Previously: Sam is about to be purple monster chow. Run for it, Sam!
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Sam stumbles backwards up the basement stairs. The monster is halfway up and gaining. Sam's back hits the closed door and he fumbles blindly for the handle. The door finally swings open and he falls back onto the cold kitchen linoleum, then scrambles to his feet and shoves the door closed. He hears a loud thump a second later when the monster collides with the door, then a moment of silence before the door buckles and creaks in protest as the monster collides with it again.
Sam's not sticking around to see if the door will hold. He runs out of the kitchen into the adjoining living room. His heart swells with relief when he sees the house's front door through another doorway.
As he dodges a couch Sam trips on something and lands hard on his palms and knees. A splintering crash comes from the kitchen, the monster breaking its way through the basement door. Sam hurries to rise to his feet but suddenly stops short. A scream catches in his throat and his mind goes white with panic.
There's a man sprawled on the couch, his chest ripped open and caked with old blood. Sam backs quickly away and looks down at what tripped him: a woman lying face-down on the floor, surrounded by a sticky brown pool of blood. Emily's parents.
The bodies are old and reeking, and Sam covers his nose and mouth with his hands to stop himself from gagging, backing away from the carnage and toward the front door.
Then he feels a hot breath on his back. Behind him there is a low growl.
Sam spins toward the sound and his entire frame of vision is filled with coarse purple fur. A foot away from him, the monster rears up onto its hind feet like a grizzly bear. It towers above him, coal-black eye fixed on Sam's ghost-white face. It snarls, showing off an impossible amount of razor-sharp teeth.
Sam snarls back at it, pulls his knife from his pocket, and quickly flips open the silver blade. He slashes out with the knife, slicing deeply into the monster's purple belly. It recoils from the cut, sitting back on its haunches and making a surprised, wounded grunt. Its one eye rolls down to study the cut and it sniffs at the bright red blood oozing from it.
Then its eye snaps back to Sam, and it growls deep and angry. It opens its fang-filled mouth and prepares to pounce.
"Run, Sammy!"
Dean leaps onto the monster from behind, wrapping his arms around its think purple neck, choking it. Sam ducks out of the way as the monster spins and tries to bat at Dean with it's short arms. It flails around, knocking over furniture, crashing in to walls, trying anything to get Dean off its back, but Dean's not letting go.
"Get out of here Sam, go get Dad!"
"Where?" Sam shouts over the noise of the thrashing monster.
"He's lookin' for you, he's across the street."
The monster crashes backwards into another wall. "Son of a bitch!" Dean swears. "Hurry up, Sammy!"
Sam runs through the open front door and onto the porch, and sees Dad walking along the sidewalk across the street.
"Dad!" he yells.
"Sam! Where the hell…"
"The monster's in here. You gotta help Dean!"
Dad sprints across the street to the door, already pulling out the gun from under his coat before he's past the threshold.
"Let go of it, Dean!"
Dean drops to the floor and rolls away from the now-furious purple monster. It lunges for Dean but the gun cracks, once, twice, sending the monster reeling backwards over the couch and showering the room with flecks of blood and purple fur.
But the monster lands on all four legs and springs forward again like a lion, leaping effortlessly back over the couch and landing only a few feet away from Dad. Its grotesque purple face snarls and shrieks with rage and its black eye roll wildly as it stalks toward Dad.
Standing alone at the doorway, all Sam can do is watch helplessly.
I feel like this chapter is kind of short, sorry. Action-y stuff is hard for me to write so if anything is confusing let me know and I will revise it. I also wonder if anyone can guess what will happen next. Thanks for reading!