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In the last chapter...

I watch as the tall man moves to the window, and am so enthralled by the sweet, rich smell that rushes in on me that I crouch stunned for a moment too long before pulling back into the undergrowth. The smell calls to me, and I close my eyes and drink it in. Then, abruptly, I decide.

I have waited long enough by now.

And I am hungry... so, so hungry...

Growling softly, I move forwards and begin to search for a way in so that I can once again become the hunter instead of the hunted.

Now...

Sam rubbed his aching eyes, and then glanced up as Dean mumbled something incoherent and jerked his head to one side. He laid one hand on his brother's forehead trying not to hear Dean's small whimpers at the contact. He didn't think his brother had a temperature, so it couldn't be an infection. Most likely it was just the seditives confusing him.

"S'mn... gotta g't out..."

"I know, Dean, I'm watching your back," Sam assured him softly. "Its okay."

Despite the fact that he knew that they were safe in the hospital - like a zombie was going to come running in through the door and attack them here - Dean's mutterings were setting him on edge. He had never seen Dean so scared and panicked before, and it was freaking him out. But he couldn't let Dean know that, he had to stay strong for him. He was the one in charge now.

Sighing, Sam moved his hand down to Dean's shoulder and squeezed him awkwardly before returning to the window. Back to thinking about what the hell Dean had been doing out there...

Okay, so he had gone out at around seven.

From their motel room it took pretty much no time at all to get to the diner a few streets away, especially by car. So that left Dean with at least twenty minutes to have found the mysterious 'it' he kept talking about and fight it long enough to have to chase it down the road so fast that he endangered his own life.

Not that it wasn't like Dean to be reckless.

But still, to get that into a hunt in so little time, and to not have called Sam for back up... unless it was something which he thought he could handle despite the fact that he had no weapons, no journal, no nothing. So, like a ghost? But you needed rock salt or iron.

"Dean, why didn't you just call me?" Sam moaned, rubbing his hands over his face.

The lights overhead flickered, and Sam looked up sharply, his nerves instantly on edge. The lights flickered again, and then went out. Dean's heart monitor squealed in a monotone for a few seconds before the backup power kicked in and the steady beeping started up again. Sam's hand moved to his jeans, brushing over the smooth metal of his gun. He moved slowly to Dean's side, placing one hand on top of his brothers'.

"S'okay, Dean, I've gotcha," he muttered.

Dean's features jerked in a small wince and a small tremble ran through him. Sam wet his lips anxiously, his hand tightening on his gun.

Its nothing. Bad fuse, power cut. Nothing Supernatural. Everything - is - fine.

The green glow from the flashing heart monitor created an eerie half light in the darkness. Sam hovered anxiously, suddenly reluctant to leave his brothers side not just because he wanted to protect him but also because the old habit of Dean protecting him still hung over him like a storm cloud. Right now, with no one around him he was sure he could trust, with no idea what was 'coming' for them, all he wanted to do was hide behind his brother.

But he couldn't. He had to be the strong one now.

So, his heart thudding wildly, he pulled out the gun and fixed his eyes on the door, promising himself that he was ready for anything that came through it.

Yeah, right.

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I slip in through an open window downstairs and move through the darkness as silent and fast as a shadow. It was almost too easy to cut off the power to the lights. Not that I am not an honourable fighter, but there must be no mistakes.

The hunter must die.

I remember the smell of his blood, the smell of the tall one, and my mouth begins to water. Blood from my previous victims drips from my lips and splashes on the floor, tiny rubies in the halflight. My body tenses in preperation, and a low snarl vibrates out from my chest.

I hear a small gasp from behind me, and whirl around. I growl in fury at myself: my thoughts have distracted me and a young woman stands a few metres behind me in the corridor. Her mouth opens and closes in shock and horror, her eyes widen in fear as she gazes at me. I growl, and she opens her mouth, sucking in the breath to scream...

I launch myself forwards and sink my teeth into her soft flesh. The only noise is the quiet 'fwump' as her body falls, twitching and jerking, to the floor. Her blood rushes into my mouth and my eyes roll in pleasure, but I tear myself away. There is more important prey here now. I rise and move swiftly away from her bloodied corpse, aware of her sightless eyes on my back as I make for the stairs. As I move out of sight, I hear a shrill, piercing scream from the floor below and make a break for the shadows of the mens toilets nearby. People will come, they can't find me.

But it won't be long now.

I am ready.

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The shrill scream snarled in on Sam's ears and he flinched, his fingers closing tightly over his brother's hand. Dean moaned, but Sam barely heard him. He knew that scream. He had howled it himself more than once. It was the scream of complete and utter terror, of seeing something terrible... something supernatural.

He realized with a small jolt that he was shivering, and pulled himself together as best as he could. Protect Dean. Nothing else mattered. He put the gun behind his back and moved to the door opening it a crack. People were running towards the stairs to see what the fuss was about. Sam would have followed, but there was no way he was going to leave Dean alone. Instead, he noticed a pale nurse breaking free of the scramble and staggering towards him, and called out to her.

"Hey, hey! What's going on?"

She swayed, glancing over at him. "I-I think someone's dead... there's so much blood downstairs... I'm sorry, I have to go..."

Her hand pressed over her mouth, she made for the other end of the corridor. Sam felt his hair standing on end on the back of his neck and retreated back into Dean's room. He moved over to his brother, not removing his eyes from the door, and touched Dean's hand.

It was in the hospital.

And it was coming for him.

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