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Chapter 2

Sam let a small sigh escape him as he trudged into the town near the rundown house he seen in that horrible nightmare. He'd had this hellish dream a full five nights before the whole Roosevelt Asylum debaucle.

He'd hitched a ride to this town and had been dropped off a quarter of a mile outside the town. It'd cost him a precious day to get here, leaving him only twenty-four hours to prepare.

Sam screwed his eyes shut tightly and shook his head as memories of what he'd done to his brother a mere day before came crashing back. Yeah, he'd been whammied by the psychotic spirit of the good Dr. Ellicot. But, that freaky spooks funky supernatural mojo merely ampliphied the feelings that already pre-existed within his heart.

Sure, at the time, he hadn't downright told Dean that he hated him, he hadn't said " I hate you Dean." But, who in their right mind says they love their big brother by shooting him square in the chest with a shotgun round of rock salt, and then after that picks a fight and hurts said brother further by basically manipulating him into thinking they didn't want to be with him, to be my his side anymore and part ways in the dead of night?

With another soul weary sigh and his very posture exhuding how down he was truely feeling, Sam trudged down the street of the quiet town, the small motel being his destination.

He only had twenty-four hours to prepare to stop that RawHead from turning two innocent kids into it's next meal.

Using a fake credit card from the Winchester stash, Sam checked himself it a small room and found it to be surprisingly clean and well kept. Sam took a quick shower before he immediately set to work researching. With each hour that passed, Sam's eyes darted more and more to the back of weapons Dean had roughly shoved into his arms last night.

More specifically, in his mind he could see the two Taser guns he'd skillfully sneaked into the bag the day after he'd had his premonitory nightmare and before Roosevelt Asylum had come in and royally fucked up his relationship with his older sibling. The weapon when used, would shoot twin projectiles that were barbed at the tips. These barbs latch onto the target and send upwards of one hundred- thousand volts of electricity into whatever target they hit.

It was the same weapon that had been the instrument of Dean's death in Sam's nightmare.

A shiver ran up Sam's spine as images of Dean laying in cold, muddy water with his body arching grotesquely as one hundred-thousand volts of electricity from one of the afore mentioned Taser guns coursed through him before he went utterly limp.

And it was Sam's assumption... Dead.

Sam shook his head and blinked furiously against the burn behind his eyes as he refocused his attention back tp his laptop. He kept on researching until the need for food could no longer be ignored.

He put his jacket on and headed out into the now afternoon sun and made his way to the diner a couple of blocks from the motel.

He ordered a few cheeseburgers to go and when the white paper bag appeared, he paid for it in cash and was out the door and back in his room within minutes.

Naturally, he was situated infront of his computer, pouring over all the info he could find on the web about Rawheads, this time while he was hungrily devouring cheese burgers in very rapid succession.

He couldn't help but see the forshadowing.

This could very well be his last meal seeing as to what might happen when he went after the Rawhead...

Tonight.

With growing dread, Sam kept on researching, with his eyes were once again shifting to the bag of weapons, and a feeling of dark, contradicting emptiness within the pit of his burger-filled stomach.

Meanwhile, on a highway deep in the American woods...

Dean Winchester sat in a very foul mood behind the wheel of his beloved black 1976 Chevy Impala.

He was on his way to the town his rather illusive father had called and told him and Sam to go check out because of suspicious disappearances.

Well, Dean was on his way and Sam was noticably absent from his customary seat, riding shotgun.

" Moronic, self-righteous little brat." Hissed Dean under his breath as he drove, a frown seemingly to have been carved into his face, his eyes hard a cloudy as he remembered the events of the night before yesterday, when Sam had left him...

Again.

Dean drove with his anger and hurt feelings simmering as memories of what had happened at that damn Asylum once again assaulted his mind.

His brother's hateful words echoing through his mind in conjunction with the fresh spikes of pain radiating across his bruised and rocksalt battered chest.

" Damn you Sammy." Whispered Dean as he felt the backs of his eyeballs beginning to burn with the salt tears.

With a small sniffle and blinking his eyes furiously, Dean increased the pressure on the Impala's accelerator, making the muscle car go just a little bit faster, getting more and more further away from the place where he and his baby brother parted ways.

Further away from Sam who, unbeknownst to him was gonna have more serious injuries than the battered chest and bruised heart Dean was sporting, before the sun would be up tomorrow.

Several hours later, outside a rundown shack...

Sam watched as his breath rose in a fine white mist before disappearing into the night.

Damn, it was freezing cold out here and Sam's jacket didn't do jack in the keeping it's wearer warm department.

Tiny shivers wracked through Sam's tall, lanky form as he stealthily made his way over to the broken down house that looked like it was gonna collapse as any second.

As quietly as he could, he slipped through the house's rickety old door, armed only with one of the taser guns in his hand, the other hidden under the waistband of his jean at the small of his back and a flashlight.

Battling back the cold dread that was washing over him in icy waves, Sam held the flashlight and taser gun in a policeman's carry, the gun hand under the flashlight hand as he slowly, carefully made his way down the rotting stairs to the lower level.

It grew darker down here, almost pitch black but, Sam could just make out the door of a wardrobe standing against the wall.

In two long strides he was at the doors of the wardrobe, gripping the knobs with his hands.

With a small breath, he willed his hands to pull, the doors flew away to reveal the two terrified looking children huddled together inside the wardrobe.

They gasped in shock and huddled closer, looking up at this tall and armed stranger looming over them.

" P-please don't hurt us!" Cried the boy as he clung tightly to his sister, the two kids staring up at Sam with impossibly wide and scared eyes.

Sam putting his hand out in a nonthreatening gesture and spoke.

" Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you, I came here to get you outta here and away from that freaky thing that took you."

The two kids stared at Sam, silently debating on weither or not to trust him but, they quickly surmised that he was being truthfull.

The girl reached out and latched only Sam's hand, her little one all but swallowed up by his much larger one as he gripped it firmly but gently.

" Alright, just hold onto each other and do exactly as I tell you." Said Sam as he hurriedly helped the children out of the wardrobe and guided them towards the staircase.

" Go up these stairs and run out the door as fast as you can, wait for me outside and if I don't come out, go and find some help but run if I'm not with you in a few minutes." Ordered Sam sternly as he gave the boy and girl a small shove up the stairs.

" Wait, what's your name?" Asked the boy.

" My name is Sam, now GO!" Yelled Sam urgently.

The two kids obeyed and began running up the stairs.

It was then that the Rawhead made it's pressence known as with a loud growl, it lashed out from under the staircase and made a grab for one of the kids.

It wasn't gonna give up dinner that easily.

" SAAAAAM" Screamed the Boy as his sister's scream in terror echoed through the air as the Rawhead grasped her ankle and was pulled her back down.

" GET YOU UGLY HAND OFF HER YOU SON OF A BITCH." Screamed Sam as he took aim and fired at the grotesque, hairy arm.

The Rawhead let go, causing the Taser Gun's barbed projectiles to miss their intended target by a fraction of a second.

" DAMMITT!" Swore Sam, fully in hunter mode now as his gaze shifted to the kids on the stairs.

" WELL DON'T JUST STAND THERE, GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!!" He yelled before he took off after the Rawhead after he watched the kids safely disappear up the steps to the first floor.

Sam tossed the used Taser gun and pulled out it's brother, only to feel a white hot pain explode from the side of his head as he was flung sideways by the Rawhead's blow.

His flight was stopped by a bone jarring collision with the hard concrete wall.

Sam let out a deep scream of pain as he fell to the floor with a loud splash, his left shoulder was now alight with feiry pain and the pain in his head had increased tenfold, and Sam could dimmly feel the steady trickle of blood down the side of his face as he fought to gain his barings.

But thankfully, he'd managed to keep a firm hold on the Taser gunm even with the rough landing.

Unbeknownst to him, Sam's cellphone had fallen out of his pocket and had landed onto the floor by some crates, fatefully far away from the muddy water Sam himself was now laying in.

" YAAAAAAARRRRGH!!!" Roared the Rawhead as it rushed at the crumpled heap of a young man, closing in for the kill.

Now acting on the instinct to survive, Sam pushed himself up and raised the Taser gun with his right hand, his left arm refusing to move, lay limp against him.

" Fry you Fucker." Hissed Sam before he pulled the trigger on the gun, sending the twin barbed hooks flying.

This time, they didn't miss.

The hooks buried themselves deep into the Rawhead's chest.

The Rawhead let out an unearthly howl as one hundred-thousand volts of electricity coursed through it's body.

Sam felt grim triumph at the sight of the dying creature, but the feeling was short lived as he realised that he was soaking wet and the Rawhead was barefoot.

Water was an excellent conductor and Sam had no way of sheilding himself for what happened next.

" GAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

Sam screamed as one hundred volts of electricity now began to course through his own body.

The pain from the electricty, his shoulder, and the wound on his temple that was now bleeding profusely proved to be too much for the youngest Winchester.

Just as the Rawhead fell to the filthy floor in a well-cooked heap, Sam's body went utterly limp as by some mercy, the electricty stopped coursing through him.

With consciousness rapidly leaving him as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head, Sam's dimming mind mustered up one final thought before succumbing to his injuries and the all encompassing darkeness.

" Dean... Help me."