Hi again!

So, I'm sorry that I have to start with shorter chapters... but it's all for the greater good ;)
Have fun... it's already pretty intense... but well... that's just my opinion here. ENJOY!!

Lee

He lay there, fighting to stay conscious. He had screwed up so bad tonight. Wincing with the movement he turned on his back, wishing nothing more than for his brother to find him, helping him, because right now he couldn't do anything. His hands shook, his vision was blurry and he knew he had at least one broken rib.

He also knew that he was starting to go into shock, because all he could think about at the moment, was that on top of it all he had lost his cellphone in his flight. As he started to giggle hysterically about this, his breath caught in his throat as something within him shifted… his eyes rolled up in his head as he cried out in agony and his consciousness took the pain with it into the dark haze…

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He had had a hell of a time tonight, Dean contemplated, his hands going over the roll of dollar-bills in his pocket. Ohhh, yeahh! Ol' Greasy's look… it had been hilarious as he lost the game of pool, and the three-hundred dollars along! Then again… Ol' Greasy trying to beat the shit out of him hadn't been so much fun… on a second thought… Yeah, it had been fun!!

Giggling and swaying slightly he stopped in front of their current motel-room, sighing deeply. Well, fun-time's over now, he thought to himself, unlocking the door he let himself in, deciding to find his bed in the darkness. Sam already seemed asleep and he didn't want his brother bitching around right now. Stumbling over something in the darkness he almost cursed. Why did Sam leave the stupid weapon-duffel in the middle of the way… and then he had reached his bed, not caring to undress, just slumped down and fell asleep immediately.

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B e f o r e…

"We should go for it tonight…" Sam said face set. He had stopped the research he had started immediately after they had returned to their room after the short conversation with the pathologist. Dean rolled his eyes, his brother was really starting to get obsessed. "Sam! I told you it's too soon… we should…" Sam spread his arms wide, nostrils flaring in anger. "What do you want to wait for! Did you see the girl on the table? She was literally shredded! This mutilation…They…" he started.

"Damn! Would you just listen to me? Do you think there's only one supernatural power out there, mauling on flesh?! The victim was gone how long? She's been missing almost a week! God knows what had it's share… if we go there unpre…"

"Since when are you the one preparing for a hunt?!" Sam stopped him before he could complete the sentence. "Since when are you the one jumping to conclusions so easily!" Dean countered.

"What! Wanna wait till the next one's killed? Wasn't it you who said it's the family-business to safe people? I'm sure it's a black-dog! And you know as well as I do, that it'll go for another victim soon. It's been almost three days since the last kill!" Sam reasoned. "So, then tell me what's about the burned flesh! The broken bones! You have any idea how this fits?" Dean challenged. As Sam didn't say anything he nodded. "Yeah… I thought so…"

Sam stood there. "Listen, we're staying put. Got that? We're not going there unprepared. Period."

"Well, if you do nothing… I'll go on my own…" Sam muttered and before he knew it, his brother was in his face, pushing him into the wall, pinning him there. "What is up with you! Do you have a death-wish? You listen, Sam and you listen good." He hissed, his voice angry, his eyes blazing.

"We'll get that son of a bitch. But we're not going tonight." He pushed him harder. "Whatever it is… and we're NOT sure it's a black dog… is killing and I'm pretty sure it enjoys the kills. Did I make myself clear? We-are-not-going!" He accentuated every word of the last sentence, and after he had shoved Sam one last time he released him.

"What are you? My mother? I'm…" he stopped as he saw Dean's shoulder tense. Without another word he grabbed for his keys and turned, leaving the room without looking back.

Sam heard the Impalas engine roar into life as Dean drove off. "Screw you!" he muttered, getting on his knees to drag out the weapons-duffel under Dean's bed.

TBC...

Hope the three parts told you where this is heading and that what you read helps you to overlook the shortness ;)