[s11e1] Out Of The Darkness, Into The Fire 🔥 Premium

The black smoke that had roared across the landscape was gone, leaving behind a stillness that felt like a trap. Dean wiped a smear of blood from his forehead, his eyes darting to the tree line. He could still feel the phantom touch of the woman in the black dress, the Mark of Cain gone from his arm but the weight of her words settled deep in his marrow. "Sam," Dean rasped, his voice cracking. "You okay?"

The town was a graveyard of the living dead. Amidst the chaos, they found a young deputy, Jenna Olson, terrified and clutching a shotgun in the local hospital. She was protecting a newborn baby—a girl whose mother had succumbed to the darkness moments after birth.

In the quiet of a darkened hallway, Dean looked down at the baby. He felt a pull, a strange, magnetic tether he couldn't explain. He moved the infant’s blanket aside, and his heart stopped. There, on the baby's tiny shoulder, was the mark. The Mark of Cain. [S11E1] Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire

"We didn't have a choice," Dean snapped, though the conviction was hollow.

As Sam stayed behind to draw the Rabids away, using himself as bait to find a cure for the infection spreading through his own veins, Dean escorted Jenna and the infant to safety. The black smoke that had roared across the

"It’s a localized infection," Sam whispered, hopping out of the car to inspect a fallen road worker. "Whatever that smoke was, it changed them."

Tell me which character's perspective you'd like to dive into next. "Sam," Dean rasped, his voice cracking

Dean swung a tire iron, the metal clanging against her skull, but she didn't drop. It took three more hits to ground her. He stood over her, chest heaving. "These aren't demons, Sammy. They’re 'Rabids.'"