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It began like any other hunt, Sam had found evidence of paranormal activity in some small town in the middle of nowhere; Dean had driven them out there in the Impala while blasting his music as loudly as possible; they'd used fake ID's to investigate; they'd figured out the creature's next attack and were waiting for it armed with the usual salt and iron. Sam took one exit, Dean the other.
Then Sam saw it. And it didn't match any description he'd found of the thing they were expecting.
"I'll have to make a note of that," he mumbled, eyeing the thing. It was weird, even for someone in his line of work. Whatever it was, it wore a suit, like it was trying to pass for human, but its face-strangely elongated and stretched-looking, forming a point with no mouth visible-made that impossible. Its sunken eyes stared at Sam.
He knew better than to look away from anything that could kill him, so he maintained eye contact as he slowly lifted his gun, preloaded with rock salt.
But as he was about to fire, he heard Dean yell, "Sammy! It's here!" and a bang that told him Dean had fired his own weapon.
Two monsters in one place? How bad could their luck be?
"Here too!" Sam yelled over his shoulder, but in the second he looked away from the thing in front of him his head went fuzzy.
Dean ran into the room. "I got it, it's dead," he said. "That beastie won't be bothering this town anymore. Did you say something?"
"No," said Sam. "Good thing it went to your side. Better you than me. But doesn't it normally go for pretty girls?"
"Very funny," Dean grumbled. The boys continued bickering as they left the building. Sam glanced behind them for a last look and jumped.
The suited thing was standing on the porch, looking at him.
"Do you see that?" Sam asked, tapping Dean's shoulder and pointing. He looked at Dean.
"See what?" Dean turned his head, but all he saw was the porch.
"What?"
"You just asked me if I saw something, what?"
Sam frowned. "No, I didn't."
Now it was Dean's turn to frown. "Uh, yeah, you did. You feeling okay, Sammy?"
"You hearing things, Dean?" Sam retorted. He walked on, shaking his head. "C'mon, I'm tired. Let's get back to the hotel."