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Sam-8
The hotel room was cheap, old and dark. John had left Dean and Sam at least 3 hours, 42 minutes, and 15 seconds ago. Sam wasn't counting or anything. With Dean in charge it was usually fun, kind of, but Dean was doing some research, reading old newspapers. So Sam, bored out of his mind began counting how long it had been since their father left. Suddenly Dean stood, but said nothing like listening to out for someone, or something as the case may be. Sam took his eyes of the clock and watched Dean.
"What's ther-" Sam stopped speaking when Dean put his finger to his lips telling Sam to be quite. So instead Sam tried to listen to whatever Dean might have heard. Dean sighed.
"Hey Sam, help me check if al the doors and windows are salted" Dean asked.
"But we've already checked"
"Yeah well than we're double checking" Dean said walking over to the window and quickly checking to see if the salt was still in place, relived it was he went over to the door and did the same. Sam ran into the bedroom and checked out the window in there once he made sure it was safe he ran into the bathroom. Sam made one small mistake though. He forgot to check the other window in the bedroom. Sam returned to the living room where Dean was quickly loading a shot-gun with Rock Salt, even if it wasn't a Demon rock salt hurts like hell, Dean would know.
"So we all Safe?" Dean asked, smirking.
"Yeah all the windows and doors are all salted" Sam replied, lying back down on the couch.
"Alright might've been nothing then" Dean placed the gun on the table where he was working and sat down again, going back to the research. Dean quietly looked up and saw Sam lying on the couch watching the clock yet again. Dean sighed.
"You wanna help Sammy?" Sam sat up immediately and moved over towards Dean.
"Sure what are we looking for?" Sam asked, grabbing a old newspaper.
"Disappearances, that follow a pattern or well anything that looks suspicious just show me and I'll have a look. Understand?" Dean glanced up to look at Sam, who was nodding and inspecting the newspaper carefully.
Twenty minutes later they heard a loud crash coming from the bedroom. Dean stood up with haste grabbing the gun, he pointed towards the hallway that led to their bedroom.
"Sammy come here" Dean ordered, and Sam quickly obliged.
"What do you think it is Dean?" Sam asked, beginning to tremble.
"I'm not sure, I really don't think it's good though" Dean answered bluntly, there was no point lying to Sam. "Now are you sure you checked all the windows and doors, Sam?"
"I'm pretty sure" Sam went rigid knowing his mistake. "Dean I forgot, there's that small window close to the roof in the bedroom I didn't check it. I'm sorry!" Dean seemed to growl, he looked down at Sam and sighed.
"Okay you know how to fire a shot-gun don't you?" Dean quietly asked, Sam quickly nodded. "Alright, point it at the hallway. I'm going to get salt to put across the hallway so it can't get us" Sam did what was ordered to do, hands shaky he pointed it to the hallway. Dean quickly ran over to the coffee table where they had a small container filled with salt, he carefully walked over to the hallway. He quickly took off the lid and poured it across the hallway, as he did so the lights flickered then went off. He heard Sam scream, it was the only thing he could hear. Until he heard something that he feared to hear, a gunshot.