div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Something Dark/div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Outside the Gateway Motel, a row of cars sat waiting patiently while their owners slept. The single light, on a tall, metal pole made an oasis of illumination over a black Chevrolet Impala. Its headlights were dark and the engine had ceased its pinging many hours before./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"From the drain nearest the road, something dark and slithery climbed out, its oily surface reflecting the parking lot's security lamp. It crawled silently over the cold grey surface of the lot making directly for its target. With no apparent effort, it slid up over the tires and oozed up into the Impala's underbelly./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"It waited./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"It was good at waiting. It had waited a long time. Very soon now it would get what it wanted./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Just seconds later, the door to room number 23 opened and Dean Winchester stepped out, pulling his leather jacket closer around his body against the chill of the early morning./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'Tell me again why we have to leave so early?' he asked his younger brother./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Sam followed Dean from the room carrying their green army surplus bag. He shut the door behind him and pocketed the key./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'The Festival of the Moon starts tonight. If we want to identify the werewolves, that will be the easiest time,' he said./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Dean grunted, watching as Sam opened the trunk of the Impala and threw the bag inside. /div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Without a word, Dean climbed into the driver's seat and brought the muscle car to life. Despite the early hour, he punched the stereo button, starting his mix tape playing loudly. The car rocked as he jiggled, air drumming, in his seat, waiting for Sam to return from dropping off the key./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"The minute his brother slid into the front passenger set, Sam reached for the stereo to turn it off./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'Really? It's three in the morning,' Sam complained./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Dean rolled his eyes but accepted the change. He'd learned to choose his battles when it came to Sam. He could drive in silence for a while./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"The car rolled backwards, turned and exited the Motel parking lot./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Neither brother had any idea they took a passenger along for the ride./div
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div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"It was nearly dark again by the time Sam and Dean pulled onto a single lane dirt road. They followed a convoy of cars, all heading for the small town fair. /div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Sam read aloud from a glossy leaflet they had picked up at the local service station./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'Food court opens at 6pm, fireworks at 8 -'/div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'And howling at the moon starts at 9! Yeah I get it,' Dean remarked sourly. Sam had taken his turn at the wheel to let him sleep. But it hadn't been enough and he really wasn't looking forward to the bright lights of another country fair and the screams of teen girls on show rides. He kept his eyes on the road thinking about his first swig from his flask to give him that edge he needed to hunt./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"The line of cars snaked through a light forest, stopping one by one at a field gate where a pair of young ladies were taking fares and passing out tickets./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Dean pulled up to the gate. The young woman gave him a wide, bright smile. She bent over to see into the car window and Dean had a nice view of a creamy cleavage. Maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad after all./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'Hi fellas! Welcome to the Festival of the Moon,' the girl said in a husky alto. 'It'll cost you fifteen dollars to get in and food and rides are extra.'/div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"She took Dean's money, handed him a ticket and then slipped him an extra piece of paper with a wink./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'I'm Astrid. I'm running for Moon Goddess - Mature Division and I'd sure appreciate your vote,' she tapped the paper where her name appeared with a long, red finger nail./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Dean took note, nodded and flashed her his best smile./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'Sure will Miss Astrid,' he drawled. He had just enough time for one more appreciative scan of the pretty brunette before the car behind him honked in impatience./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'Maybe I'll get to catch up with you at the fair later?' Dean said quickly, giving her a quick wave before driving on./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Beneath the car, the dark thing quivered in excitement, hardly caring as it was bumped across the undulating surface of a field fair parking lot./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Outside the Gateway Motel, a row of cars sat waiting patiently while their owners slept. The single light, on a tall, metal pole made an oasis of illumination over a black Chevrolet Impala. Its headlights were dark and the engine had ceased its pinging many hours before./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"From the drain nearest the road, something dark and slithery climbed out, its oily surface reflecting the parking lot's security lamp. It crawled silently over the cold grey surface of the lot making directly for its target. With no apparent effort, it slid up over the tires and oozed up into the Impala's underbelly./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"It waited./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"It was good at waiting. It had waited a long time. Very soon now it would get what it wanted./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Just seconds later, the door to room number 23 opened and Dean Winchester stepped out, pulling his leather jacket closer around his body against the chill of the early morning./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'Tell me again why we have to leave so early?' he asked his younger brother./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Sam followed Dean from the room carrying their green army surplus bag. He shut the door behind him and pocketed the key./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'The Festival of the Moon starts tonight. If we want to identify the werewolves, that will be the easiest time,' he said./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Dean grunted, watching as Sam opened the trunk of the Impala and threw the bag inside. /div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Without a word, Dean climbed into the driver's seat and brought the muscle car to life. Despite the early hour, he punched the stereo button, starting his mix tape playing loudly. The car rocked as he jiggled, air drumming, in his seat, waiting for Sam to return from dropping off the key./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"The minute his brother slid into the front passenger set, Sam reached for the stereo to turn it off./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'Really? It's three in the morning,' Sam complained./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Dean rolled his eyes but accepted the change. He'd learned to choose his battles when it came to Sam. He could drive in silence for a while./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"The car rolled backwards, turned and exited the Motel parking lot./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Neither brother had any idea they took a passenger along for the ride./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"It was nearly dark again by the time Sam and Dean pulled onto a single lane dirt road. They followed a convoy of cars, all heading for the small town fair. /div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Sam read aloud from a glossy leaflet they had picked up at the local service station./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'Food court opens at 6pm, fireworks at 8 -'/div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'And howling at the moon starts at 9! Yeah I get it,' Dean remarked sourly. Sam had taken his turn at the wheel to let him sleep. But it hadn't been enough and he really wasn't looking forward to the bright lights of another country fair and the screams of teen girls on show rides. He kept his eyes on the road thinking about his first swig from his flask to give him that edge he needed to hunt./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"The line of cars snaked through a light forest, stopping one by one at a field gate where a pair of young ladies were taking fares and passing out tickets./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Dean pulled up to the gate. The young woman gave him a wide, bright smile. She bent over to see into the car window and Dean had a nice view of a creamy cleavage. Maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad after all./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'Hi fellas! Welcome to the Festival of the Moon,' the girl said in a husky alto. 'It'll cost you fifteen dollars to get in and food and rides are extra.'/div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"She took Dean's money, handed him a ticket and then slipped him an extra piece of paper with a wink./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'I'm Astrid. I'm running for Moon Goddess - Mature Division and I'd sure appreciate your vote,' she tapped the paper where her name appeared with a long, red finger nail./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Dean took note, nodded and flashed her his best smile./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'Sure will Miss Astrid,' he drawled. He had just enough time for one more appreciative scan of the pretty brunette before the car behind him honked in impatience./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"'Maybe I'll get to catch up with you at the fair later?' Dean said quickly, giving her a quick wave before driving on./div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"Beneath the car, the dark thing quivered in excitement, hardly caring as it was bumped across the undulating surface of a field fair parking lot./div