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Stealth and a hunter's finesse guide him through the house and towards the voice without being seen or heard, his hair, along with a creeping rage starting to bristle on end knowing who it is the words are directed at. His heart starts to hammer in his chest and his breath quickens in response to the realization, as it becomes more clear with each and every step. This is it, the moment where it is up to him and there is no way Sam can or will be able to take this kill away from him. The thought makes his arm burn, the raised flesh of his brand searing the surrounding skin and flushing him with an unnatural yet not entirely unwelcome heat. S

Even through the cloud of confusion he knows well enough that not having his brother beside him in this kind of situation is never a good thing. Taking a shallow breath he calls out into the stillness of the night with a cracked, raspy voice. "S...Sammy...y'here?" Silence. Panic erupts; frightful scenarios ricochet around his head as to why his plea goes unanswered. He clears his throat, intent on bellowing out his brother's name until he gets some sort of damn confirmation that Sam's okay. But, as soon as he takes that breath in, every disjointed thought is consumed and forgotten; reason, logic and even Sam take a back seat to the surge