PIT BABE: the dark nexus

Crossing Realms: Reuniting with the Lost

Dean's eyes snapped open, the remnants of the vivid dream still lingering in his mind as he bolted upright in bed, his heart racing.

Beside him, Jeff stirred, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he too was pulled from the depths of sleep.

" Phi?" Dean's voice trembled as he reached out, his hand finding his brother's shoulder in the darkness. "Are you awake?"

Jeff blinked rapidly, his chest rising and falling with each frantic breath as he struggled to make sense of their sudden awakening.

"Yeah," he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm here."

Sensing his brother's distress, Dean pulled Jeff into a tight embrace, the warmth of their shared hug offering a small measure of comfort amid the confusion.

"It's okay," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "We're okay."

Jeff nodded, his fingers clenching the fabric of Dean's shirt as he sought solace in the familiar presence of his brother.

"What... what was that?" he whispered, his voice trembling with fear.

"I don't know," Dean admitted, his own uncertainty reflected in his words. "But we're together, and we'll figure it out."

As they held onto each other, the echoes of their shared nightmare still reverberating in their minds, a sense of unease settled over them like a heavy shroud.

But in the darkness of their room, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, they found solace in the simple act of being together.

From their hidden vantage point, the demon hunter boys observed Dean and Jeff's emotional reunion, their invisible presence shrouded in the shadows of the room.

North, always quick with a sarcastic remark, couldn't resist the opportunity to lighten the mood, despite the gravity of the situation.

"Hey, love brothers, save some of that affection for later," North quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's like you've never seen each other before."

His words drew a mixture of glares and chuckles from the other members, who were accustomed to North's irreverent humor.

But Winner and Alan, the more reserved members of the group, remained silent, their attention fixed on Dean and Jeff with a sense of fascination.

As Dean and Jeff continued to cling to each other, their embrace a silent testament to the bond between them, Winner and Alan exchanged a meaningful glance.

There was something about the human boys, a magnetic pull that defied explanation, and it left them both feeling strangely unsettled.

"It's like they have some kind of connection," Winner mused quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alan nodded in agreement, his gaze never wavering from Dean and Jeff.

"We need to keep an eye on them," he replied, his tone serious. "There's more to this than meets the eye."

As Dean and Jeff calmed down, their eyes widened in shock as they took in the sight of the demon hunter boys standing before them.

Jeff's shout of confusion echoed through the room, his voice trembling with disbelief as he demanded answers.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? AND WHO ARE YOU?" Jeff's words tumbled out in a rush, his confusion palpable.

The demon hunter boys exchanged stunned glances, their invisible facades fading away to reveal their true forms.