By the time Dean had caught up to Sam he was out of breath. Sam was behind a tree, his gun aimed toward the ground. Dean put his back to the tree next to Sam. "See anything?" Dean asked.
"No, it's quiet, almost too quiet." Sam said. Suddenly, there was a muffled cry from behind them by the river.
"What's that?" Dean asked.
"I'll go check it out." Sam said.
"Sam, Wait!"
"What?" Sam asked impatiently.
"I'll come with." Dean replied
"Dude, what's the use in both of us going?" Sam asked.
"What if a demon, or twelve shows?"
"Dean, I'll be fine, stay here and wait to see if some demons show up here." Sam said quickly, going off to the river.
Crap Sam, you're trying to kill me, aren't you? Dean thought.
Sam crept up from behind a tree into an open area. He noticed two bodies, a young couple, tied to a couple of posts. They were dirty and bloody. "Hi," Sam said as he went over quickly to untie them. "Are you okay?" Sam asked, untying them.
"What the hell is going on?" Asked Charlie, helping Sally up.
"I wish I knew. But, I can't explain right now, all you have to know is you're in danger, come on." Sam said, ushering them through the woods.
