A/N: Hello, I am proud to announce that Amber224 and I (CloakedWing) are working on a collaborative fanfiction! I'll be working from Sam's perspective and Amber224 will be writing from Dean's. Enjoy!
Sam shook his head and smiled wryly as he heard Dean call after him, "Don't forget the pie!" of course he wouldn't forget the pie, although he couldn't understand Dean's odd fascination with it.
The hunter walked into the small diner and ordered a large burger, apple pie, garden salad, and vanilla milkshake to go. While waiting for his food, Sam looked around the diner and covertly observed the people in the diner. An old man, a newlywed couple, and three teenage boys.
A few minutes later, Sam wondered what was taking his food so long and peered into the back. He saw no movement, no one was within his line of sight (admittedly not even half the kitchen). Sam frowned, puzzled. As he was about to turn around, five men rushed out from the back and attacked him. Sam scowled when their eyes blinked to black. Demons.
The fight was quickly over, as five super-powered demons were too much for a lone hunter with no salt or holy water. Sam mentally cursed his unpreparedness. Sam had been bound hand and foot with multiple zip ties and had been gagged. Two of the demons held Sam by either arm, while one stood back and observed and the other two quickly slit the rest of the terrified humans' throats. Sam winced as he saw the young teenagers dead. He looked longingly out the window, but it was doubtful Dean had heard anything, as the humans had been too terrified to scream.
The demon that seemed to be the leader picked up the knife it had been using and came towards Sam, who began struggling harder with the demons that held him. The leader reversed his grip on the handle of the knife and slammed it down just above Sam's right ear. The hunter was knocked out immediately, the last thing he saw a pair of empty black eyes.
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Dean began to think the worst as he wondered what was taking Sam so long. He quickly got out the Impala and cautiously rushed toward the diner. Once inside the diner, he was greeted by a mess of bodies. A trio of young boys strewn across the floor their bodies swimming in their own blood. Besides the boys, there was an old man and a young woman lying closely to a middle aged man. Their blood slowly staining the floor as they lay limp. What the hell happened while he was in the car? How could have not heard this? It must have happened fast. Then, panic quickly rushed over him as he began searching frantically for a body with Sam's face.
After not finding Sam, Dean walked over to one of the bodies and flipped it over. Once discovering the cause of the pooling blood was a slit throat, Dean walked into the kitchen to see if Sam was in there. In the kitchen, he found another body on the floor. It was the chef of the diner. His apron was soaked in drying blood and his eyes pried wide open. Dean inspected him carefully and noticed something near him. He instantly knew what it is. Sulfur. If Sam wasn't here, demons must have taken him. Those black eyed bastards! Dean knew he wouldn't be able to find Sam on his own. He needed help from someone who could track demons somehow. Who could help him find the monsters that took his brother?
Dean reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. He quickly dialed Ellen's number. She answered on the second ring. She calmly said, "Dean. It's nice to hear from you. What can I do for ya?"
Dean, growing impatient, quickly replied, "Ellen, I need your help. Some demons have taken Sam and I need Ash to look for omens."
Ellen, with worry in her voice, said, "Of course. I'll tell him right away."
Dean responded, "Thank you. I'll see you soon."
He put his phone back in his pocket and went back through the kitchen door. He stepped over the slowly decaying bodies and ran out to the Impala. With record breaking speed, he started the Impala and drifted out of the diner parking lot.
A/N: Please review, chapter 2 (Sam) by CloakedWing will be up shortly! Remember, be nice!