Summary: Dean, Sam, and John stumble onto a small town. When entering a supermarket a large cloud of mist takes over the town. Does something lie within it? Sam knows what's happening. Can the Winchester's get out alive? Takes place during Season 1!

A/N: IM NOT DEAD! Hi it's been months! I hope none of you have given up on this! Here is a wonderful Christmas Present for you all! I know you all might be slightly irritated but my muse divorced this story and now suddenly she wants to get back together with it. I got a burst of ideas…maybe it's because of how it's almost Christmas! Happy holidays to everyone! Enjoy!

Chapter 10

Previously

Everyone exchanged glances as the silence fell upon the market as everybody watched the brave men and women open the door and disappear into the mist.

Xoxo Dean squinted through the mist, he was hoping he could see something-at least his car but all he saw was whiteness.

It was quiet except for everyone's hearts beating, heavy breaths, and crunching of gravel.

A sound of a small bell alerted everyone.

"It's okay." John reassured, "Just the bell. On the door to the pharmacy."

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Peyton sat silently with Sam. She watched intently as he played with a tinted quarter. He spun it on its side and it twirled like a pinwheel.

"Lemme try Sammy." Peyton said softly, "Pease."

She held out her hand.

Sam yawned and nodded stopping the coin in its tracks and handing it to her. She took it slowly and tried her hardest too spin. Whirling her hand around with the coin but it simply lay still.

"It's hard." She said and crossed her arms.

"You just gotta keep trying."

A low rumble echoed from outside and Peyton whimpered.

"It's gonna be okay, Pey."

Shuffled footsteps made Sam turn. The crazy bitch that argued with the others for leaving was watching him and Peyton before hurrying along.

An uneasy feeling settled over Sam. He turned towards the girl. "Pey I want you to listen closely. Understand?"

Peyton nodded slowly, "Sometin wrong?" She asked.

"I just need you to not go anywhere by yourself. Stay with me. Don't go wondering off. Understand?" Sam clutched her tiny shoulders.

Peyton nodded, hesitantly.

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Dean took a step inside, his boot made a crunching noise. Looking down he spotted crushed orange bottle. Prescription pills. Squatting too pick up the bottle he came to find there were more of them and other things scattered on the floor.

"Damnit. This place is trashed." Paul exclaimed

"If there were any survivors in here, it'd be clean." Davis said. Everyone turned slowly towards him and Dean seemed to be the only one glaring. Ignoring the idiot John spoke in a hushed tone.

"Don't go wondering off by yourselves, stay together and keep your guard up. Look for survivors." Dean wished he had his gun.

Claire walked alongside Davis and Dean stayed close to John.

John spoke, staying in front of Dean, "Anything that doesn't look human-"

Dean cut him off, "Shoot first. Ask questions later."

John smiled, "I raised you right."

Dean smiled, and then stared up at the air above him. The door was closed and yet there was a looming mist over everyone's heads and nowhere else.

Dean made a low short whistling sound and John looked at him and Dean pointed up, "Don't you find it strange?"

John shrugged, "Everything is strange around here."

Just as Dean was about to respond Claire let out a piercing scream. Dean and John jogged over. Claire kept on screaming and Dean covered her mouth, "Calm down. Turn away." He hissed.

John stepped forward.

The dead man's head was entirely sliced off. John got down on one knees and tilted his head closer, "Perfectly sliced."

"Some kind of knife?" Dean asked.

John's ears went up then. He heard something. It sounded like a bunch of scurrying rats except bigger.

"We have to get out. Now."

That was the queue. Dean had to admit Sam was right defiantly the Stephen King Book "The Mist" was coming to life. How? He'd figure it out later right now there were large spider like creatures descending.

"Run!" Claire yelled.

Just like a damsel in distress she fell but kicked off the large bug.

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The old hag limped down the isle towards Sam. Peyton shivered and buried her face into his chest.

"Something I can help you out with Ma'am?"

She stopped and nodded, "All of this. It's-it's god's work I tell you. We have two options. One we can wait until this all ends or we can give a sacrifice. A young child perhaps."

Sam wrapped his arm around the small girl's body. Smiling slyly the old woman turned on her heels.

"Christo! Non timebo mala."

Her body twisted and her eyes went black.

"So this isn't from a book this is all your fault?" Sam raised his voice.

The demon chuckled, "Oh no Sammy this was a gift. I may have helped destroying the arrowhead project. But just a tiny bit."

"Meg?"

"That bump on the head has made you slow."

"You've been in here this entire time?"

"Oh no I've been traveling."

"So this is all from Stephen King's Book?"

"You think he made all that shit up?"

Peyton whimpered.

"I will kill you."

"Not in front of sweet little Peyton you wont." She cracked her neck. "Well my dad wanted me to see what the delay was." She crossed her arms, "Demons don't usually give you extra time with your loved ones so this is a gift."

"What doesn't that son-your dad come and find us now."

"Because." She batted her black eyes, "For his plan to work you can't be here."

"Can't you fix this?"

"I think I'll just stick around; not in this body, but another body. Wait until the book ends."

"You'll be dead before the last chapter." Sam gritted his teeth.

"Oh no sweetie I won't be. If you tell Johnny or Deano the girl will be dead before you can even blink. And if you have a plan to not let her die I'll just kill the rest of the town folk."

"You b-"

"Watch your lanquage around the three year old Sammy."

"Call me Sammy one more time-"

"Well Sammy I better get out of this old hag. I'll just be in the bathroom. You know the consequences."

Peyton was shaking and Sam hugged her tightly, "Pey, shh, Can you listen to me for a sec please?"

"Okay."

"You must not tell anyone about the black eyes or the conversation I had with her."

"I heard what she would do. I know."

"Good girl. Don't leave my side till everyone get's back."

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There were large spiders and footprints of blood leaving the scene. The odor of bug spray and the sounds of the squishing of bugs.

"Move! Move!" They were all out the door except one.

"Paul!" John yelled and retreated but Dean grabbed him, "No! Don't go back." John pulled Paul and Dean pulled John and Claire pulled Dean and so on and so forth. Then a moment passed and John realized he only had half of Paul now.

The spider used its web and sliced Paul in half. Blood splattered everywhere. A low rumble was coming from behind them. The ground shook.

"Run!"

They ran and ran until one by one they all piled on top of each other on the cold tile floor of the market. Two women shut the doors and everyone held their breath as they watched black legs moving through the mist closer and closer to the windows.

A/N: Even after all this time I still love leaving you guys with cliff hangers!! MWAHAHAHAHA. REVIEW! thankyou!