Outside there was no light other than the moon, the vamp's dawn deadline too far away to be of any help. Slamming the door, Sam lurched toward the trees surrounding the house.
As he came to the tree line, he heard the sound of a car. He couldn't see it, but the engine's menacing rumble was unmistakable.
The Impala.
Dean!
Trying to run, legs trembling underneath him, Sam was making his way toward the front of the house when the door to the house swung open again.
The vampire flowed out of the house, into the yard and after him.
