Dean Winchester Novels & Stories

Brought in by a general whose son was one of the dead. Dean leans over. "Too bad the woman has to die." I look at him. "Shut up." He raises his hands. "Just saying. She's pretty. In a dangerous sort of way." "Dean." "Okay. Okay. Shutting up." The Chairman stands. "Everyone to the field. We start in ten. Bring out the prey." The men begin to move. Gathering weapons. Checking equipment. Dean gets up and pulls on his hunting gear. He grabs a sledgehammer, a hunting knife, and a crossbow.