Walking through the dark, Dean had only one thing on his mind; pie. Good thing they were open 24 hours. His legs were stiff but that didn't stop for hours will do that to you. The only reason the Winchesters were in Phoenix was to track down a demon hybrid.
Murder was the "normal" reason to start a case, but this was strange. People were only getting attacked, not killed. Everyone said they saw a light, heard footsteps, turned around and no one was there, stupid stuff, except for the fact they had scratch marks down there arms and bites on there wrists.
Dean kept stepping, his combat boots left footprints in the Arizona sand. A shadow trailed behind him under the fluorescent street lights. Dean suddenly felt a chill, it hit him like a bullet in the back. Something struck him with fear. Was he being followed? He started to hum the song "Bad company" in his head to relent the nervousness. Behind the dumpster he saw a light. Probably a homeless person roasting week old weenies. Dean giggled at the though of that.
Something flashed in front of his emerald green eyes. And he fell to the ground with a gasp. "WHO'S OUT THERE! " Dean sputtered trying to catch his long gone breath. The light disappeared. "SAM? THIS ISN'T FUNNY SAM!" He knew it wasn't his brother playing a prank on him. He tried to fool himself to relive the thought that Something was out there. That something that wanted him dead. Dean flung himself up off the ground and ran. He made it a few feet before he found his shaking body against a wall, staring into its black eyes.