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Chapter One:

Pain. It permeated his entire being from the moment awareness returned. He took shallow breaths hoping to dispel the bone deep ache that ran from his left shoulder all the way to his hip. His skin burned, blades ran through his muscles and even his bones throbbed with each breathed. He couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped his lips as he tried unsuccessfully to move.

He heard it walking towards him, coming back for dinner and he knew, without a doubt, that this time, he was the main course. He hoped like hell that the damn thing choked on him. His inability to get past the pain had already cost him one innocent life and he had been forced to watch as the creature had eaten Evan alive. Each of his terrified and pain filled screams had burned itself into his memory.

He was on his right side with his left arm thrown back behind him. His shoulder was swollen painfully. He couldn't see it, but he could feel the skin stretched excruciatingly over the injured area. He could feel the heat of infection setting in and the sticky wetness of blood as it dripped steadily down from his broken ribs to the dirt floor.

He struggled harder, burying the agony and concentrating only on moving. This time he was able to pull his legs up and bunch them under him. He took two deep breaths and pushed off the ground, getting one knee into a kneeling position, and the other flat on the ground, ready to push himself up further. He swayed and the room spun forcing him to close his eyes.

He heard the movement coming from somewhere behind him and reached for the knife he always kept at his belt. He concealed the ten inch blade of the Bowie knife under his wrist and prepared to face the creature. He would have to wait for it to get very close before he could attack. He was grievously injured and had serious doubts about his own survival but he was determined to take the damn thing with him if he could.

He closed his eyes and listened intently as the creature drew nearer. Time slowed to a crawl. His heart pulsed loudly in his chest the beats deafening him as they pounded out the rhythm of his life. His breaths deepened. He pushed back the pain that hammered at him drowning it in determination as he felt the creature stop before him. The rotten scent of decay permeated the air around it nearly causing him to gag. He could feel the creature's hot putrid breath as it bent towards him.

His eyes popped open and he found himself looking into the silver glowing eyes as he sprang into action. Pushing off the ground he rose to meet the creature as it bent towards him striking out with his good arm as though he was going to punch, the blade of his knife swinging out to catch the creature across the throat. He felt his strike brush through fur to bite deeply into flesh, the slight resistance as he severed the muscles and tendons and chipped into bone on his way past the spinal cord and out the other side.

He spun around a full three sixty ignoring the vertigo that slammed into and never even feeling the creatures' claws as they raked across his back. He spun the knife as he did and plunged it deep into the creatures' gut ripping across the soft tissues of its belly, the rancid contents of its stomach and bowels spilling onto his hand.

Shots rang out from somewhere to his right and he couldn't help laughing at the timing of his rescuer. The creature fell forward barreling heavily into him knocking them both to the ground.

Dean Winchester ran forward pocketing his gun as he did and pushed the lifeless carcass of the creature aside. "Oh God, no!" he muttered looking at the beaten and battered form that lay unmoving on the floor of the cave. He reached down and felt for a pulse. A sigh of relief escaped as he found it slow and thready, but there nonetheless.

The other man's weary eyes opened. He looked up into the hazel orbs of his rescuer. He tried to speak but all that came out was a hoarse croak.

"Hey," Dean said a look of concern on his face. "Shhh don't try and talk."

He swallowed, tried to bring some moisture back into his dry throat and tried again despite Dean's instructions. "Dean," he whispered, "it wasn't alone," before his eyes drifted closed again and he slipped into the blissful painless darkness.

"Sam," Dean called. "Sammy!"

A/N – Here you go another story that I had running around in my head for the past few weeks. Hope you like it! Thanks again for reading and please let me know by reviewing. I'll have another chapter up tomorrow hopefully so enjoy!