So my third fic is up and I'm so excited =) It's kind of a sequel to 'Boring?' but can also stand alone... All I'm giving away is that we'll have a reunion with James =) I like him so I decided to play with him just a little while longer ;)

I hope you like it =) Next chapter in a week or two ... my holidays are over now so I have to go back to school and I'll need most of my energy to pretend I know what everyone's talking about ;)

Anyway all I wanted to say is: Enjoy and review ;)

Sam and Dean fought their way through the underbrush, branches slapping them both in the face leaving tiny scratches once in a while.

But still both were highly alert and watched their surroundings in the dark.

Every little sound would make them both jump slightly and lift their weapons.

Suddenly the underbrush opened up to a big clearing and Dean who had been first to reach it stopped to adjust to the new situation and take in every single detail of his environment.

As soon as he was sure (well like 90% sure but sure enough) that the clearing was safe, he took two cautious steps into the silver moonlight.

Everything was silent and there was no hint that the black dog they were hunting was anywhere nearby.

Sam followed his brother and looked at the other end of the clearing seeing nothing but dark bushes and trees.

'Seems like it's not here tonight' He looked at his older sibling.

'It has to... everything we found leads to this forest. The disappearings all took place in a 4 mile radius from here.'

'Yeah...you're probably right.' Sam shrugged.

'Of course I'm right...I'm the oldest.' Dean said with a smirk.

'Jerk'

'Bitch'

Suddenly there was a crack behind them causing both of them to turn around abruptly.

There was nothing there but a second later the bushes to their right rustled making the Winchesters turn once again.

'So seems like I am right' Dean said, his face showing pure concentration.

They slowly approached the rustling bushes.

Suddenly a huge black shadow jumped out of the bushes and towards Dean who reacted instantly and rolled to the side the huge black dog missing his target.

Sam could only watch as his brother lifted his gun and aimed at the black dog that had landed a few feet behind Dean and was already turning around to start a new attack.

Then two things happened at once: Dean was pulling the trigger of his 1911 colt and the black dog jumped to attack the older Winchester.

The sound of Deans weapon echoed through the dark forest and send some birds flying up in the sky. The dog landed and the older sibling howling and twitching one last time just as it landed on Dean.

Sam didn't move, his heart pounding loudly in his ears, his figers shaking slightly giving evidence to the adrenalin coursing through his system.

All he could see in the pale moonlight was a huge black knoll just where his brother had been standing only seconds ago.

Finally his body responded to the singnals his brain was sending.

'Dean...Dean... can you get up by yourself or do I have to help you?' Sam shook his head.

Was this the best he could come up with? Dean would laugh at him as soon as he got this big black ball of fur away from him.

Sam approached the dead black dog his gun already save in the back of his jeans. He knew he should still be alert and his father would have kicked his ass if he had been there with them, but somehow Sam knew that it was over.

He always had this sense when it came to hunting. Dean sometimes called him a freak when Sam told him about this sixth sense, but Sam knew Dean didn't mean it.

'Come on Dean let's get this over with already. I'm tired and I'm in absolutly no mood to stay here in the cold any longer than necessary.' Sam finally got a glimpse at his brother and gasped at his sight.

'Well Sammy I'm sorry but I really do disagree with you. 'Cause I don't feel like moving right now.' Dean still lay under the body of the black dog, only his head and shoulders being visible.

He was pale, his freckles standing out against his skin and his eyes darting around as if he was searching something.

'Sorry Sammy but I think you either have to help me or go without me.' Dean smiled weakly.

''Cause you know, this dog doesn't want to let me go. Kinda like the ladies.' The older Winchester wiggled his eyebrows at his sibling.

'Dean this is so not helping.' Sam was all but in the mood of joking. He was still shocked at how bad Dean looked.

And he had tought the dog hadn't caught Dean. Well, apperently he was really really wrong.

So I hope you liked it... this is just the beginning and I know this chapter isn't that thrilling but I'm working on it ;) And remember English isn't my first language and I have no beta so there will be mistakes ;) Love you guys :-*