes, but Benny nods his head the teeniest bit. "I do actually." He chuckles, "it's been a few years since I've enjoyed the simple pleasures of life."

            Dean snickers, "yeah, I'd like to get out of this crap-hole and enjoy the simple pleasures too, if you know what I mean." His lips curve to one side in a suggestive grin. Benny shakes his head, but doesn't disagree with him.

            Cas looks at him, head tilted. "No, I'm afraid I don't. Please explain."

            Dean smacks his friend on the shoulder. "The pizza man, Cas. The pizza man."

            "Oh yes. I..." He furrows his eyebrows. "I remember that. Unfortunately."

            Dean chuckles, "you'll never live that one down buddy. Meg has her claws in you now."

            As they near the river, growling is heard in the distance. The rustling of leaves to the east turns the hunter's head and a werewolf sprints towards them. The monster knocks Cass down, his back hitting the solid earth and making leaves fly around him. A loud howl erupts from her before she goes for the angel's throat. Before she even has a chance to sink a tooth in, Dean shoves her off Cass, making her roll in the dirt. She jumps up, claws extended and leaps at the hunter, who grabs her by the throat and tosses her up against a tree. Her back hits the bark causing her jacket to tear. Dean walks up to her, wrapping his fingers around her neck and lifting her off the ground. The knife from his hand makes a deep plunge into her stomach and he lets her go as she slides down the trunk. She is not dead of course. Not yet. She's only injured badly. Only silver can kill a werewolf. Taking the blade that he always carried on him from his inside jacket pocket, Dean slices her throat and blood spurts out, a few drops landing on him. He didn't care, it mixed in with the dried mud, grime, and blood that he was already covered in. One thing he did miss about life on earth was long, hot showers.

            Cass stood up, brushing himself off. "You didn't have to kill her you know."

            "Technically she's already dead, can't really kill anything twice."