Hey guys, I am SO sorry for the wait. It's been just over four months, but as promised I am updating before Christmas.

The long delay is caused by my being distracted by a mad end of term rush, an increase in social events and my passing out yesterday. I apologise, but now I have time there should be more chapters and stories heading your way.

Thanks to all my reviewers, hope this chapter is enjoyable.

Chapter Eight

The wall was strong. But nothing could withstand the anger of John Winchester. Sam had heard stories from Bobby about John's adventures in the days before he'd let the boys come with him.

But even Bobby would be surprised by the efficient dismantling of the partly wooden, partly brick wall in the back of the basement.

With a mixture of serious pounding and well placed bullets John succeeded in finding a place where there was only wood, ripping a hole through it, climbing through and promptly smashing the wall away from the inside out, until there was space enough to search for the corpse.

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She sat silently at the opposite end of the room, watching and waiting.

To her great delight her guest had woken, and was desperately trying to stop the bleeding, whilst cursing her for coming within two inches of him.

And she had never heard such swearing. So far she'd counted twelve languages and over 53 insults.

He'd been talking for less than a minute.

None of her other victims had been quite so entertaining, save one. Her son.

She could see him in this boy. They had the same smart ass demeanour. The same colour hair. But there was something else that connected her son and this boy.

Something she didn't quite know. Perhaps it was the fact the he was still alive, still moving, still bitching about her.

Smiling she watched as he struggled to steam the blood flow, still cursing her. Then she felt it.

Something was wrong.

She could hear voices.

Taking another look at her victim she willed herself to leave.

She would not let them stop her before the end.

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"I found it!" John shouted at Sam, who was at the other side of the basement scouring the floor and walls for clues.

At the sound of his father's voice he turned, already pulling out his own lighter, and rushing over as John sprayed the corpse with oil and salt.

The room temperature dropped a few degrees.

Glancing at each other they shared an unspoken conversation.

She was coming.

--- TBC ---

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