Who: Sam & Dean What: fighting vampires and having flashbacks! When: Monday Where: out on patrol Warnings: violence, feels
This was the part Sam hated most. It wasn't often they had to sit and wait until something happened, but every time they did, he felt antsy and restless, as if he ought to be doing something. He was doing something, multiple things in fact-- helping with the research, helping with the search for Nanette Don, helping Tony Stark ward his tower against supernatural beings, patrolling the city to keep its residents safe-- but he had yet to take any real action against the portal and the imminent threat that it foretokened. Even though it was all he could do at the moment, it didn't feel like enough.
Dean seemed to be feeling similarly, which was why they were currently out, taking an extra run on the patrols. They'd both been given other partners, but it felt only natural for them to also be working together some of the time; it would have been strange if they hadn't. Besides, the numbers of supernatural creatures about were increasing, which was all the more reason for the most well-trained hunters amongst them to be out more often, while others rested or worked on the other projects.
He was quiet as they drove, tuning out Dean's music as he watched their surroundings for any sign of trouble. Then, as they turned a corner, he thought he saw a near-human shape duck out of the way of the headlights into the darkness. "There," he said, pointing. Almost before the car had even stopped, he was out the side door, gun in hand, machete under his jacket and knife tucked into the waistband of his jeans. They were the three weapons he'd been using most; the machete in particular, because when he was in doubt about what sort of creature he was up against, he tended to go for hacking off its head. So far it was a decent strategy for taking care of most things he'd come up against.
Heading quietly and quickly towards the corner where he'd seen the figure, he glanced around it briefly before turning the corner, gun out. There was no one there. Keeping his gun at the ready, he turned to look back at his brother and behind them, just in time to see the figure leap out of the shadows towards his brother, teeth bared. In warning, unable to do anything else since his brother was blocking his shot, Sam said quickly, "Dean!"