THIS OCTOBER…
Shoes crunched softly in the snow as they walked down the street.
Dean stopped to look back when he felt the faint presence of Cas’ body next to his vanish.
Cas was frozen in the middle of the street, ears and eyes attuned to something imperceptible to Dean—or anyone else, based on their confusion.
“Lights off,” he whispered harshly, ushering them between the tight, cramped space between the nearest two houses.
Cas’ hand covered Dean’s mouth. A jackrabbit pulse was flush against his cheek. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Dean could see how far away Cas’ eyes looked. Was he having a flashback?
Just as Dean was about to move away, he heard footsteps on the other side of the street, crunching rapidly through the snow. Far away at first, then closer, accompanied by harsh breaths.
Someone was running toward them.
The sound was followed by another rushing gait and an odd, throaty noise.
No, someone was running from something.
“No, no, no—!” a woman screamed as whatever it was caught up to her, cutting her off with a crack.
Dean wrestled in Cas’ grasp, a lifetime of hunter’s dogma telling him to go help, but Cas’ arms remained firm.
“Look,” he whispered, barely perceptible over the slurping sounds.
Between the cracks of the houses, illuminated only by the stars and the faint glow of the Aurora Borealis in the distance, was a figure.
It may have stood on two legs and worn clothes, but even in the dim light, Dean could see its pointed ears, the ichorous splotch of blood dripping down its fanged mouth, and its elongated fingers with furling claws hooked into its victim. The creature stopped drinking, looking up for a moment before screeching and hauling the body away to parts unknown.
As it looked up, its enlarged pupils glowed softly, holding stars of its own inside the void of its sockets.
Whatever the hell it was, these weren’t vampires Dean had ever seen before.
COMES A TWISTED TALE OF BLOOD AND DARKNESS!
Few areas in the world are subject to the polar night phenomenon, a period where the sun never rises above the horizon.
When Castiel Novak reaches out to the Winchesters for help, convinced that vampires are about to descend upon one such town during the upcoming polar night, the boys head up to Point Hollow, Alaska to clear the nest before night descends.
What was meant to be a three-day stay, tops, devolves into sixty-five days of bloodshed and darkness as resources dwindle and bodies start dropping. Overwhelmed by the calculated organization of the creatures and the size of their nest, it quickly becomes clear that there’s more to the ‘vampires’ than initially seemed.
They’re cunning, they’re ancient, and they’re powerful—and they’ll stop at nothing to be satisfied.
But between the starving people and starving creatures, Dean manages to find solace in Castiel—who just might be holding a secret himself.
One that is key to destroying the creatures and their master, once and for all.
"...for they shall be satisfied!"
Coming to an Ao3-supporting screen near you! Satisfy YOUR thirst this October!
Rated E for Explicit. Contains Major Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence.
Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate First Meeting, Casefic, Minor Character Death, Slow Burn, Arctic Setting, Isolation, Survival Horror, Canon-Typical Food Issues, Inspired by 30 Days of Night
