@firstsoncain || a meme continuation || from here.
abandoned, rundown house in the middle of nowhere. impala parked out front. it's a typical sight for dean winchester. though there's no one in tow with him this time. no. he came out here alone. seeking to put to end the lives of a nest of vampires he discovered while out this way on a hunt with sam. one that he never told his brother, or anyone else for that matter, about. this one was personal. call it something of a secret passion of his ever since---well---he was one. the time that it truly dug into him. shook him in more ways than he let on. years ago. it's a kept tight fascination of his. fascination. stupid word for it. he's been secretly obsessed with hunting these bastards down in his alone time. no one knows. it's just easier that way.
least no one knew.. til--well--he was found. standing in the doorway of a room that looks like a complete blood bath (because that's what it is) in front of him and hearing the familiar steps of someone who instantly makes dean's stomach drop to his shoes and beyond behind him? dean feels the blood dripping from his fingertips. a keep honing in on the mess he's made of himself and knows that now.. cain is in on part of his little secret. a crimson slicked hand reaches out. takes hold of the doorknob and he closes the door (blocking the view) before taking a backwards step and turning to face cain. he looks caught. busted. lips open and blood-caked face full of remorse and shock.
there's a long pause between cain's expectant stare and dean's tongue finding the ability to form words. what did you do, cain's silent question is brought to life by his very expression. dean's lips wrap soundlessly over the first few attempts to explain himself before he blurts out...
"....they had it coming. four dead hikers.. tracked their belongings back here. i made sure those poor bastards were the last ones that ended up being dinner. i'm not going off the deep end or anything. if that's what you're thinking.." he's not.