『 ⛧ 』 ─── THERE WASN’T AN OUNCE OF HAPPINESS TO BE HAD IN THAT MOTEL ROOM. @vintertsarn was right , they had well & done lost the trail they had been on , & Dean was starting to wonder if they were even hunting a real monster. That in itself , sounded ridiculous enough to the average person , but for Dean … Things were really tracking at all like they should.
They thought they were hunting a MONSTER. Though the answer as to what that was , seemed to be eluding them. Sam , Dean , & Sarah were trained to be the very best Hunters the game had to offer , but none of this was tracking ANYTHING they had ever come against before.
People were going missing , but not in a way they hadn't ever seen before. What's more , when they followed the trail to see where they may have been taken to … the trail just ended up going cold. Dean didn't much like any of this , & coming up with worse than nothing , but meeting an end so dead , it almost seemed like these people didn't EXIST ANYMORE.
❝ Yeah , & then we follow that trail , that leads to yet another dead end where it's like these people never fuckin existed t'begin with. ❞ The whole thing sounded nuts when he said it out loud. ❝ Whoever these people are , they ain't messin around. It just feels like we're missing somethin right under our nose in all these scribbles & I can't stand it. ❞ He huffed out a sigh as he finished speaking. Looking at the table of pictures of symbols that seemed to go on forever. ❝ I can't make out what any of this shit means … ❞