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"Son of a bitch…SAM?" Desperation filled his voice as he screamed for his brother.
Barely able to open his eyes, Dean's head was pounding from the knock it took as his body was thrown across the clearing. He pressed his back against a tree trying to stand and get a better look around. He couldn't see Sam anywhere. The dread Dean had felt moments ago was building into full blown terror.
"SAM?" Dean yelled again with more urgency.
The Black Dog was rustling in the bushes to his left, slowly making its way back to Dean. Forcing himself to stand, Dean used the rough tree for support. It bit into his already injured back, but the elder Winchester barely noticed it. He was desperate to keep the dog away from Sam. Picking up a long, thick hunk of wood for protection, Dean readied himself for another attack.
"Come and get me you son of a bitch!" Dean roared into the inky night.
The rustling continued; the ghostly being playing with Dean. His heart was beating loudly in his chest, overpowering the sounds of the forest around him. Out of nowhere the thumping of rock drums and thrumming of guitars could be heard. A woman's voice rang clear, "All I want is a little of the good life…All I need is to have a good time…."
"Sam, someone's coming. Shit." Dean hollered through the pain.
Dean could feel himself getting more panicky with each passing second. His sight was blurred from the hammering in his head; his stomach queasy from the agonizing pain. Unable to stay standing, Dean stumbled forward falling to his knees. Shutting his eyes to quell the bile rising in his throat, he heard the low growl directly in front of him. It was bad enough Sam was missing, but a civilian was strolling towards him unaware of the danger awaiting her. Dean felt so helpless.
Pushing his back against the tree once again, Dean pulled the thick branch up higher, grasping it tightly in both hands. Determined to keep the beast's attention, he slowly opened his eyes and prayed Sam would make a sudden appearance.
"Come and get me you fugly dog. WOW! Your breath smells like ass. What have you been licking?" Dean asked in a snotty, disrespectful tone.
The grimy dog pounced, jaws clenching the bulky branch mere inches from Dean's face.
"Shit… The smell is way worse up close and personal."
Slobber flew out of the rabid monster's mouth, quickly coating Dean in putrid slime. His stomach protested strongly, dry heaves assailing his body. With the slime, retching and the brute strength of the dog pulling at the wood, Dean knew he was screwed. In a matter of minutes he would be dog chow.
The iron sword engraved with horseshoes was a few feet behind the hulking dog. No way would Dean be able to get to it with the mutt blocking the way. His only regret was not saying goodbye to Sam. As he weakened, Dean's last hope was for Sam's safety.
A loud yelp drew Dean out of his hazy thoughts. The Black Dog had released the branch, which now lay at Dean's feet. Dragging his head up from his chest, he could just make out a figure with a sword attacking the beast that had just tried to eat him. Unable to focus further, Dean quickly succumbed to the darkness seeping into his soul.