A/N: Then next scene is why I marked the story as T. Blood, and of coarse, who'd ever censor Dean's 'amazing' verbal skills? Also, speacial thanks to Katelyn for being my 'Dean Advisor' and making sure I didn't totally slaughter his charater.

Four feet, just about three he guessed. Dean could feel the heat coming from the beast's breath. The smell of it was putrid as well. If the wolf wouldn't eat him, he'd die from the smell.

"Sam?" He called once more before covering his nose. What was taking the nerd so damn long? Two feet left, would this be it?

Yeah right, Dean thought and threw his arm at the wolf. In his hand was the knife. The silver blade was driven into the eye of the beast. Blood spitted out, and the mongrel shot back into the other wall in surprise, and pain. Dean hoped it was in a lot of pain.

It trashed around the lobby, and took down a wall trying to tear out the knife with its paws. Dean smirked to himself, the wolf might have looked different but the silver could still get the job done.

His feeling of triumph left him, when the knife's handle came flying at him. Even as quick of reflexes Dean had, couldn't move out of the way in time, and the handle nicked him in the shoulder. It tore his jacket, but otherwise left him unmarked.

"Sonovabitch." Dean hissed as he turned to face the wolf, but it was gone. "Son of a fucking bitch…" The whole place looked like a tornado had hit it, and it didn't help that there was the stench of death hanging like a fog throughout the room. At least the door had been broken off its hinges; the smell would be clearing soon enough-

Just then did he remember, "Sammy!" Right before he went out the door a howl sailed through the air, followed by yet another scream. "SAM!"

He'd had the upper hand for the first part of the fight. Holy water and the power of surprise were on his side after all. Though surprise could only help once, Sam had faith in the holy water. It had worked; the demons had backed off and were on the verge of retreat. However, there was only so much holy water in the milk jug Sam had grabbed. They all knew once it was gone, the tide would turn.

It had turned faster than Sam had thought though, and he didn't expect the demons to know exactly how much he'd have left, or that they would jump at the first chance to attack.

Fists flew, kicks went out, blood hit the ground, and there were sure to be bruises in the morning. One demon was down and groaning and Sam would soon be fallowing suit if he didn't get the other K.O-ed soon.

"Running out of juice, Sam?" It taunted as Sam panted, one arm limp by his side. "If you had your fix from that bitch-"

"Shut the hell up!" Sam rasped, staggering toward his foe.

"Oh, touchy subject? Well, I love those." The demon kicked Sam onto his back and stepped over him. With the moon to his back, Sam thought he looked more like a hell spawn than ever. "So let's talk about it-"

"Shut up damnit!" Sam shouted and tried to get back up, but the demon stomped on his neck. No air could get into his lungs. The demon laughed at his distress, as Sam's good arm tried to push off the boot at his neck.

"You know how rude it is to interrupt? Manners Sammy, learn 'em. You could have beaten me, you know. If you didn't have your little buddy, soul back that is. Old soulless would have torn me to shreds. Or Ruby's boy blood-a-holic would have killed me. Why let yourself get weak?" He stepped down harder on Sam and smiled. "Want to be just like your big brother?" Sam struggled for air and freedom, but it was useless. However, he was able to raise his limp arm enough to get his hand in the demons view. One finger signaled to the demon that he wasn't going down yet. "Ha, nice. Well thanks by the way for coming out here. Saved us the trouble of going in for you two."

Being on the ground, Sam could feel a rumble shake the earth. That's what he thought it was, but he hadn't had oxygen in his brain for so long, it could have been malfunctioning for all he knew. The demon didn't feel anything, so he just stepped off Sam's neck to kick his head in. Even as he gasped for air, he knew the worst was yet to come, because the demon didn't kick him. Instead, it looked over to the motel. At that very same moment the wolf came barreling out of the lobby and heading in their general direction. It howled while speeding up, and its eyes were set for the demons.

The first demon took off running, but his buddy was just getting up. In a swift motion, Sam rolled under the Impala. The wolf charged the lightheaded demon, which had just gotten to his feet. Seeing the wolf, he screamed, a scream similar to a little girl's. Black smoke rushed from the demon's body and soared into the sky; the body fell but not before the wolf had it in its mouth and ran for the woods.

Dean didn't see any sign of his little brother when he came into the parking lot. Only the tail of the wolf before it went into the woods a crossed the street. Fearing the worst, Dean ran up to the Impala and grabbed a gun, and another silver knife.

He was about to take off when he looked at the ground and saw a blood trail. Three it looked like. One went down the road towards town, not Sam. Another went to the woods, so that was the wolf and hopefully not Sam. The last… went under his car? He slammed the trunk and a moan came from under the car.

Dean dropped to his knees and looked under the Impala. Sam was breathing heavily and had one hand to his neck. When he saw Dean, he rolled onto his front and army crawled out. Dean stuck his hand out for his brother and pulled Sam up once he was out from beneath the vehicle. "What the hell happened to you?" Dean asked seeing blood trickle from Sam's nose, a boot print on his neck and how Sam had his left arm sagging.

"Two freaking demons were out here. I think it might have been an ambush or something." Sam explained what had happened, and what the demon had told him. He left out the part where the son of a bitch had called Dean weak, and all of the 'Ruby' and 'soulless' crap. That wasn't needed, and it'd piss off Dean. Who wanted that when his brother could barely think straight without his anger clotting his thoughts? "So, what's the game plan Dean?"

"Easy," Dean replied and slapped Sam's sore shoulder with a smile."Put some ice on that."

Sam winced, then smiled with gritted teeth, "Haha, your a true comedian. Really, what are we going from here?"

Dean was walking back to the motel, but said over his shoulder, "We get rid of the chick in the lobby, salt and burn, sleep for a couple more hours, talk to the guy who saw his dead granddaughter in the morning, hunt demons in the evening, and then hang out in a stripper club until dawn."

Sam sighed, then fallowed after Dean. The guy was way too comfortable with his job. It was starting to worry Sam, but he'd get over it. He always did as soon as he thought of it. "Hey Dean?"

"What?"

"I don't think this town has any kind of club. It's a really small town."

"Then there's at least two despreate women out there. Three if your lucky Sammy boy."

A/N (again): Really not sure when I'll have up the next chapter. I'll try to get it up ASAP! Oh geez, forgot somthing; Thanks to dulcinea54 for the reviews, without them I'd have a smaller ego, and no confidnce in my writing! =]