Dean fled at full speed, this cursed disease of fear will have his skin if it's continued ! He runs in the somber street of the town, he flees that " monster " next to him. This time it's not a dog that he avoids but something darker, more quiet and much faster to his taste. He will not be breathing soon, he will be obliged to stop soon , to see that " things " which moving and which touching him. It's strange, he doesn't feel his touch but he see it. He still hears the laugh of his little brother which resonated in the hotel room, he could not anymore, it was not his fault ! For god sake ! Dean doesn't choose to be afraid of his own shadow !