Supernatural Fic: Fixed Up

Title: Fixed Up
Author: Tanaqui
Ratings: PG
Spoilers: Tag Scene to Supernatural 3x07 Fresh Blood
Length: Exactly 500 words of ficlet. (Yeah, yeah, I know, can't break the drabble habit.)
Summary: Dean and Sam are back on the road.
Author’s notes: This is entirely scribblesinink's fault. (And thanks for the great beta and especially the suggestion I ditch that line. *hugs*)

( The leafless branches reached out menacingly as the car coughed and rattled to a stop. )

Day 214: Fog on the Barrow-Downs

I blame all of this on scribblesinink. A long time back she commented about a Boromir and Faramir drabble Is it very bad of me, that overlaid with your imagery I also imagined two very different brothers in a similar big brother/little brother situation? There must be something you can do with the similarities.... *hopes for LotR/Supernatural crossover drabble* Thanks to her, I've had pesky Supernatural muses all day. So here you are....

Day 214

Fog on the Barrow-Downs

"These are weird." Dean squinted at the dim slopes rising about them.

"Many Native American cultures along the Mississippi built mounds." Sam's history lesson sounded distracted as he panned the flashlight around. "That way."

"Why're we here again?" Dean thumbed a couple of rock-salt cartridges into his shotgun.

"Coupla high-school kids turned up with their throats cut. Their friends said it got real foggy, and they got separated, and then they heard this... chanting. I reckon Barrow-wights."

"Huh?"

"Restless spirits. Something stirred them up."

From their left – to the West – came a ghostly cackle. Dean raised his gun and fired.

(Note: normal Tolkien service should be resumed tomorrow....)