Hello, this is my first english story but I really hope you'll like it :-)

Stroke of wing

A new case

He observed him now since a while. Saw the black hair that gleamed in the sun which fits perfectly to his striking face. His eyes shone in an intensive blue. He wore a creamed-coloured trench coat.

Dean had never seen him before nevertheless, the man pulled him in his spell. The man had something in himself that Dean fascinated.

Of course they followed another case. Strange murders happened in the small town, Kentucky.

All victims died by a specific sting by the neck. But they simply did not get on. They turned if they exactly took it, in the circle. There were no signs of supernatural.

Which monster should already have a use to kill his victims with a sting by the neck and then to disappear simply?

What lurked there in the darkness always had a plan. Always a specific way it went to survive. However, these murders were pointless.

The victims were not even robbed. Dean was at the end of his knowledge and further wanted to move. Find a right case, but Sam was just Sam and this insisted on looking around here still a little.

The man stood like Dean amazedly still ascertained under the lantern and the surroundings looked meticulously. Suddenly the eyes fixed on him and caught to him at the stiff Dean turned away immediately his head, stared at his beer before him.

Actually, he already should not start to drink beer in the morning. But what should he say? His job was stressful and the load on his shoulders was difficult.

When he saw again on, the man had disappeared as if he had never been there before. Surprised Dean looked along the street, however, he was away. Dean shook his head, exactly at this moment Sam came to him.

„Everything okay?", asked the brown-haired. Dean saw to him, nodded slowly. They sat at a cafe' and the weather was nice so they sat outdoor in the sun.

Many people were on the move by the early hour already. Ran hectically with her act suitcases through the streets and took taxi. „Of course. Have you found out what?", he changed the subject fast, before his small brother again would dig out the psychologist. „No. But there was another victim.", said Sam.

Amazedly Dean pulled up his eyebrow. „Where?" Sam looked in his documents. „ Not far from here at a factory, as far as I have got it, half a factory has been disassembled. The sheriff believes that it was a sect, because on the wall were smeared funny signs with blood. I absolutely think, we should drive there sometimes.", said Sam.

This really sounded after what serious. „What do we still wait then for?", responded Dean, drank his beer blank and then they went together to his car.

„Do you not think that it is a little bit too early to start already with the alcohol? I mean, we have just 9:00 o'clock in the morning. With it you do to your body nothing good.", said Sam disapproving. Dean rolled his eyes. „Let this be my own worry.", he answers to him coldly.

And Sam leave it this way. His brother was just a headstrong, he makes what he wants and when he wants it. Nevertheless, he would keep an eye on him. Certainly was sure, he thought.

And thus they came along together on the way to the old factory, not knowingly what they got going with it.

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