What is and What Can Never Be
"All we need now is some creepy music and a hot chick to save," Dean commented as he took in his surroundings. "This place is a piece of crap."
Sam and Dean had gotten a call from Bobby a couple of days ago. Bobby had become concerned over the disappearance of an eleven year old girl and a middle aged family man in Burlington, Kentucky. After a day or two of research and evidence gathering, the two had concluded that a djinn was behind the nasty business. The pair had tracked the djinn down to an abandoned warehouse located off of an old road.
The warehouse was definitely a piece of work; the aluminum walls were rusted, cobwebs and dirty bird nests were jammed into every cranny, old crates and barrels were piled up, and the floors were filthy. The building took on a very spooky, and eerie appearance.
"Djinn like ruins," was Sam's reply.
"This is 'bout as ruined as it gets," Dean scoffed.
The brothers took small, slow steps and shined their flashlights over every area, in hope of finding the djinn's victims. They stopped for a moment when they reached the center of the building.
"I'll go this way and look for them," Dean jerked his head towards the right side of the warehouse. "Go the other way and keep an eye out for that creepy son of a bitch," Dean whispered to Sam.
Sam nodded and began his search. The warehouse was cluttered with junk and took him a while to look through the area.
Finally, however, his efforts paid off as he found both the girl and the middle aged man hanging from a metal bar behind a huge stack of crates. The two were attached to IV bags that were filled with blood. They both looked to be in horrible condition.
Sam rushed over to the girl and felt for a pulse. Satisfied with the result, he walked over to the man and also checked his vital signs.
"They're both alive…" Sam breathed in relief. "Dean!" He called for his brother. "Dean, I found them! Both of them are a—"
He was cut off as the djinn, who had been lurking in the shadows nearby, grabbed his throat and rammed him into a nearby wall. The djinn's hands and eyes glowed and he tightened his hold on Sam.
Sam struggled to free himself from the djinn's hold. His vision blurred and dark spots began to appear before him. "No," he rasped.
The djinn touched Sam's face with his hand and began to release Sam's throat from his iron grip.
It was just then that Dean rushed over and in a desperate attempt, lashed out at the djinn with his knife.
However, it was too late for Sam to be saved. He felt himself slipping into oblivion and everything in front of him grew hazy. The last thing he saw, before faling into unconsciousness, was a contorted image of his brother, trying to fight the djinn.
"De'n," he muttered, as his head fell back and hit the concrete floor of the warehouse.