Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Supernatural. Just for Christina. This is my rendition of this particular episode. Sorry if this chapter seems a bit rushed. Please comment and Enjoy!

Dean's POV

I mentally smacked my head as we drove back to the hotel and towards a bed. I was extremely tired. Sam's face was tired but a large smile had spread across his face. "Don't you dare say anything to Christy. I will end your life."

"I sleep with my peepers open..." Sam said mimicking the voice of the woman I thought was the Striga.

"Shut up." I growled as we neared the hotel. "It was an honest mistake."

"You know I'm not letting this down, right?" He said his eyes closed but he wasn't asleep. He was letting his eyes relax. I looked in my rear view as flashing lights slowly started to creep towards me. I felt my stomach tighten. That woman called the police? I thought pulling over. But as soon as I had stopped an ambulance flew passed us. Once again I felt my stomach tighten. That thing attacked last night. I thought as I cautiously turned back onto the road. Once again I failed.

I was glaring at Sam who was fast asleep spread out on the bed his arms to his side while I struggled to clean our dinner, or spaghetti-O's and cereal. Dad hadn't called in a couple of days and I started to feel worried. But it was only Saturday. I sighed after I set our clean dishes out to dry. I looked over at Sam who had now turned over onto his side, his train pajamas started to look a little small as I watched him. But I always new my seven year old brother was growing like a weed.

My feet started to pace uncomfortably in that hotel room. I had been in there since Dad had left and I needed to get out. I would only be gone a few minutes. What could happen? I thought slowly and quietly grabbing my jacket from the couch, took one last look at Sam and left the room.

We pulled up into the parking lot. I smacked Sam who didn't need to woken up. I pulled off to the side and jumped out of my car. There were two ambulances and police already talking with the manager of the hotel. She was holding onto her oldest son. But let go once she saw a couple of young EMT's wheel out a stretcher with a small body on top I could see the tears falling down her face. Even the oldest seemed to be crying silently.

I climbed out of the car and my eyes went wide as another team of EMT's were dragging out another stretcher this time with a taller person. Her long blond hair was almost white next to her pale skin, her eyes were closed and she had an oxygen mask placed over her face. I could see Sam's face pale as they pushed her into the back of the ambulance and close the door after one of the EMTS jumped in.

We rushed to the manager who was now just holding her son close to her. She glanced up at us afraid we'd start yelling at her. "I'm so sorry," she said almost hearing our unasked question. The ambulances quickly drove away leaving all of us standing there in the cool breeze. "I heard her screaming and I tried to get to her but she was already pale."

"She was screaming?" Sam asked and the manager nodded.

"And this morning I found my son in the same state." She tightened her grip on her oldest and went inside the hotel's lobby dragging her son inside with her.

~S.W.~

Sam and I searched our hotel room and found another rotten hand print on the window pane. The blackness was like my mind pulling me deeper into guilt. My sister was attacked? First Sammy, now Christy. I could almost hear Dad's yells as memories once again clouded my mind as we searched.

I was playing the pinball machine in the front lobby when the owner came up and gently tapped my shoulder. "We're closing up." He said he may sounded upset but I could tell he just wanted to sleep. He let me finish my game, which ended seconds later, and I walked the few feet towards my hotel room.

As I opened up the door I could tell something was off in the room. It wasn't like I walked into the wrong room, but it felt different. I quietly walked over towards the bedroom, where Sammy was and noticed the door was slightly ajar. My preteen stomach twisted as I inched closer and my fingers brushed against the cool metal of the shotgun dad had taught me to shoot a few years previous.

I quietly opened the door and my eyes went wide. I froze with fear at the sight. Something was hovering over my brother's body, Sam's face slowly getting paler as the figure in the black cloak and bright white mouth continued to hover. I didn't hear the front door slam open I didn't fully register my dad's presence as he rushed into the room, scaring the figure from what it was doing. Dad took his shot gun and fired a few rounds. The figure let out a strange scream before jumping out of the window.

Dad rushed over towards Sam who was starting to breath heavily. His once pale face slowly began to come back as he then started to sob. Dad's eyes narrowed as he looked at me. "Where were you?" He snapped at me, pulling Sam closer towards his chest.

"I just stepped out," I stammered feeling his glare burn the insides of my stomach. "I wasn't gone long."

"Sam was your responsibility!" Dad's raised voice echoed through my head as he continued to hold Sam. "It's okay Sammy. It's okay."

~S.W.~

I had gone to the hospital all by myself, after I dropped Sam at the library. He was searching the newspapers if this thing had happened before. I had told him that it did. But he wanted to check to make sure I wasn't just guilty for getting our sister admitted to the hospital.

My sister wasn't placed with the other kids, but she was in a room by herself. Her face pale even in the dim litted room. Dr. Hydecker was checking her vitals when he turned and saw me standing there looking ashamed and guilty.

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked stepping inside. Dr. Hydecker forced a small smile before placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Her white cell count is dropping more rapidly then the kids," Hydecker said his brown hair bounced as he turned to look down at her face. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I glanced down and saw Sam's name lighting up my screen.

"I got to take this," I said and stepped outside and placed my phone to my ear after I pressed the answer button. "What do you got?" I asked.

"This has happened before," Sam said his voice level. "About a hundred years ago. And I saw a picture of the hospital back in the 1800s where eight kids had died, with the same symptoms. And guess who's front and center?"

"Sammy I don't have time for ga-"

"Dr. Hydecker." My stomach tightened. As I turned to look at Dr. Hydecker writing down something on his clipboard. "Dean?"

"Meet me back at the hotel. We got to talk."

End of Dean's POV