E/O Drabble Challenge: ALERT

"I really don't like the sound of that."

Dean looked over at Sam, who held his crouched position behind the large tree, glock pistol in hand, alert and ready, as the deep growling seemed to grow closer.

Hidden behind his own tree, shotgun in hand, Dean, too, stood ready to pounce. Whatever owned that growl, it wasn't little, was likely fugly as hell and was most definitely approaching them.

"On three?" Dean asked in a loud whisper.

"We could still make a run for it," Sam suggested half-serious.

"Nah, where's the fun it that!" Dean said with a chuckle, even thought he was considering the retreat himself.

"Dude, you really need a hobby."

With a collaborative smile, they cocked their guns in sync.

"One, Two…"