Thanks to my friend Sheila for her help. Jackie

Then: One month ago.

Some time later that same night, the demon that possessed Mad Dog had taken over another host.

"Be seeing you soon Dean."

Now:

Driving home late at night, Dean's black Impala suddenly got a flat tire in a dark, secluded alley, in the bad part of Lawrence, Kansas. Dean grew restless and bored just staying at home with little to do. He had been going to the store for his mother and had met with some friends. Hanging out awhile with them, he finally decided he needed to get home. He didn't want to worry his parents. It had only been a month and they were watching him closely. On his way back home he got a flat tire.

"Son of bitch!" Dean yelled, angrily noting how late it really was. His parents were going to kill him.

Dean got out of the car, cursing under his breath. He was about to open up the trunk when a car pulled into the alley by the dumpster. "Oh crap," Dean said quietly and removed his keys from the lock. Two dark figures stepped out of the shadows approaching him. He tried to run but didn't get far because suddenly, he felt a firm hand being clamped tightly over his mouth.

He struggled but couldn't get away. The two men that had grabbed him forced him up against the brick wall. When they did, his cell phone dropped to the street.

The two men holding him, savagely attacked him, brutally beating him, whacking away at him with rods. Dean felt his whole body being pulvarized by the rods the men carried in their hands.

Gritting his teeth against the pain brought on by the excruciating blow to his mid-section, Dean wheezed, the air forced from his lungs by the blow.

Suddenly a tremor ran through Dean's body as he groaned in pain.

Smiling, Damon knew he had delivered an effective blow to the young man. Taking a sharp knife from his pocket, Damon stabbed Dean in his arm. A steady stream of blood steadily flowed from the wound.

Dean went to hold his arm, but was unable to move as one of his attackers pinned him to the wall. He felt like he would pass out at any moment. He grunted, groaning loudly as he struggled to free himself from his captors.

Grabbing Dean's chin, Damon forced his head up. "Look at me boy." He ordered. "You can't run away from me Dean. Ever! I'm your worst nightmare. The demon possessing the new host said, his voice dark, sadistic and evil.

Dean stared fearfully at the possessed young man who was staring so intenly at Dean, he shivered.

"Who...who are you?" Dean whispered, his voice barely audible.

Damon answered with a swift, hard blow to Dean's jaw, knocking him out cold. When his attacker let him go, Dean fell unconsious to the ground in the dark dank alley.

Damon looked down at the boy lying unconscious before him, grinning.

"This is almost too easy." Damon said. "I finally found you," he breathed deeply. Momentarily, he stared down at him. leering and chuckling evilly.

Picking him up, Damon carried him, over his shoulder to the car. "You will never escape from me, Dean. I'm taking you someplace far, far away. Someplace where your family will never find you."

TBC