Dean was pacing the floor, trying to come up with an explanation for the attacks on his brother. Did they piss off some sort of spirit? Was something after Sam for some reason? Or did they just have bad luck yet again?

"Dude, Dean stop pacing the floor your making me nuts"

"Well I'm just worried Sam"

"Your always worried Dean"

"Yeah well I kind of have a reason now don't I Sam?"

"Look Dean I know your worried but just stop for a second okay? We can figure this out together"

"Yeah well we don't have much to go on now do we?"

"Well we do have a little, I mean their was that thing where I woke up and saw a gash on my face and now this"

"So what does that tell us?"

"Well..." Sam scratches his head. "It could be anything basically"

"Exactly, we got nothing"

"Well I mean, does it have something to do with this demon that's taking all the kids, or maybe it has nothing to do with it"

"Well if it does it's pretty random, I mean its taking these kids and attacking you? I dunno Sammy this is looking like two separate things to me"

"Okay so then what kind of demon slashes up my face and can turn into some thick black smoke?"

"Uh anyone of them"

"Good one Dean"

"Okay, okay well it seems to me like it's some kind of spirit that's attached itself to you for some reason"

"But why me?"

"Uh because you the freak?"

"Dude would you cut it out?"

"Sorry, I guess maybe because you have visions or something I don't really know"

"But how would it know?"

"Your guess is as good as mine"

"Alright so I'm thinking some sort of vengeful spirit that's after me for some reason"

"Sounds about right"

"Terrific"

"What?"

"Well it's just that no matter where we go we seem to have the best of luck Dean"

"Oh come on Sam, you know these spirits don't care who we are they just attach themselves to us for no reason"

"No Dean they attach themselves to me"

"Sam"

"No Dean, this is absolute crap no matter where we go I feel like I always have some other crap to deal with, that I'm the one constantly under attack"

"What?"

"Sorry, it's just how I feel"

"Okay Sam I get it, you hate this, I do too, but we can't just sit on our asses and wait for it to show its ugly face, we gotta figure out what the hell it wants"

"Alright lets go"

The boys packed up their stuff and headed to the local library yet again to figure out what was going on. Dean hoped he could find something, seeing as the last time they went to the library they found nothing. Sam was worried, I mean everytime he was on a hunt he always felt like he had to be the one to be rescued. He always felt like the inexperienced hunter when Dean was around. He had always felt that everything fell on him and Dean had to be the one to save him. He never felt like he was the one to save the day. And now their was some sort of spirit after him? Things were going great so far, they already had this hunt going on which wasn't going to well and now Sam had this to deal with. Yup this was looking like a good hunt already.

The ride there was pretty quiet, both Sam and Dean had things on their mind. Dean was thinking about how he could protect Sam and Sam was dwelling on the fact that he was again in the position of needed to be saved. It kind of pissed him off, ever since the whole "destiny" thing he felt that everything was on Dean's shoulders. It was always Dean that was looking out for him, never him looking out for Dean. Well okay that wasn't true because they were always looking out for each other, but still, why was he the one that always needed looking after? He was after all an adult and never asked for this destiny stuff. He thought of what the demon had showed him that night. Could it be true? I mean did he really have demon blood in him? He decided not to go there, this was no time to be thinking of that. Especially when Dean didn't know. I mean how could he tell him? Oh by the way Dean our mom knew the demon. Yeah you know that was the kind of casual conversation Dean and him had while sipping afternoon tea. Sam rolled his eyes and though instead of the demon that was after him and how he was going to stop it. He also though of the deal Dean had made. Dean didn't want to talk about it either, he just wanted to continue hunting. Sam always kept looking for ways to help, but never told Dean and that's the way they kept it. Sam just kept looking for ways to save Dean while Dean just kept his nose in hunting. This is the way the kept it, it worked for now but sooner or later Dean would have to deal with it.

The finally arrived at the local library and grabbed at table in the way back where no one would see them. Sam grabbed a few books and Dean went looking for more. Dean found one and went back to the table and found Sam buried in a pile of them.

"Hey geek boy, how's it going?"

"Shut up Dean"

"Oh come on Sam I don't think I've seen you this happy since you bought a new laptop"

"Whatever Dean, at least I fit in here"

"What are you talking about?"

Sam pointed and Dean turned around, there was a boy around the age of eight just staring at him.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Your weird!"

And the little boy scurried off. Dean clenched his teeth while Sammy laughed in the corner.

"Yeah, yeah your hilarious Sam, how much did you pay the kid?"

"Nothing!" Sam said through his laughter.

"Oh yeah Sam I really believe you"

"I'm serious, now get your ass over here I think I found something"

Dean walked over to the table.

"What?"

Sam pointed to one of the books open on the table.

"Dude are you serious? That's what is after you? I've never even seen one of those!"

"I know, me either"

"Well this is great!"

"Yeah it's looking that way"

"Well what are we going to do Sam?"

"I don't know Dean, were going to have to find a way to kill it"

Dean just looked at Sam and then back at the book. This was sure shaping up to be a great hunt.