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Cya (READ)
"Dean come on man, lets go! I hate this fucking place. It's creepy, it's gross, and who nows maybe the guy is still here! Dean!!!" Sam argued.
"Sammy, you're being a pussy! Now lets check the basement out. Or are you gonna be a big baby and go wait in the car?" Dean sad with a smile.
"Give me the fucking flashlight!" Sam said as he stormed past Dean, towards the stairs.
'Holy FUCK! This is so not cool!' Sam thought despartly to himself.
"I wonder if his down there?" Sam mumbled more to himself then Dean, but Dean still heard him.
"Theres one way to find out." Dean said giving Sam a little shove, to get him moving down the stairs. As they came to the end of the stairs they saw it, everything. The durty old basement, bathtudes ful of what looked like blood, but only god knew what it really was. Everything down there seemed to move, and stench. It made both boys gag.
"You still want to check this out?" Sam questioned Dean, with the biggest puppy dog face he could muster.
"Fuckin' rights I do! If this fuck is down here were gonna kill him like killed all his other victims not just Cassie." Dean said with rage, and deep pain in his voice. It scared Sam when Dean acted like this. It wasn't the cool, calm, and collected Dean he knew and loved, it was scary, visous creature, that had one perpose and that was to kill. Kill whatever he was unleashed to kill. It remined Sam of Thomas Hewitt.
\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\Cassie's Story///////////////////////////////
She didn't know what had presaded her to take the vacation, but she had. All she could think about was getting away. Getting away from everything that had happen at home, getting away from the warm welcoming presence of Dean. 'Wht did everything always come back to him, always?' She'd asked herself that question to many times to even keep track of.
As she drove past an eree old plantation farm house, her tire blow, causing her to lose all controll of her car. As she swerved to re-gain controll, all three of them blow out. The blow out sent her car rocketing to the ditch, then it rolled several times before landing on top of the car. She paniced, as she was strong up-side down from her seat belt, she romaged the area that she could, for her cell phone. The only person she could think to call was Dean.
She searched her speed dial for Deans cell, finally after what seemed like an eternaty, she found Deans number.
"Hello?" Sam answered Dean cell.
"Sam?" Cassie screamed, as she was on the brink of balling her eyes out.
"Sam, put Dean on the phone." She said trembling.
"Um he's in the shower. Cassie whats wrong? Are you okay?" Sam asked with nothing but concren for.
"Um, I rolled my car, and I don't know were I am. All I know is I'm out side an old scary plantation farm."
"Okay, what state are you in Cassie?" Sam asked.
"Um, I think Texas." She said now balling.
"Okay, hang on." Sam said to the girl.
"Dean get you're ass out of shower, Cassie's in trouble!" Sam screamed to the bathroom. All most instently the bathroom door flew open and Dean came storming out, holding a towel around his waist.
"Cassie!" Dean screamed into the phone.
"Dean, I'm scared. And...OH MY GOD! LET ME GO!" She screamed dropping the phone on the ground.
"Cassie! CASSIE!" Dean screamed until the horrifying sound of a chainsaw came into the background.