-1Blood red chapter 2

'Sam, why did you not wake me?' Dean asked rubbing his neck

'You looked so peaceful, and I didn't want to wake you' Sam smiled.

'So you just let me sleep in the car?!?' Dean was getting frustrated at his brothers actions.

Sam just laughed and went into the kitchen area of the motel room. As Sam put the tap on for some water, Dean sat down. The tap running broke the silence, and made Dean rush into the bathroom. Sam laughed aloud. He walked to his laptop and sat in a red chair, making a slight squeak. Dean opened the door feeling rather refreshed and more alert; his hazel eyes open and ready for action.

'Dude, you know I'm gonna get you back, so find anything?'

Sam turned the laptop to face Dean, the light shining like a torch on Deans grey shirt. He skimmed down the page nodding and shaking his head to himself. Sam watched in amazement and smiled to himself. After taking a sip of the water, he cleared his throat.

'Young woman found in the woods, body mauled to pieces and the word prey carved into her in Latin. Wendigo? '

Dean smiled at what his brother said, 'Dude, do you remember anything?' Sam looked puzzled, 'Sammy, wedigos EAT their prey, not carve it like a turkey at Christmas! We hunted one around a year ago-the son of a bitch took me and was gonna eat me for appetizers.'

'Okay, just a suggestion. I have searched through dad's journal and cant find anything remotely like this.' Dean walked to the other chair and picked up the journal. The pages made a slight whooshing noise as he turned the pages.

Sam scoffed 'I told you, I found nothing, but hey, what do I know I have only been hunting for my life!'

It was Deans turn to scoff, 'You haven't been hunting your entire life, please. You took off remember; left me and dad to do the hunting while you turned geek boy!'

Sam stood up, his wide frame towering over Dean, his eyes closed a little. 'What is this all about, because I left you asleep in the car?'

Dean also stood and shook his head, still holding the journal,

'No, dude you know what never mind-we have to go the woods and try to sort this mess out.'

Dean started to walk to the door, his jeans making that noise as the denim rubbed. Sam still stood there in his blue t-shirt looking at Dean. He just huffed and got his coat following Dean out the white door. It slowly creaked shut after Sam left the room.

It was awkward in the car, the silence made both the boys slightly irritated. Sam's hair flickered from the wind as Dean drove across a remote road. He turned and looked at his younger brother, wondering if he was too harsh. The little puppy dog eyes looked hurt so he decided to break the silence.

'Tell me more about why this isn't just a bear attack and a weirdo using her as a piece of wood for kicks?'

Sam knew what his brother was doing and smiled to himself. He sat up, the seat again squeaking.

'Well, authorities say that there was no sign of somebody there apart from the victim, Ashley Turner, age 25. Police found her car a few miles from where she was found, so they are thinking stalker turned Freddy Kruger who somehow got rid of his footprints and any trace of him there. They say that there has been no other attack like this in this area of the woods in about 17 years, but that attack was a bear attack.' Sam scrolled further down on his laptop to get more information, the light making his eyes look like mini torches. Dean looked at the time on his watch and then at Sam. Sam noticed and shut his laptop, the light going quickly.

'Dean, you have been acting funny since you woke up in the car-what's up?'

'Nothing Sammy, just a bit cranky.' Dean shifted his hazel eyes around the car.

Sam leant forward-again squeaking, 'Look man, I'm not like that any more, it was the…' Sam reached for the word, but couldn't pronounce it, 'thing, it just made me act and do those things-but I didn't want to really deep down, but I had no choice. ' His brown eyes started to well up with tears. 'I hurt that girl and I hurt you, please just drop it.' He looked pleadingly at his brother, who looked back. Dean nodded and Sam smiled. Dean noticed a bar open and widened his eyes with excitement. He drove the car into the car park, the wheels making a swoosh sound in an old puddle. Dean got his wallet and was about to step out, but Sam grabbed him.

'Dude, what is it?'

Sam whispered 'I wouldn't, the police all over the place'

Dean giggled 'Sammy, don't worry, we will be fine. The FBI have no clue-any look at these guys, even you could beat them up!'

'Ha ha, don't you reme…' Dean just closed the door and started to walk up to the entrance. Sam quickly got out of the car and stepped in to the puddle. Shaking it off and cursing under his breath, he ran to catch up with Dean who was smiling at someone with a black eye and bust lip talking to the police. Sam tapped Dean on the shoulder, 'C'mon, we don't want to be here.'

'Yeah, we do. Look at the poor guy. Someone got him bad.'

Sam was looking shifty, 'You have no idea do you?'

Dean turned to face his taller, yet younger brother and as he was the man pointed in his direction.

The police man cleared his throat, Dean turned around and smiled 'Can I help you officer?'

'The officer turned to face the man, who was walking toward the brothers. 'Are you sure about who did this?'

The man had an angry look on his face, his blue eyes looked dangerous. 'Yes. HIM!'

Dean gulped.