A/N Only a few more chapters to go...

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Night had fallen as the hunters mixed, chanted and concocted the potion according to Urass' instructions, finally

adding the glittery white dust that had been around his neck. A faint glow and the smell of burning hair

permeated throughout the trailer, and Sam shone those puppy dog eyes at Bobby, his hopes and fears barely

contained in the blue green orbs.

"Don't worry too much, boy, you know your brother is strong. Little creatures aint gonna get to him easily."

Bobby poured the potion into a small container he found in one of the kitchenette cupboards, and sealed it tight.

Pete strode back into the room, carrying a small, ancient looking book. "Finally found it. Doesn't give us much,

but it's a start." He handed it to Bobby, who turned it over to the cover.

"This is a work of fiction, Pete. A story book!" He slammed it down onto the counter.

"Yah jerk. Look at the passage I highlighted" he opened the book and shoved it into Bobby's hands. "The book's

written by a hunter. He used to write children's books, and some of these horror stories, and he based them on

real creatures. This information is good. He knew his stuff."

Bobby read the passage Pete had left a highlight note on, and looked up to Sam. "If this is true, we gotta get

our asses back down that cave quick smart. Bagool has you marked coz you shot him, and won't stop till Dean's

soul is his" he turned the page. "Okay, it says here that the creature is one of the most fearsome to be spewed

from purgatory, and it's the eater of souls. He called it an orc, but as far as I can see he just made that up for

the book. Yer right, though, the urchins protect the thing, and work for it. They'll tell any story or pull any trick to

get you away from Bagool, and they hold his sacrifices safe in a pile of, as he calls it, 'fetid stench'. Oh." He

fell quite, and Sam tried to grab the book from him.

"Oh? What's 'Oh' mean, Bobby?"Bobby kept the book from him, but Sam managed to snag it from him, and read the passage that had made the grizzled hunter fall silent. "We gotta leave. NOW" He slammed the book shut and grabbed the potion. Pete was pulling on a jacket, and grabbing a gun from the wall.

"I'm thinking yah can use all the help yah can get." He said. Sam gave him a grateful smile, and opened his

mouth to speak, just as they heard a loud crash, and Vadar started barking maniacally. "And I'm thinking that

help starts now".

Bobby pulled over the curtain and peered out into the half light of the trailer park, and beckoned the other

hunters to join him.

There, by the Impala, stood Bagool, the crash must've been him punching out the driver side window. Vadar

was backed up as far as he could to the opposite side of the car, barking in sheer terror, as the creature leaned

in, trying to grab him. A quick glance between Bobby and Sam and both hunters ran to the door, dagger ready,

potion in hand. Pete was right on their heels.

Bagool turned as the trailer door crashed open, the hunters stood with guns drawn and aimed at him. He

growled a strange, spine tingling noise that lifted the hairs on the hunters' arms, and made their blood turn

cold. The orc pulled his arm from the car, and turned square on to face his opponents.

He was tall, at least eight feet high, and his arms ware long, thin and wiry looking. Its eyes were large, like

bulbous pools of oil, and it seemed to have no nose, just massive nostrils cutting two gaping holes in the

misshapen, ape like face. A massive scar covered its forehead, perhaps where the hunters' bullets had ripped

into it a few hours before.

The mouth was a gash filled with what seemed to be hundreds of tiny fangs, razor sharp and glinting with

deadly intent in the half light. The torso was long, sunken chest, and bowed, shortish legs ending in two slabs

of bear like feet. All over the grey body sprouted hairy wart like protrusions, and scabby sores littered its flesh in

between.

Bobby opened the container of potion, and Sam dipped the knife into it, and in one swift movement he threw it,

aiming for the creature's chest.

He was too slow.

Bagool dodged the blade easily, and advanced on the hunters. Pete lifted his gun, and

expertly put a bullet through each of the protruding eyes. The orc dropped to all fours, its howl of anguish

almost piercing the eardrums of the hunters.

It turned, and with a lion like roar, it was gone, so quick they hardly saw it move.

Vadar jumped through the broken window of Dean's car, and ran to Sam, shoving his head between the tall

man's legs, still shaking with fear. Pete looked down at the dog. "Know how yah feel, fella"

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They broke all speed limits racing to the cave, Sam in a near panic state to get to his brother. The book that

Pete had given then had only added to his anxiety, as it explained how the urchins liked to eat their victims

alive, as the pain and fear added to the taste. He could only imagine how his bother was faring, buried neck

deep in a pile of stench, creatures gnawing off his face… he pressed the gas pedal even harder, and Bobby

glared at him.

"Aint gonna do Dean any good if we die before we get there, son" he growled, but Sam didn't ease off at all. If

he could have, he would have sprouted wings and flown to his brother. What if Dean woke up and saw where

he was, where he'd been left? What would he be thinking? And what if those things had started to eat him?

What if Bagool had decided he'd waited long enough and devoured his brother's soul?

Finally! The gates to the cave site came into view, and Sam skidded the Impala to within an inch of them,

wanting to crash right through, but knowing that damaging the car would break his brother's heart.

Pete leapt out and had the lock on the gates picked within a minute, and they roared around to the service

entrance they had used earlier. Vadar was picking up on the excitement, and jumped from the car as soon as

Bobby had his door ajar enough for his sleek body to slip through. He ran around the hunters, tongue lolling,

excitement clearly showing on his goofy dog face.

"Should we tie him up?" Bobby asked, worried the dog would be a distraction. Sam shook his head.

"He could help. Diversion, or something." He rang his hands through his hair. "What if Urass was playing us,

Bobby?"

"Just grab yer stuff. Sooner we get in there, the sooner we can help Dean". Bobby grabbed the first aid kit and

extra water, shoving them in his duffle. Pete offered a sad smile, and heaved his own pack over his shoulder,

before the three hunters and dog hurried over to the service door. They hadn't bothered to lock it after they had

left earlier that afternoon, and were glad that the lights were still shining in the tunnels, making progress that

much faster.

Moving as a team, no one saying anything, they quickly came to the lake. Bobby pointed to the extra footprints

scattered all over the place, as the creature had come and gone since they had last been here. They all climbed

the fence, and without too much trouble found the chamber where Urass had last been with them. It was

empty, no urchins, no Urass, nothing. Vadar sniffed around, but even he didn't growl or give any indication that

anyone or anything else was near.

Sam turned around, scanning the chamber, trying to guess at which way to go. He met Bobby's gaze,

desperation and despair furrowing his brow and moistening his eyes.

"Wait, what's that noise?" Peter whispered, and as if on cue, Vadar started a low growl.

"I caint hear anything" Bobby whispered back. Sam cocked his head.

"No, he's right, there's something" Sam said "I just can't tell where it's coming from"

Bobby strained to hear, and touched Vadar on the head to quiet him. There, very faint, the chattering of urchins.

He couldn't tell what they were saying, he could barely hear them at all, but at least he could hear them.

Sam walked to each passage leading off the chamber, and shook his head each time. He couldn't tell where they

were, the soft hint of chatter was the same in all the passages. Bobby grabbed Vadar's leash from where he'd

previously tucked it up under the studded collar, and let him to each chamber. The Doberman sniffed the first

opening, growled a little but seemed uninterested. Same with the second, but at the third, he jumped back,

whining, and ran behind Sam, shaking in fear.

"Bingo" whispered Pete, and they heaved their packs and stealthily made their way through the passage, Sam

leading, Bobby bringing up the rear. Vadar could not be coaxed to join them, he stayed in the main chamber, his

mournful whimpering drifting to the hunters.

In between their flashlights the roof glowed here and there, and spots on the walls sent an eerie glow into the

darkness.

A scruff and scuttle heralded Vadar's mad dash to join them, he must've felt safer around the men than waiting

on his own, and Bobby thumped his side to reassure the poor dog. The soft urchin chatter still seemed a long

way off, but it was hard to tell with the echoes in the cave, and even though Sam was trying to be stealthy,

he couldn't help but hurry, the thought of Dean suffering in any way making him almost throw caution to the

fates.

They travelled on for a few hundred meters, and the cavern abruptly ended. No passage, no hole, no way

though, just a dead end. Sam swore in anger, but Vadar whined, backing up from the wall. Bobby shushed the

dog, and leant against the cold damp wall, pressing his ear up close to see if there were any noises from

behind. He straightened, and looked at the other two hunters, shaking his head.

"Dammit! We came all this way and it was just wasting time" Sam yelled, both hands in his hair, frustration

radiating from him.

"Not time waste. Must go this way" a tiny voice from behind them, and all three hunters spun their torches to

find a small, cloaked figure, standing behind them.

"Urass! Thank god!" exclaimed Sam, and Vadar once again hid behind him.

"Urass?" the urchin shook his head. "Not Urass. Not friend. Not help" and he started to chuckle.

Sam just stared, gape mouthed, for a moment, then pulled his gun and in one swift move grabbed up the little

creature, and shoved the gun in its gaping little mouth.

"Okay, not Urass. Either help, or I blow your creepy little skull wide open."

The creature started to shake and whimper in fear. It reached up and held the muzzle of the pistol, his black

eyes pleading with Sam. He pulled the gun out, but kept it pointed at the little apple head. "Where is my

brother? And you better give me a straight answer, dickweed, and not lead us to Bagool, or they'll be wiping

your brains off these walls."

It nodded vigoursly, the hood falling off its misshapen head. Sam couldn't see any difference between this urchin

and the one that had been helping them, except that this one still had a cord around its neck that he assumed

held the same glittery powder that Urass had given them to defeat Bagool.

"Okay, what's your name?" Bobby asked it. It didn't take its eyes of Sam, and still just whimpered. Sam lowered

his gun, and only then did it turn to look at Bobby. "I asked you what your name is" Bobby repeated, his voice

pitched low and deadly.

"Amross" it squeaked. "Called Amross. Don't kill. Don't squish. Don't hurt Amross. Please" It shuddered, and Sam

drew it closer.

"Amross, are you crying?' he asked it. Amross nodded his head.

"Good. I want you to be scared. Angry Bobby and Giant Sam have brought along Killer Pete. You'd better get me

to my brother, now, or killer Pete will squish you!" Pete pulled out a rope from his bag, and tied it around

Amross' waist, and Sam placed the urchin on the ground.

The urchin looked at all three men, and then his gaze fell on Vadar. He looked back up to Sam. "Dog not eat

Amross?"

Sam bent down. "Amross is going to lead us to my brother. That makes Amross very important. Dog is not

allowed to eat important men." He lowered his face level with the urchin. "Is Amross an important man?"

Amross seemed to think about that, then puffed his chest out. "Important, yes! Very important! Amross is a

man! Important man!"

"Okay, man, lead us to Sam's brother, and Killer Pete and dog will not kill important man."

Amross turned, and led them back the way they'd come. "Important. Important man. Amross is a man" they

could hear him whisper, as he led them to the chamber they had started from.

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A/N...yeah, I got nothing...