Chapter Two: Sam
'So, we got three victims whose deaths don't really seem linked at all' I say as I move my scrambled eggs around with my fork.
'Besides the fact that their eyes were fried and it seemed like they'd drowned' Dean muffled as he took another messy bite of his burger.
I frowned at him for a while until he looked up, wiped his face and gave a goofy grin, his mouth stuffed with god-knows-what.
I shook my head as I retreated back to my laptop. Cass was looking out the window, his eyes lost in a different dimension.
'Cass. Cass?' I say as I tap him on the shoulder.
Cass blinks and turns to me with his usual blank expression.
'You're sure these weren't angels who caused this? Especially with the burnt eyes?'
'I've searched and critically analysed many angels, and none of them have been near South Dakota, nor have they caused any detriment to any humans. Recently.' He added in a gravely voice.
'Well then if there's no action on angel radio. Whose doing it?' Dean asked.
'A demon maybe?' I suggested weakly.
'Shh.' Castiel held his large hand up as he stared outside the window, very focussed on the movements of the shadows.
'What. What is it-' Dean begins to slowly move towards Cass to try see what he's looking at, only to have Cass' hand shoved straight in his face.
I frowned at Cass, looked for anything abnormal outside, but all I could see was dirt trails and a junkyard of dusty, old cars. I became more aware of the clattering of plates, the clinking of cutlery and indistinct mutters of conversation echoing around the room.
'Move' Cass turned to me and glared at me with an alarmed look in his eyes.
Before I could comprehend what he'd said to me, Cass pushed me aside, leapt out of the booth and hurdled towards the door. Dean quickly wiggled out of the booth to follow Cass as I slammed some money on the table before striding over to the door, and out into the blasting heat of Sioux Falls.
'Cass! What's wrong?!' Dean shouted as Cass sprinted near the alley side of the cafe.
'Demon.' Cass replied as a two men came into view. One was being held up by his throat, gasping for breath, trying to grip his murderer's face as the other man snapped his head around to face us. The horrid midnight black eyes glistened in the sunlight for a second, then a flash of sharp, jagged teeth greeted us.
'Ah the Three Musketeers!' He sang.
Dean and I fumbled for our guns, managed to grip them and pointed them directly at the demon.
'Let him go.' I said
'Oh this little fellow?' The demon teased as he looked up at the squirming man being hung to his death in his hands. 'Well. If you say so. Playtimes over' The demon grinned as a gut wrenching snap echoed and the man stopped squirming, slumped against the wall and slid to the ground with a soft 'thump'.
I squinted slightly at the sight, before Dean said 'You son of a bitch' and pulled the trigger, the bullet sliced through the air, but the demon shot up his arm, hand outstretched, and the bullet screeched to a halt and dropped to the ground. We all stared in disbelief.
'Daddy Demons learnt a trick or two' He laughed as he flung Dean and I back. We crashed to the ground as Cass' moved forward and threw his hand forward, only to have the demon latch onto it and bend his arm back until a few snapping sounds were heard, and with a grunt, Castiel went soaring through the air and into a pile of dusty, beaten up pick up trucks. I felt a bead of sweat cutting down my forehead as I held up my shaking gun to shoot the demon. The demon paced over and kicked the gun out of my hand and squeezed me by the throat.
'It'll be nice to add a moose to my collection' He said as his lips curled into a disturbingly glorious smile. And as his hand strangled the life out of me, and my ears began to ring, and my eyes began to blur. A scream of agony roared from the demon, followed by a flash of light and a thump of dead meat on the ground.
I struggled to lift my head when I saw a blue eyed, red haired woman, no older than 20, grinning as she licked the blood trickling down her knife.
'Hello boys'