The full moon was bright, illuminating the silhouettes of both brothers, crouched down in the shrubbery. In Aurora, Texas, the brothers had come chasing a werewolf deep in the woods.
Dean stuck his hand out in front of him, eyes rolling. Ill go front you go out back.
Sam nodded, fingering his shirt collar. Be careful.
Dean lightly tapped his fingers on the gun. Yeah you too.
Alerted by another howl, the brothers ran out of their hiding places.
Less than ten minutes later, the brothers had reached their car, with content smiles on their faces. There was one werewolf less for them to worry about.