Word Count: 14, 505
Summary: Samuel thought he could put his past aside as easily as the Winchester name but he was wrong. Dean never thought he'd be riding hell for leather through the dark streets of London to save his brother's life. As both brothers try to put the past behind them a new threat emerges from the darkness leaving a trail of dead in his wake.
Warnings: Violence, minor character deaths, suicide, language and references to alcohol
Acknowledgements: *facepalms* I was so incredibly brain fried when originally posting this that I left off my acknowledgements. First and foremost I couldn't have done this fic without dauntdraws . She had me locked in on this project the moment she told me the only element I definitely had to keep was replacing the Impala with a big, beautiful, black Friesian horse. She's been an incredible partner to me working on this fic from brainstorming and research to being wonderfully frank about her constructive criticism. I couldn't have done this without her and I look forward to working with her again in this Victorian!Verse we've created together. I also owe a thanks to lady_fetish for helping me get unstuck when I got mired down in places when I was writing in the wee hours of the morning as well as her feedback on the final read. And I won't even begin to get started on how she wound up being the inspiration for the Queen of the Winter Court Fae. *snickers* You are awesome, hon!
( Highwayman )