Sam is 16

Dean is 20

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Chapter One: The Rawhead

The lights were down low, as a he slowly swayed side to side, keeping in time with the beat of a love song playing over the loudspeakers. Small lanterns lined the gymnasium, creating a warm, cozy feeling. He sighed as he felt the soft breath of his current dance partner on his neck.

Her name was Cassidy. He had spent a week working up the courage to ask her out to the homecoming dance. She fit perfectly against his body. It was a moment he wanted to last forever.

"I love you Sam," she whispered in his ear.

He blushed, but didn't hesitate to return her affection.

"I love you too," he said softly.

All too soon the tender moment came to an end with a blow to the head. For a moment he was seeing stars. But with a quick shake of his head, he was back in the game.

Sam took in a deep breath as he regained his footing. His disappointing realty came crashing down on him. He wasn't at the homecoming dance like he had planned. There was no declaration of love to bask in, and no warm body to find comfort in. Instead he was running around a dank, dark basement of an abandoned warehouse.

Not exactly the time for a daydream, especially since he was acting as the bait.

"Come on dad," he muttered. "Where the hell are you?"

Naturally no one was there to reply. He was on his own. In the faint moonlight shining in from a small dirty window, Sam could see the angry rawhead he was supposed to be taking care of; And by taking care of, he meant killing. The beast before him looked human enough, save for its scraggly, stringy hair, and pale leathery skin. It also had a less than pleasant odor about it. As the creature let out an angry snarl, Sam brandished his taser and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened.

Sam groaned in irritation.

Hoping the rawhead would follow him, he dashed around the creature and made for the stairs. He needed to get to less claustrophobic place, so he could change the cartridge of his taser.

He leapt onto the stairs taking more than one at a time, almost tripping. He reached out blindly grasping for a door handle. Once he found it, he wrenched the door open with so much force that it slammed into the wall and ricocheted itself closed. With an angry yell, the beast within simply tore through the door. The snapping of the wood as the monster broke through echoed in the darkness.

Sam was now in the main part of the warehouse. From what he could tell, the warehouse consisted of one big empty space at the center with various pillars to support the structure, surrounded by smaller rooms. Some, like the one he was just in, went down into the ground, while others, presumably went higher up.

Sam reached into his back packet and groaned. The cartridge he had stashed there, was smashed. He'd thought it was a bad idea putting it there in the first place, but he'd had nowhere else to put it. Lucky for him, he'd thought to bring a backup to his backup. But before he could grab it from his other pocket, the monster was free from the door and on the move.

If it wasn't so dark, Sam knew he would be able to see his breath in the air. It was the beginning of November in Boise. It had yet to snow, but the temperature was in the 40's and his flimsy jacket wasn't doing much to stave off the cold.

The monster honed in on his location with deadly accuracy and Sam found himself in its grasp in no time. The rawhead pinned Sam's arms to his side, so he kicking out with all his might. He must have hit a sensitive spot, cause the next thing he knew he was hitting the cold hard concrete.

Sam quickly pushed himself up and launched himself away from where he presumed the rawhead was. He didn't very far before he found himself he acquainted with a pillar. The impact caused him to not only see stars, but also caused him to lose grasp of his taser. This was turning into a horrible comedy of errors.

Just as he bent done to find the taser, the monster punched the air where Sam's head had been. Sam ducked into a roll, brushing against what had to be the taser. Stopping his momentum, Sam grabbed the taser, only to nearly drop it again as the rawhead grabbed a hold of his leg and started dragging him along.

Where was his family? He wasn't supposed to take this thing on by himself. That wasn't the plan.

Sam reached out with one hand to grab anything that could stop his movement, but his hand slipped uselessly on the smooth concrete. The sound of splitting wood told Sam where he was being dragged to and the feeling of what remained of a destroyed door confirmed it.

The sharp remains of the door tore into his skin causing him to cry out. He tried holding onto what was left of the door, but it simply broke off.

Feeling very much like a rag doll, Sam felt himself go flying through the air. There was nothing he could do to stop himself from crashing into a wall. The impact had him tasting the coppery tang of blood.

As he slid down the wall he could only wonder whether his last taser cartridge was still intact. Throughout the attack Sam had managed to hold onto his taser with an intense death grip.

For some reason the rawhead didn't continue its offense. Maybe he thought Sam was beyond struggling now. Whatever it was Sam didn't hesitate. He forced the empty cartridge from the taser and replaced it with the miraculously intact backup.

In front of him, he could hear heavy breathing getting closer. He took aim and pulled the trigger. Within seconds the monster was brought to the ground in a mess of angry pain filled roars. Sam tasered the rawhead again just to be sure and waited a couple minutes until the moaning died down.

All was quiet.

Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. The job wasn't done quite yet. He flicked it on and observed the flame for a few seconds before throwing it where he assumed the rawhead laid. The flame hit its target. Sam leaned against the wall with a sigh and watched flames consume the rawhead.

Now he had to figure out where his family was.

Sam stood up with great effort. It seemed he had adrenaline to thank for keeping him sharp during the fight. Now it was quickly fading and he was feeling the effects of being a rawhead's punching bag. His ribs felt sore, and his back ached. He supposed the wall had to do with that. A pounding headache was building behind his eyes. That was probably due to the blow to the head. Sam spit out a mouthful of blood. He must have bitten his tongue somewhere along the line.

Sam took a step, and nearly ended up on the ground again. With a sigh he realized he must have a sprained ankle. And on top of that, he could feel the blood slowly oozing out of the cuts cause by the splinters of the broken door. He imagined he must look a mess.

He limped over to the stairs. It was slow going. An eternity later he made it up the stairs and out into the open warehouse. He'd gained a few more cuts, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his body from the effort.

He limped forward in the warehouse. He and his family had started this hunt together. They had split up to find the rawhead. His dad had said to shout out when they found it. Sam had done just that, but no one had come to his aid. Something must have happened to them.

That. Or this was some test of his hunting ability. It wasn't something he would be surprised at. It had happened before, but never at this level. Perhaps he should be flattered his dad thought he could handle this?

Nah. Sam had his work cut out for him now. If he looked half as bad as he felt, It would be hard to explain to his teachers without getting cps involved. Sam clenched his fist. That would probably mean they would be packing up and leaving... again.

Up ahead he saw a a hallway that seemed to have a faint glow about it. As he got closer he saw the glow came from the light of moonlight filtering through a few small windows. A muffled sound greeted his ears coming from the other end. It was the sound of someone hitting a wall.

Sam rushed forward. Well, as much as he could with his bum ankle.

There was another Bend in the hallway. After hearing another bump in the darkness, he quickly turned and ran. Brushing his hands against the wall he felt for door handles and pushed open any doors that he found. Finding nothing he called out Dean's name, but got nothing back.

He reached the end of the hallway. There was only one more door to check. Sam pulled out his taser, pointed it in front of him and pushed open the door. There was a staircase leading down into the depths of another basement. A windows lined the top of the room, letting in the pale moonlight. Three young children huddled around the bottom of the stairs. They were frozen in fear at the sight before them.

He had wondered where the children were.

A second rawhead was playing punching bag with his family. Dean was the only one left standing. Sam could see his father on the floor leaning against a wall, obviously out of it.

Sam quietly went down the stairs and rounded up the kids. He told them to wait in the hallway. He had to give them a push before they did as they were told. They didn't look to be in too bad shape, which Sam was grateful for. This job was also about saving people, not just killing things. Sam gripped his taser as he exchanged covert glances with Dean.

Before he could use the advantage of surprise, he accidentally kicked at something on the ground causing a noticeable clang that gained the attention of the raw head.

Sam grit his teeth in frustration. This really wasn't his day.

This rawhead moved even faster than the one he had taken down. Before he knew it, the rawhead had its hands on his neck and had forced him into a wall. The adrenaline was back. Sam kicked out, and was freed in an instant. He had obviously hit a sensitive spot.

Dean chose that moment to attack, showing a flurry of punches on the creature.

Sam wondered why he wasn't using his taser. Then he caught sight of the thing he had kicked earlier. Dean didn't have it. Crap.

"Sam! Shoot it!"

Sam panicked. The rawhead currently had Dean in its grasp.

"Shoot it Sam!" Dean struggled to say.

If Sam fired the taser, he would not only hit the rawhead, but his brother as well. He was not willing to do that. He had to get them apart.

Sam reached into his back pocket and pulled out the useless cartridge. He then chucked it at the monster, hitting it on the back, effectively getting its attention. It rushed him, taking him off guard. Sam had underestimated its speed and the smallness of the room.

A punch to the head, sent Sam straight to the ground, his chin hitting the concrete hard. Sam rolled onto his back with a groan. The rawhead towered above him.

Suddenly there was a flash of light, and the monster was on top of him, its heavy weight suffocating him, all while his nerves were set on fire, electricity hitting both the rawhead, and him. It was the same situation he had wanted to avoid with Dean.

Well at least he had succeed at that. This hurt like hell, and he was glad Dean wasn't feeling this.

That was his last thought before he knew no more.