Chapter 1

Pain. That was all he felt. The white-hot pain he felt on the back of his right leg. Something had bitten him. He didn't know what it was or where it was. He looked around and began to take in his surroundings. It was an old rundown factory that had been abandoned for a week due to the mysterious deaths. It was quite dark but he was still able to see some things. All Sam knew was that he had to find his brother. Dean. Where the hell are you? Sam didn't like feeling like a little boy who had to go to his father or older brother for help, but the pain outweighed the rest of his thoughts. The phone. Where is that God damn phone? It all went blurry for the young Winchester when he was attacked from behind by that...well he didn't know what it was exactly. He began to feel around for his cell phone, hoping that whatever attacked him did not break it. He finally was able to find the phone and immediately began to dial Dean's number.

Meanwhile, Dean was back at the motel, eagerly waiting for Sam to come back. It was only a little job and Sam was well prepared. Sam was able to handle it on his own. Sam even assured him that everything would be okay right before he left, and when Sam didn't come back after two hours, Dean began to worry. He was thinking of going to the factory to help him, but he was afraid that if he left, then Sam would come back and wonder where he was. Come on Sammy. Where the hell are you? Dad I need your help. I can't find Sammy and I am a little worried so I was wondering if you could help me out. Give me some sort of sign that he is okay. Please Dad, I need to know-. Before Dean could finish his thoughts, his cell phone rang.

"Sammy?"

"Dean. I need your help."

"Are you alright?"

"Not really. Just please come and get me." Sam did not sound like himself. He sounded weak and hurt.

"Alright. Where are you."

"The factory."

"Ok I'll be right there. Just hold tight." Dean hung up the phone and grabbed the keys to the impala and sped towards Sam.

"Sam!" Dean yelled when he got to the building.

"Sammy! Where are you?!"

"Here." Dean looked over and saw Sam on the floor and bleeding.

"My God." Dean said in a low voice and ran over to aid his brother.

"Sam are you alright?" He asked as he grabbed Sam's head and began to examine his face. He didn't see any blood on his face, so he checked out the rest of him. To him, it looked like Sam was missing the back of his right leg. Fear began to go through his veins.

"Sam what happened?"

"Something came out from behind me and attacked me. I don't know where it went." Sam began to try and get up but Dean instantly protested.

"Whoa whoa. Where do you think you're going Van Dam. You're hurt and we are going right to the hospital." he said as he lowered his brother back to the ground.

"Dean what are you talking about?! You're wanted for murder. You can't be seen anywhere people will recognize you."

"Sam you're hurt. The last thing I care about is the police."

"Dean we have to fund this thing. We can't just leave. It could hurt more innocent people. We have to find it and kill it."

"We don't even know what IT is! You came in here unprepared and look what happened! Sam we are going to the hospital right now and that is it!"

"You are not taking me to the hospital! Let's go to see Bobby."

"Are you kidding me? Bobby is like three hours away from here. We are going to the hospital, its closer."

"Dean we are going to Bobby's."

"Hospital."

"Bobby's."

"Hospital."

"Bobby's."

"Hospital."

Dean looked at his brother. He was tired of fighting. All he wanted to do was get his brother some help. He couldn't do that if Sam wouldn't corporate.

"Are you sure that you can make it?"

"I'll be fine. Just help me to the car."

Inside the car, things were not any better. Dean was asking his brother every two minutes if he was alright and Sam was getting as frustrated as ever. It was a little passed one in the morning and Sam was exhausted and all he wanted to do was sleep. He tried to close his eyes but every time he did, Dean would talk to him to try and keep him awake. Last time he was aware, Dean was blasting a Metallica and they were only an hour away from Bobby's.

Dean was bleeding. He was on the floor with arm sliced open. Someone was standing over him with a knife in one hand.

"Where is he?" the stranger asked.

"I don't know. I swear I don't know."

"He is your brother. How can you not know? I'm not going to hurt him if that is what you're thinking. No we are going to be nice to him. We are going to kill him quickly. I promise you that he won't feel a thing. But since you're not telling me anything, I'm just gonna have to torture you some more until your ready to talk." The stranger began to walk near him and Sam began to lose sight of his brother.

"Sam! Sam! Sam!" Sam woke to his brother yelling his name and a huge headache. Dean saw the pain in his brother's eyes and became worried.

"Sam are you alright?"

"Sam what happened?" Sam was starring off into space with a worried look on his face. "Sammy!"

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Sam?"

"When I call you Sammy, then I know you'll answer me. Now tell me what happened."

"I had a vision about you."

"What happened?"

"Someone had to tied to a chair and he or she or whatever it was, was questioning you about me. I think it was the same thing that attacked me."

"I thought you said that you were bitten."

"I was but we have faced shape shifters before."

"So how do you know that the person who was interrogating me was the same person that attacked you?"

"Just call it a hunch."

"We will talk about this later. Right now let's get you to Bobby's." Dean turned his attention back to the car. Sam looked down at the back of his leg and saw that the bleeding had slowed down. He looked back up towards Dean and silently said "We have to protect you."

"Me?! What about you?!"

"Dean you may DIE because of me."

"You're my brother. Dad told me to protect you at all costs. It's my responsibility."

"What do you think MY responsibility is Dean?!"

"Okay, okay. We are both in some pretty hot water but all we have to do is come up with a plan. We always do."

"Yeah but Dean...How? We don't know when this thing is going to attack again or where it is."

"Well first thing's first. We are gonna get Bobby to look at that leg of your's and then we will deal with it."

Bobby was tired. He had been out all night getting rid of a ghost that was terrorizing a family over in Nevada. All he wanted to do was go to bed and sleep until the end of the century. He had just climbed into bed when there was a knock, more like a bang, at the door. He was arguing with himself about wether or not to answer the door.

"Bobby!" He heard from outside the door.

"OO SHIT THAT'S DEAN'S VOICE!" He jumped out of bed and ran to the door. He saw Dean supporting Sam. He looked down and saw blood coming out of Sam's leg. There was no time for "Hellos". He rushed Sam and Dean into the kitchen.

"What happened?!" He asked as he grabbed some supplies from the cabinet.

"Believe me, I wish I knew." Sam answered as Bobby began to examine his leg. It was in bad shape. He wasn't really sure that he could be much help. Sam was lucky that it wasn't infected too badly.

"My God Sam. What the hell could have done this? You have to tell me everything that had happened."

"Well I got into the factory and I started to look around. I didn't see anything at first, then something started to move in the corner of my eye. I went over to see it what it was and then before I knew it, I was on the floor bleeding. The truth is..I don't really know what happened. I want to figure it out as badly as everyone else here." Sam looked down and saw that Bobby was wrapping a cloth around his leg. "Am I okay?"

"You'll be fine. You should rest. Your brother and I will handle all of the research."

"No Bobby. I'll help out. Just lead me to a couple of books and I'll do a little research."

"No Sam!" Dean yelled. "Its time for you to rest. I'll wake you if we find anything."

Sam looked at Dean then Bobby and then back to Dean.

"I'm not gonna win this fight am I?"

"Afraid not." Dean answered. "Go to bed and get some rest. Doctor's orders." Dean led Sam into the bedroom while Bobby got all of his books and put them on the table.