Chapter 10

After a few short moments of Dean picking the lock to Room 22, there was a loud 'click' signaling that the door was now unlocked. Dean turned the knob, and nudged the door open gently before stepping in with Sam at his heel.

Sam closed the door behind him and shifted his eyes around the room as a wave of shock erupted through his system.

The room was a complete and udder disaster. The bed lay unmade and unkempt with the sheets laying askew across the floor. The forest green blinds on the windows were pulled shut, but were stained with dark red, almost brown crusted over blood.

When the metallic tangy sent wafted in Sam's direction, he felt an instinctual pull toward the stained curtain, but pushed the feeling back into the far reaches of his mind. He couldn't lose it here.

There was a stack of two grease-stained pizza boxes on the floor by the closet, the top one lay open with a large black cockroach crawling out of it.

Sam looked down and saw that there was a clear line of salt in front of the door, as well as cats-eye shells littered on the nightstand and TV table across from the bed. He growled lightly and walked over to the curtain and pulled it back, there was another line of salt on the windowsill.

"Salt, Cats-Eye Shells…Dad was worried. You think something was after him?" Sam asked with concern lacing his tone.

Dean looked around the room with an uneasy expression, "I don't know."

"You think it was The Demon?" Sam prodded as he walked over to the nightstand and fingered one of the cats-eye shells.

"I don't know!" Dean snapped, "Whatever it is though, I'm sure he's okay."

Sam shook his head with annoyance, and then averted his eyes to the stained curtain again. He dared to step closer to it to get a better look. He cocked his head as he examined the stain.

"What?" Dean demanded as he watched Sam stair at the crusted over blood.

Sam bunched the curtains in his hands and stuck the stain beneath his nose. The curtain reeked, as if it hadn't been washed in months, but Sam focused only on the blood. It smelled metallic and sweet all at the same time, but something about it didn't smell right all the same.

Sam scoffed and pulled the curtain away from his face and dropped it as realization dawned on him.

"This isn't dads' blood," Sam announced, "it's not even human."

Dean cringed at that, "Dude that's gross…"

Sam rolled his eyes and turned to look at Dean.

"Do you know what it is?" Dean asked as he began looking through the drawers of the nightstand.

"No," Sam admitted with a sigh, "but something definitely happened here."

"This doesn't give us a whole lot to go on." Dean muttered.

"No, but I can tell you this was no demon," Sam said with a half smile.

"Oh yea?" Dean asked.

"Yea," Sam confirmed with a nod, "I don't smell sulfur."

"Okay," Dean said rather annoyed as he pushed the drawers back in after not finding anything useful. He then turned to face Sam, "so all we've got so far is something that's not human and not a demon attacked dad. That just gives us an entire list of other freaks that could've done this."

Sam nodded solemnly, "Alright, let's get outta here and talk to Constance's husband. I'm getting a headache."

Dean scoffed and headed toward the door with Sam following suit, "Alright princess."

Sam shot Dean a threatening look at the back of his head as he followed his brother out to the Impala.

xXx

Four and a half hours later, Sam and Dean were finally walking back into their motel room carrying wet, dirty shovels, while their faces and clothing was covered in dirt, grime, and sweat.

Dean propped the two shovels against the wall by the door, and then collapsed on his bed with an exhausted sigh.

He looked over at Sam who was sitting on his bed with his elbows propped on his knees while his hands raked across his hair irritably.

Sam's heart broke for Constance's husband. The man, even though he was disloyal, realized his mistakes and was truly sorry for them. He mostly just mourned the loss of his wife and children.

Having heard the man's sorrow lacing his voice, Sam's determination to put Constance to rest was only multiplied. That poor woman had been in pain for so long, it was time for them to end it.

And they did, but that wasn't why Sam was so agitated.

"When are we heading out, Dean?" Sam asked albeit frantically.

Dean looked at Sam worriedly as his eyebrows knit together, "first thing…why what's eating you?"

"I just-" Sam cut himself short and took in a deep breath, "I don't know Dean. I just have this real bad feeling that something's gonna happen. Can we leave tonight?"

"Not tonight," Dean said with a disbelieving chuckle, "it's a full moon tonight Sammy, the second one of the month! How could you of all people forget that?"

Sam rolled his eyes and pulled his hands away from his head, "I really just don't feel right about something, Dean."

"Well, can you be more specific?" Dean asked sounding a little testy.

"I just don't like being so far from Jess right now." Sam admitted vaguely.

Dean glared at Sam curiously, "You're not that far from her, Sam."

"I know…something just doesn't feel right is all." Sam admitted.

"Alright, well tomorrow morning I'll drive you down there, and you'll see for yourself that everything is okay. You'll be with her soon enough, Sammy. Quit worrying about it."

Sam nodded and then stood from the bed and began peeling off his clothes. The moon was creeping, and he could feel it just around the corner.

"I'm gonna…go." Sam muttered as he pointed toward the bathroom. Dean didn't need to see him go through the change.

Dean nodded, dismissing him.

Sam turned and then walked into the bathroom, leaving it open just a crack as he had done the night before.

He sat down on the toilet and thought about Jessica. He was having these dreams lately, these horribly unbelievably vivid dreams of her being pinned to the ceiling with her stomach slashed open. And just when Sam thinks the vision can't get any worse than seeing his love dying, he watches hopelessly as vicious red flames erupt from around her, and engulf her and the room.

But that was only a dream right? There was no way that could actually happen was there? Sam didn't want to think of Jessica sharing the same fate as his mother.

Dean was right; it had to just be a dream.

Wow, soooo sorry about the mix up guys! It was a really long night. XP

Here's the REAL chapter! HAHA.