"We really are like headless flies right now." Sam watched the desolate landscape flash past the window. "Rather than hiding aimlessly, we should go take a look. If it really is the Horseman of War, stopping it beforehand could save a lot of people."
"You're right. It's settled, then!"
Dean seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his gaze turning resolute as he immediately spun the wheel. The Impala let out a roar and turned toward Colorado.
At the entrance to Black Creek Town.
Thanks to the guild's advance warning, Rufus Turner, Jo Harvelle, and her mother Ellen, the hunters who had heeded the advice, had not vanished in the town as they had in the original storyline.
Dean and Sam successfully met up with them there.
Rufus was an experienced old hunter with a stern face.
Ellen was a middle-aged woman with determined eyes and the vigilant air unique to a hunter family. When Jo saw Dean step out of the Impala, her eyes visibly lit up, but she quickly regained her composure and merely gave him a slight nod in greeting.
She wore neat short hair and had an agile build. Just as Dean had said, she was an independent and strong-willed girl.
Besides them, there were also two middle-aged hunters who had answered the guild's call. They had used materials accumulated over the years to exchange guild points for low-level Power Potions. Their eyes held both nervousness and the excitement of having gained power and wanting to test it as soon as possible.
The six of them formed a temporary investigation team.
The moment they entered town, an eerie atmosphere washed over them.
There were few pedestrians on the streets, but every one of them hurried along with shifty eyes, either avoiding others or regarding passersby with