It had been three weeks since Sam had last seen Dean, well technically speaking it had been 2 weeks and 5 days, but who's counting? Honestly though, Sam couldn't have been happier.
He was currently spending his time in dreary, small towns in New England. He had worked his way up from Vermont, to new Hampshire, and currently he was in Maine. It was a nice time, most of the places he had been were pretty old towns so hey were full of century old ghosts who were pretty easy to stop. He had passed through a town known for witch trials, and he had taken down an entire gag of witches in a day.
He felt on top of the world, he had stopped more evil in the last two weeks than he and Dean had probably done in the last two months.
Maybe he was working so fast and hard to avoid the inevitable thoughts that passed through his mind even though he tried to push them out. Dean had kicked him out.
Maybe it was all Sam's fault, he had started the argument, but he was still shocked when Dean had stopped right at the light at told Sam to get out of the Impala. Sam had grabbed his bag, and just went along with the whole thing.
He got a room for the night, positive that Dean was going to call and tell him to get back in the car because they had a case to work. He didn't expect an apology for Dean being a dick towards him, even though that would have been nice, he just wanted some form of Dean expressing some concern. He had kicked him out in the middle of an intersection, shouldn't there be mild concern there to make sure he didn't die.
After the third day, Sam had realized Dean didn't care. So he got a car in his usual ways, and started driving. If a town looked old or small enough he looked for a case there. If he found one, he solved it within 72 hours. If he didn't, he got a good meal, and hit the road.
His current case was in a sleepy sea town near the North of Maine. He was hunting a rare soul eater. It was the kind of creature he'd barely heard about in passing, and nobody had actually hunted one, only the friend of a friend of a prison buddy/step cousin/neighbor with a peg leg and a glass eye. So really, Sam was pretty sure nobody had actually hunted one of them.
They were nasty buggers, they had a taste for human souls, raw ones straight from the body. Their greatest weakness was human flesh though. That was probably the reason there were so few. Most died out from eating so much flesh in short periods of time, others died from lack of food, and the few he were left learned such dark magic they usually needed up getting killed by demons.
The few who were left practiced light magic; turning people into food, or shrinking them. Some liked to turn their prey into rodents of sorts and watch them squirm. The one he was hunting like to turn its prey into strange animals.
Sam had thought he was ready to take one on. He had stopped by the hospital and 'borrowed' some blood, picked up a couple super soakers from Walmart, and was ready to fight. Apparently if you shoot the thing with enough human parts, it disintegrates into nothingness.
Most of the victims seemed to have gone missing near the lake on the edge of town, it was a popular spot.
The first victim, Chad Monroe, was a high school senior. He had gone there to make out with his girlfriend apparently, who had decided that was then night to announce that she was pregnant. Chad got out of the car, and was never seen again. The girl reported seeing a octopus in the water, that looked like it was being pulled under by something much stronger than it. The cops dismissed her as crazy.
Three more incidents later, people going missing, the ones closet to them at the time reporting seeing an animal that does not belong in northern Maine, and the town is the talk of the state. Sam's job would have been a hell of a lot easier if there weren't so many tourists showing up.
Some locals said somebody was abducting people and was leaving animals as a calling card, others said witches, most just didn't believe.
Sam stuck his water guns full of B negative into the plastic Walmart bags, parked his car, and started walking into the woods.
He heard a slurping sound first. Either somebody was getting it on in the middle of the forest at night, or the creature had started to feed on its next victim.
He took out both of the flimsy water guns and sprayed the thing. It was ugly, green peeling skin, scarce amounts of hair all over it's body in clumps, it's mouth forming welts from the entrails it was devouring. The victim had remained human, she hadn't changed into an octopus,or a zebra. Her mouth was forever froze in a scream. Her eyes were open and glazed. Her stomach down was missing.
The thing hissed at the blood being shot shot at, but Sam ran out before it was dead. It was weak, Sam could probably outrun it, but it still had magic.
"you...wi..will...pay!" It said raising dirty, peeling fingers.
If Dean was there he would make remark about how they'd heard it all before.
Sam took off running, dropping the water guns. He felt a sharp pain in his back. The little bitch hit him.
He groaned out in pain, but kept moving. He drove faster than he should have, all he could focus on was the pain. He had to get bad to the motel. His driving sucked, his vision was blurred and his fingers were clenched so tight he could brad tidally see through his skin. He almost got into a car accident twice, and three people gave him the finger as the passed him. As soon as he got into the motel, he passed out from the pure amount of pain.
12 hours later he awoke surprisingly pain free, except for the migraine he got from spending all night on the floor. Things were off though, he was shorter. He stumbled his way to the bathroom, his feet didn't seem to work right. He flicked on the switch. And stood gawking in front of the mirror.
His reflection was that of a little girl.