Distant Early Warning

It stank.

A forewarning.

As Dean and Sam crossed the muddy field, the stench grew increasingly worse. At the bottom of the slope, an old barn nestled right back against the tree line. Pine trees mostly, but also some oaks. Ponderosa pine and Gambel oak, both apparently preponderant in this region of Montana.

How Dean knew this? Because Sam had thought it important to tell his brother when he was researching the strange goings-on in the area.

Despite the heat, Dean wished the wind would die down. Hell, it stinks. What’s it going to be like inside?