I do not own Supernatural, that would be the WB, and Eric
I also don't own Scooby-Doo.
This is my first Fanfic, and by spelling/ grammar stinks, enjoy.
Chapter four
monsters are real, that's not some guy in makeup, this is not Scooby-Doo. this is real,
I should of been scared, but I wasn't, that shows how mest up I am, but that Gun in my hand looking at this beast with pure evil in it eyes, I just wasn't. I remember my Dad with worry as he was yelling my name, to run or do something, knowing my farther he was probably saying "shoot" as the beast got closer, I remember what my dad said "protect Sammy" and that's what I did, the ricoshay of the gun hurt, but the smell of blood and gun fire was everywhere, dying in the evening wind.
And with that one perfect shot, my path was made and my other mission had just stared.
And my farther was proud. and I smiled because he was proud.
