Dean: "I'm not going to let that happen. They're not going to take you . I'd rather die."

Sam: "Be careful what you wish for, Dean. That's how you ended up making the packed and selling your soul."

The lights in the hotel started to flickering strangely and my computer battery suddenly drained dead. Dean and I both share a knowing look. Something was coming our way. We had to prepare for battle. The salt lines around the window and door should keep it at bay for a little while, but it's not permanent and this thing likes to play with our heads a lot. That familiar voice came back again.

"Sam, I need your help. They're after me."

It was mimicking another familiar voice from my past, Ava. I know damn well Ava is dead, but the shadow demon did a very convincing impression. Almost as convincing as his impression of our Dad's voice in the woods and my mom's voice to lead us into it's trap. But, I'm not giving in to it.

"You have to help me. They let me go after Cold Oak. I'm not evil anymore. I don't understand what's happening. Why do they want me, Sam? What's so special about our powers that they keep coming after us?"

Sam: "It's funny how you came back from being dead. I killed you myself. I watched you die in front of me. There is no way in hell you are alive again. I made sure of that."

"I'm obviously not dead, Sam. I'm right here on the other side of this door. Begging you to help me. That shadow demon is after me too. He wants all three of us. What's happening?"

The lights continue to flicker and the pounding on the door becomes frantic. The voice becomes more frightened. If I didn't kill Ava myself, I would almost believe she was begging me to let her in and save her from this thing. But, the shadow demon was just playing us to get one of us to break the salt line so he could attack again. He knew Dean was weak from the first attack and ripe for the taking if he hit him just right. I wasn't about to let this evil son of a bitch have my brother.

"I'm scared Sam. Don't leave me out here with this creature."

Suddenly, there's a hideous sounding scream. The true form of the shadow demon when he's attacking and a rather, human sounding scream back. I look at Dean and Dean looks at me. The scream sounded a bit too real. I know damn well it ain't Ava, but the creature had someone out there playing his victim and was about to kill because the screams were definably real.

Dean: "What the hell are we supposed to do? As soon as we break the salt line, this fucker is going to be all over me like a cheap prom date."

Sam: "But, what if that's a real female out there he is killing and we just stand here and let him take her life? That's the same as murdering her ourselves."

Dean: "What if it's not a real human and he's just baiting one of us to come outside so he can kill us?

Sam: "Fuck this."

I step over the salt line not breaking it and I open the curtain just slightly enough to be able to make out a human form standing at our door frantic. Just as we suspected. I open the door and pull the human inside, but shut the door rather quickly to keep the shadow demon out. The girl collapses into my arms hysterically. She was really scared out of her wits. If I hadn't pulled her in, that thing surely would've had her for dinner and then came back for us.

Dean is busy making sure our salt lines were still thick in keeping the thing at bay. Then just as sudden as it came, everything was normal again. The lights stopped flickering and my computer beeped like it was powered up again. Quiet as a church outside. A little too quiet.

Girl: "Oh my God, what the hell was that thing?"

Dean: "Honey, you don't even want to know what you just walked up on."

I notice that she is bleeding from her back and her shirt is ripped down the back. She was holding it on to conserve her modesty in front of two men.

Sam: "You're bleeding."

Girl: "Yeah. I got swatted by that thing. Some sort of talon."

She turns her back to me and there are six huge gashes in her back that were deep. I had no idea how we were going to fix her up without taking her to a hospital and having to explain the huge gashes on her back.

Girl: "I was going back to my room. I'm a guest here with two other friends of mine. They're going to be worried about me now. All I did was go to get some ice. I never would've left my room if I knew that was out in the hall."

I go gather some first aid supplies. I couldn't let this girl bleed all over. I had to do something to help her.

Dean: "I don't think your friends are going to have much to worry about any more. That thing is still out there hunting."

Girl: "Can you two stop, whatever the hell that was from attacking again?"

Sam: "This is going to smart a lot. So, what's your name?"

I put some iodine on the cuts to stop the bleeding. She flinches and Dean offers her a bottle of Jack from the mini bar.

Dean: "It's not much, but it'll take your mind off what's going on back there."

Girl: "I'm Sandra."

Sam: "Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean."

Sandra: "Nice to meet you."

She draws in another breath at the feeling of me cleaning the cuts and swigs off the Jack. She makes a face at the strong taste of the whiskey, but it beat the sting from the iodine and my make shift stitches I had to perform. It hurt me to do it, but she needed it and there was no way to explain to a doctor that she had been shredded by some prehistoric shadow demon thing with talons.

Sandra: "Got anything stronger in that mini bar?"

Dean opens the bar and finds a couple of small bottles of taquilla. She pretty much drained the Jack, but it was keeping her distracted from the pain.

Sandra: "So, where did you learn to perform on the spot medical help from, Sam?"